Red Shirt Diaries
By : J. Helios
“I’m a red-shirt and I’ll die if I want
to
Dye if I want to, die if I have to
You’d die too if this happened to you…”
Lieutenant John Doe’s personal log, 14 days since arrival
on Starship
Had a run-in with a few
Klingons. Got trampled
underfoot. Still alive.
17 days since arrival on Starship
Organians very weird. Still
alive.
22 days
Medical
examination with Crabby doctor.
30 days
Beamed
down with Capt. Kirk to planet’s surface. First away team mission and I was
excited. Started sweating when I realized I was the only non-senior officer to
go.
30 days, 2 hours, 16 minutes since arrival on Starship
Dying
on transporter pad after running away from belligerent natives. If doctor McCoy, says
‘He’s Dead Jim’ one more time I’ll…
“He’s dead Jim.”
Lieutenant Joe Nobody’s Personal
Log, 2 days since arrival.
I’m a musician, not
really a good officer. Just drifted here for hecks sake. Besides, chicks dig uniforms. Hell, it’s
a RED uniform.
3 days since arrival
Note to self, don’t
pinch Head Nurse and call her ‘sweetcakes’ on first
day. She might withhold necessary painkillers for the phaser
burns sustained after away mission. Ow….
5 days
New planet discovered.
Have to beam down with several other no namers. The class
we had on ‘duties’ and the lecture on ‘necessary sacrifices’ run through my
head again.
5 days, 7 hours, 15 minutes since arrival on Starship
Shot down by some guy with
a vendetta against Capt. Kirk. Darnit. I didn’t even get to hit on the Communications Officer
yet.
Author’s Notes : This is still ongoing as I am still thinking up of
stuff. Suggestions and submissions are very much encouraged. All hailing
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