It was a beautiful day on Omicron Persei 8 when the landing party arrived, not a cloud in the sky. The Away Mission to explore this strange, new world was as routine as they come. Suddenly and without warning, a red shirted ensign fell to the ground in a smoking heap, a large, black char mark on his chest - another senseless victim of random phaser fire.
Ever feel like a red shirt-wearing member of an Away Mission? Here's the shirt for you.
|Away Mission Red T-Shirt