One of the funny bits about Star Trek was the way all the main officers seemed to be the ones heading down to the planets to get drunk and laid and such instead of the basic grunts, who really ought to have been the ones doing it. One well-placed tactical nuke or phaser blast from orbit and you’d be leaving a Constellation-class starship in the hands of someone like Mr. Chekov. You might as well paint a sign on the hangar bay saying Klingons enter here. Oh, and the guy in the red shirt always dies first. Apparently we as viewers aren’t the only ones to have noticed this phenomenon.
