Ensigns Raad and Miller find themselves on a dark ship and face to face with…Klingons. The two red shirts are accused of being spies, and their captors brutalize and torture them for any information they can get on how the Romulans were able to access a Starfleet subspace antenna feed. Meanwhile, DeMatrio, Amiga, and Lanier engage in a tense starship battle with a Romulan Bird-of-Prey. If all six remaining red shirts are going to make it off Arkonia 89 alive, someone is going to have to make a sacrifice—but for what? How many red shirts have died to ferret out the Romulans? There must be more to the story than Starfleet is letting on…
A three-way showdown between the Federation, Romulans, and Klingons! Shit just got real in issue #4 of "Red Shirts"! Keep it coming, Christopher Cantwell!
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ / 5 Star Trek: Red Shirts #4 by Christopher Cantwell & Megan Levens
Oh no—who the hell is left? At this point the Red Shirts are dropping faster than warp‑unstable dilithium, and Cantwell leans all the way into the chaos.
Issue #4 splits the squad and doubles the tension. Ensigns Raad and Miller wake up on a dark, derelict ship only to find themselves face‑to‑face with Klingons who are very much not in a diplomatic mood. What follows is a brutal interrogation sequence that pushes the “expendable crewman” trope into genuinely harrowing territory. Meanwhile, DeMatrio, Amiga, and Lanier are locked in a high‑stakes starship skirmish with a Romulan Bird‑of‑Prey, and Levens’ art absolutely sings in these panels—clean, kinetic, and full of that classic Trek energy.
What elevates this issue is the creeping suspicion that the mission itself is rotten. The body count is too high, the intel too convenient, and the stakes too murky. Cantwell keeps threading that question through every scene: How many red shirts have died for this, and why? It’s a clever meta‑commentary wrapped in a pulpy, tense adventure.
By the end, the surviving crew is battered, traumatized, and forced to consider a sacrifice that feels both inevitable and unfair—exactly the emotional cocktail a Red Shirt story should deliver.
A strong, suspenseful entry that deepens the mystery and tightens the noose. If this is the halfway point, I’m afraid to see who’s still standing by the finale… but I can’t look away.
Live long and prosper 🖖 or die quickly as a Red Shirt!