“What do you mean he’s a redshirt freshman? Is he considered the most expendable player?”
Lieutenant Jon Galloway seemed somewhat baffled by the term Hikaru Sulu used to describe a player on the Starfleet Academy soccer team while they were on a coffee break in the rec room.
“No, no, no,” Hikaru Sulu replied, as they seated themselves at a table. “Brenner didn’t play at all during his first year at the Academy. And since college athletes are only eligible to play for only four years even if it takes them longer to graduate, his eligibility starts over in the second year.”
“And then he’ll be a redshirt sophomore next year,” Galloway said with a slight chuckle.
“You got it,” Sulu replied as he sipped his coffee.
“I didn’t go on very many landing parties as an ensign,” Galloway joked. “Does that make me a redshirt first year officer?”
Sulu shook his head while grinning at the lieutenant’s joke. “I don’t think it works that way.”
As they both exchanged amused grins, the shipwide intercom whistled and Lieutenant Uhura’s voice piped through the speakers. “Bridge to Lieutenant Galloway: report to transporter room for landing party duty.”
“Have a safe return,” Sulu said, polishing off his coffee.
“Thanks,” Galloway responded before polishing off his coffee. He then looked down at his red uniform tunic. Each time he was summoned to the transporter room, he wondered if this particular landing party would be his last.