Only two red shirts remain. The other ten crewmembers on Mission Squawkbox have plummeted hundreds of feet to the ground, been eaten alive by giant alien insects, or been exploded into a million tiny bits by falling torpedoes. Each death has dealt a blow to Ensigns Raads and Millers morale Is Starfleet really the paragon of cooperation it claims to be? Or is it willing to expend its members lives for the sake of peace? With both Klingons and Romulans breathing down their necks, Raads and Millers loyalty will be tested. Are they for Starfleet? Or themselves?