Title: The Diary Of A Redshirt

Author: Gevaudan (mailto:gevaudan@scififan.com)

Fandom: Star Trek

Set: During the second five year tour of the Enterprise, after the events in (The Motion Picture'. This makes Pavel Chekov a Lieutenant  and the chief of security. (Think serious Chekov instead of seriously annoying Chekov)

Disclaimer: All characters other than Mark Wallace are the creation of Gene Roddenberry and property of Paramount. Mark Wallace is mine not that anyone cares…. As per I'm not making any money…at all…not from this, not from anything *sigh*.

Mark Wallace's Diary

25th July 2271 – San Francisco , Earth.

I received my first assignment today, and up until the moment I received it, I guess I was pretty excited. To say the least. Well who wouldn't be? I'd graduated with honours in security from Starfleet Academy and I was finally going to be able to do what I had dreamed of doing for a long time. I know dreaming of doing security work must be a bit odd, but hey, I've trained in martial arts since I was six, to me security seemed like a good lifestyle choice. Until I heard where I was assigned to. I was informed at 0900 hours this morning that in 48hrs time I was to report to the Federation Starship Enterprise under the command of one James Tiberius Kirk, Admiral.

Admiral James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Oh…boy.

I know for most people the Enterprise is a…plum assignment really. I mean, legendary crew, especially its commander, flagship of the fleet and a ship with pretty much the highest 'Saving The Planet,' record there is. In fact forget pretty much. It holds the record. Hands down.

And there lies the problem.

In…saving the world the Enterprise generally gets into…how shall I say this…trouble. To put it mildly.

I am  a security guard.

Trouble for the Enterprise means security have to work that much harder to keep the ship safe.

Trouble for Enterprise = unfortunate accidents for me.

 I was hoping for a long, distinguished career in Starfleet.

It looks like I can bid that farewell.

I went to see the past records of the Enterprise today, professional curiosity, you understand. Yeah well, I discovered why the Enterprise had to stock up on supplies so often. It wasn't food and the like that they needed….It was redshirts. Many, many redshirts. The number of MIA's they have is second only to the KIA's. Many redshirts, people who gave their lives to ensure the safety of others. It doesn't really seem a fair cop to me.

Maybe I'm being cynical. Everyone who joins Starfleet to be a security guards knows the risks. Knows what it entails. And still thinks it's worth it. Myself included. I knew what I was letting myself in for, I just didn't expect to have to come to terms with my own mortality quite so soon. Hell, I'm twenty two years old, I don't want to die.

I was hoping for a nice quiet assignment on a space station, like K-7. Guarding the quadrotriticale, heck as far as I gather from this afternoon, it's the one mission Kirk hasn't lost a redshirt; you can't blame me for liking the place. Some of the lower graduates in my class are going there, I told my mother high grades weren't the most important thing in life. She might believe me now.

But then again….I can hardly turn down the Enterprise assignment….It's a once in a lifetime opportunity.

I just hope I don't live to regret it.

TBC, my dear diary….I hope.

I know it's only short, part two will be up soon. 48hrs on…Mark Wallace meets Chekov…hmm.

If you review I might write that bit more quickly J *Smiles sweetly*