Another bad Fanfiction, even worse idea

Deianeira

There's... there's another life signature inside me? But we only kissed! How is this possible?

Captain Nymoria

This scanner better be malfunctioning! There's no way I—WE—could be...

HaXzOr

Oh, the scanners are working perfectly. You two are definitely carrying little bundles of joy. Congratulations!

Age

I didn't hurt you, did I? I don't remember what happened after the dancing...

Captain Nymoria

You call THIS joy?! I'm a captain, not a incubator! And with HIS child?!

Deianeira

P-please, there must be some mistake... He couldn't have... not with both of us...

HaXzOr

According to my scans, you had quite the private after-party in Nymoria's quarters. Age here produces compatible genetic material with humanoid females. Quite fascinating, really.

Age

Genetic material? Is that like the seeds I plant in the garden?

Captain Nymoria

Seeds?! You planted SEEDS in us?!

Deianeira

Captain Nymoria, please! Age doesn't understand—he's lived most of his life alone, and dosent understand biology!

HaXzOr

Well, looks like the Heroic Tribe's legacy will continue. Nine months should give you plenty of time to baby-proof those command chairs.

Age

So... I'm going to be a father? Like the Golden Tribe were to me?

HaXzOr

My fleets will maintain defensive positions. The galaxy can spare you three while you figure out... family logistics.

Captain Nymoria

Family logistics. Right. Because nothing says 'responsible captain' like explaining to my crew why their commander is suddenly eating for two.

Deianeira

The royal courts... Father will summon every scholar in the kingdom when he learns his grandchild carries Hero Tribe blood. They'll want to examine, to study—

Age

No one examines our young. Bellcross protects its own.

Captain Nymoria

Listen, Space Ape. You're not just a protector anymore. You're going to be a father. That means learning diaper duty alongside orbital mechanics.

Age

Like the male creatures on Oron! They guard nests and bring food to their mates!

Age

I can build a nest! A really big one! With the strongest materials in the galaxy!

Deianeira

Age, darling, I don't think the royal nursery quite needs dreadnought-grade plating...

Captain Nymoria

So, Princess... what do you suppose happens when you mix Hero Tribe genes with royal bloodlines and an enhanced human?

Deianeira

Something unprecedented. Something beautiful, I hope.

HaXzOr

Based on genetic modeling: fifty percent chance of planet-shattering tantrums, thirty percent chance of royal decrees delivered via orbital strike, twenty percent chance they'll inherit their father's talent for turning simple conversations into existential crises.

Captain Nymoria

You're enjoying this way too much for a robot.

Age

What if they inherit my tendency to accidentally destroy things when I'm confused?

Deianeira

Then we'll teach them to be confused gently.