Captain James T. Kirk, of the USS Enterprise, was thoroughly engrossed in the personnel rosters on his padd. The starship, the pride of Starfleet, was in drydock getting some much-needed maintenance work The ship was practically abandoned as a lot of crew-members went Earthside en route to new assignments and others waited to board the ship that would be their home. His footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as he rounded a corner. He looked up just in time to flatten himself against a wall as a blonde red blur flashed past him riding a...broomstick?
He blinked rapidly, then turned to stab at a nearby intercom.
"Kirk to Sickbay"
"What is it, Jim?"
"Bones...just how much 'medicine' did you give me?"