Human

The Captain eyes you for a moment, "Doe? Any relation to Commodore Doe Lieutenant?"

"Yes sir," you reply, "She's my mother sir."

"I see," says the Captain still looking you over. She is a tiny Asian-American woman less than five feet tall, even in her heels, but still outstandingly beautiful. You find yourself trying not to admire the Captain's body. She was clad in the more casual avocado green "captain's" shirt (colloquially known as the "wrap") displaying an ample amount of cleavage and a black mini-skirt with matching knee-high, heeled, boots. 'She's quite a sight' you think to yourself. You'd guess she was around forty.

Reminding yourself that she is in fact the Captain, as stated by the four bars on her sleeve, you manage to control yourself even when you catch the woman lick her lips as if she was going to eat you. "How old are you Lieutenant?"

"Uh... twenty-three Sir." You stammer in response, caught off guard by her unusual question.

"Mmm... excellent." She says biting her finger lightly as she smiles wider; after a moment she continues, "First starship posting Lieutenant?"

"Yes Sir! As an ensign I was assigned to Starfleet's Deep Space Outpost Three in sector fifteen along the Romulan Neutral Zone; as a Sub-Lieutenant, I was posted at Starfleet Operations in San Francisco."

Her mischievous smile never faltered as she said, "Well Lieutenant, I think you'll find duty on a starship quite different than on an outpost or at Starfleet HQ. I wholly encourage you to come to me with any issues might arise. I pride myself on being able to... relieve the tensions of my crew."

You clear your throat at her implied sexual reference and you reply, "Yes Sir."

"Take your station Lieutenant."

"Yes Sir." You say snapping another salute and letting out a quite breath, you set out for your duty station.