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The Redskirts!

From the left:

Madison Beaumont - Techcnical Specialist. You need a tachyon particle accelerator routed through the Katzenjammer generators and then fired through the main deflector? She can do it. With just the stuff in her room. And the maybe a few wires ripped from inside the wall. And maybe your hair clip. You have a hair clip right?

Madison is a bit more level headed and not as physical as the others, she's often the diplomatic mediating force of the Redskirts. Wether that be engaging the natives in a peace treaty, or defending Myra on yet another court martial, she's very good at her job (as we can see because Myra still has her rank). Alabama accent so thick that on some days the only person who can understand her is Dr. McCoy.

Denise Michaelson - Martial Arts specialist. A master of the non-violent martial arts, she prefers the more violent ones, such as Krav Maga and Eskrima. She took Judo classes from Jim Kirk himself and Venusian Karate from some wired looking guy with blue box who happened to be on that last planet they were on (lots of chops, apparently). She really loves Muay Thai kick-boxing, though (the miniskirt gives her a ton of freedom for leg work).

She's rather tall and muscular, and when you add in all her uber-violent martial arts, she's can seem to be a rather intimidating person. Which is sad, cause, in reality, she's actually very sweet and nice. People who meet her without knowing she's a Redskirt can't believe she's on the team. People who meet her as a Redskirt, can't imagine her as anything but a That Woman Who Once snapped a Romulan in Half. Loves plants so much her room looks more like the Ship's Arboreutum than the Ships' Arboreutum.

Myra Davison - Weapons Specialist, Leader of the Group. Myra Davison is the ranking Redskirt, managing to survive in security longer than most everyone else (they do tend to die pretty quickly around this time). Mostly because she's a crack shot...and likely to shoot at anything that moves. Gorn, Klingons, vague shadows, the occasional cat. Kirk once. But he had it coming. She knows about every weapon in the Federation Arsenal, how to use it, and how to use it as a blunt object. She fought the Klingons once after the Augment Virus had been cured. The resulting victory left her with peices of Klingon Armor she likes to wear as part of her uniform, and the Klingon nickname "Qul Puq" or "Fire Child." she thrives on chaos. Too much. Often getting her team in trouble...but also often keeping her teammates alive.

She loves her team, and not wanting them to get plastered on every planet they visit like most redshirts, strives to be the best team leader she can. But her bluster can often get in the way. In reality, most of her bluster is overcompensating due to her insecurity about her height. At five foot even, she got tired of constantly being treated like she was twelve years old, and decided to become the best weapons expert in Starfleet. She's an awesome team leader - as long as you're BEHIND her weapons. Makes the most amazing non-replicated pancakes.

Dara - Tactician - Dara is a master tactician. She can image a battle as it's happening in her head, able to see the movements of those around her, wether they're a gang of five people, or a battalion of troops. From that, she can make instantaneous strategy changes and keep her team on the winning side of a battle. This also helps her fly shuttles like a fighter jet. And fighter jets like...well..a shuttle. She's not cleared on fighter jets yet. Also, doesn't understand the concept of personal space.

Dara is a Taurean. From the very planet where the Redskirts got started. Her planet drains the life force of men, feeding it to women . This allows the women to live incedibly long lives, and men very short ones. VERY short. She's never seen a man in the prime of health for more than a few hours. So, as the first Taurean to go offplanet, she's fascinated by all these men. Which can be very uncomfortable, because the newest member of the Redskirts is....

Pavel Chekov - Not-so-Newbie - Pavel Chekov was the youngest ensign ever assigned to the Enterprise. He wanted to be in Starfleet's best ship, and did everything he could to get on it. Now that he's there - he's been kind of stuck at Navigation for four years. Kind of boring. Hours sitting at the Helm Station while Sulu did all the work. Instead, he wanted more action. Wanting to help stem the tide of needless redshirt deaths, he decided to aim for the top of security. He pushed hard to get his assignement on the Enterprise. He'll push hard to become Security Chief. And that means training with the Redskirts.

We all know Pavel, right? Young ladies man, loves Russia, very sure of himself. But for the first time, we see him out of his element. The Starfleet Uniforms of the 2260s is, surprisingly, as sexist as one from a TV show from the 1960s. While any man can wear the miniskirt uniform, and any woman can wear the trousered uniform...it's incredibly rare. And in the Redskirt, the skirt is a matter of pride. While he was welcomed to the informal team, he was told, as part of morale, he really should wear the skirt uniform if he wants to get anywhere with them. It turns out, the only person who has a problem wearing the uniform, is himself....