Redshirts

to the point, what his death would do to the relationship between Admiral Davis and Captain Abernathy. Davis saw the scene in which Abernathy told Admiral Davis of his son’s death. Saw the shock turn to anger, saw the friendship between the two men dissolve. He saw the scene where the Universal Union MPs placed the captain under arrest for trumped-up charges of murder by negligence, planted by the admiral.
    He saw the court-martial and Science Officer Q’eeng, acting as Abernathy’s counsel, dramatically breaking down the admiral on the witness stand, getting him to admit this was all about him losing his son. Davis saw his father dramatically reach out and ask forgiveness from the man he had falsely accused and had arrested, and saw Captain Abernathy give it in a heartrending reconciliation right there in the courtroom.
    It was a great story. It was great drama.
    And it all rested upon him. And this moment. And this fate. This destiny of Ensign Davis.
    Ensign Davis thought, Screw this, I want to live, and swerved to avoid the land worms.
    But then he tripped and one of the land worms ate his face and he died anyway.
    From his vantage point next to Q’eeng and West, Captain Lucius Abernathy watched helplessly as Tom Davis fell prey to the land worms. He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Chief Engineer West.
    “I’m sorry, Lucius,” he said. “I know he was a friend of yours.”
    “More than a friend,” Abernathy said, choking back grief. “The son of a friend as well. I saw him grow up, Paul. Pulled strings to get him on the Intrepid . I promised his father that I would look after him. And I did. Checked in on him from time to time. Never showed favoritism, of course. But kept an eye out.”
    “The admiral will be heartbroken,” Science Officer Q’eeng said. “Ensign Davis was the only child of the admiral and his late wife.”
    “Yes,” Abernathy said. “It will be hard.”
    “It’s not your fault, Lucius,” West said. “You didn’t tell him to fire his pulse gun. You didn’t tell him to run.”
    “Not my fault,” Abernathy agreed. “But my responsibility.” He moved to the most distant point on the boulder to be alone.
    “Jesus Christ,” West muttered to Q’eeng, after the captain had removed himself and they were alone and finally free to speak. “What sort of moron shoots a pulse gun into a cave floor crawling with land worms? And then tries to run across it? He may have been an admiral’s son, but he wasn’t very smart.”
    “It’s unfortunate indeed,” Q’eeng said. “The dangers of the Borgovian Land Worms are well-known. Chen and Davis both should have known better.”
    “Standards are slipping,” West said.
    “That may be,” Q’eeng said. “Be that as it may, this and other recent missions have seen a sad and remarkable loss of life. Whether they are up to our standards or not, the fact remains: We need more crew.”

CHAPTER ONE
    Ensign Andrew Dahl looked out the window of Earth Dock, the Universal Union’s space station above the planet Earth, and gazed at his next ship.
    He gazed at the Intrepid .
    “Beautiful, isn’t she?” said a voice.
    Dahl turned to see a young woman, dressed in a starship ensign’s uniform, also looking out toward the ship.
    “She is,” Dahl agreed.
    “The Universal Union Capital Ship Intrepid, ” the young woman said. “Built in 2453 at the Mars Dock. Flagship of the Universal Union since 2456. First captain, Genevieve Shan. Lucius Abernathy, captain since 2462.”
    “Are you the Intrepid ’s tour guide?” Dahl asked, smiling.
    “Are you a tourist?” the young woman asked, smiling back.
    “No,” Dahl said, and held out his hand. “Andrew Dahl. I’ve been assigned to the Intrepid . I’m just waiting on the 1500 shuttle.”
    The young woman took his hand. “Maia Duvall,” she said. “Also assigned to the Intrepid . Also waiting on the 1500 shuttle.”
    “What a coincidence,” Dahl said.
    “If you want to call two Dub U Space Fleet members waiting in a Dub U space station for a shuttle to the Dub U spaceship parked right outside the shuttle berth window a coincidence, sure,” Duvall said.
    “Well, when you put it that way,” Dahl said.
    “Why are you here so early?” Duvall asked. “It’s only now noon. I thought I would be the first one waiting for the shuttle.”
    “I’m excited,” Dahl said. “This will be my first posting.” Duvall looked him over, a question in her eyes. “I went to the Academy