Jim sat on the bridge as the shift changed, one hand resting against his ever-expanding belly. He was absorbed in the reports of unusual activity in the Neutral Zone; a couple of Klingon warbirds had been spotted, but so far the information was sketchy at best. He frowned as he read their orders again. Patrol the border, observe, defend if
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But Kirk had those furrows on his forehead, the one usually reserved seen on the CMO's face. "You okay?" he asked as the lift whirred softly around them.
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He straightened up as the lift doors opened. "I'm worried, too, about these new orders."
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