Dodging Fate: A Charlie Kenny Redshirt Adventure

So, I'm a redshirt.

I come from a long line of redshirts. I denied it for a long time, but when your family members have a habit of getting decapitated, impaled, or just plain dematerialized, you eventually have to face facts.

My dad had his spine removed from his body when a member of his crew de-evolved into what I can only describe as a cross between an alligator and a yeti. A yeti-gator, as we now refer to it.

My uncle was bitten by a phase-shifted arachnid and unintentionally rel...