“Are you sure you’ll do it? I mean, absolutely certain?” The captain peered at the young redheaded pilot. “This has every indication of being a suicide mission, Harris.”
“I know, sir,” replied Christian Harris. “I am prepared to do what needs to be done.”
“You won’t be able to back out. That anomaly field could be deadly.”
“Sir, you and the other guys need a purpose, right? This Ikaaran ship – I bet it’ll hold purpose for you.”
“You mean it might have women,” Archer stated.
“Maybe it will. You never know, sir.”
“Got your eye on anyone?” asked the captain.
“No, sir. I don’t know if Dr. Phlox told you.”
“He wouldn’t; your medical history is kept confidential. Is it serious?” Archer bit his lower lip in concern.
“No, sir,” Chris chuckled a little. “He said I have low testosterone. It explains, a bit, why I am the way I am.”
“Which is –?”
“Asexual, sir. I haven’t gone after anyone because, well, I never would under any circumstances. It doesn’t need to be fixed so I told the doctor not to bother.”
“Are you okay emotionally, though? I mean, I imagine it could get a little lonely, Crewman.”
“I’m okay. I got a lotta friends, sir. So I’m never really lonely.”
“Wish I could say the same,” the captain admitted. He sighed, looking at a small indigo ship caught in an anomaly field just outside the viewing portal. “Let’s go get that ship. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be an all-female one, eh?”
“Fifty percent odds, sir. I’m pulling for you. And I’ll be happy to pilot.”
“That’s very generous of you.”