Turtles: the final frontier

[starcharter]

Characters: Chekov and YOU
Date: Today-ish
Location: Absolutely everywhere
Situation: Chekov has been snatched from the Enterprise and dropped shoeless and confused into a city on the back of a turtle. Clearly the solution is to look around and go shopping.
Warnings/Rating: None


At first, he'd thought it was a very, very strange dream. Of course, that theory was debunked about two minutes in when he pinched himself. Then he was carted from a grand palace to a reasonably large city. He couldn't identify this particular race of aliens, but it's clear that their technology lags far behind the Federation's. So he stays quiet. So do they, actually. The few questions he asked-- generic questions-- he'd gotten little scraps of information and a lot of 'that's the Emperor's business.' A monarchy. That explains the palace, he supposes.

Once they show him his suite (it was pretty nice) and dropped some money into his hands (money? How outdated), Chekov decides to set off. He needs to change out of his uniform, just to be safe. The Prime Directive is that one rule you don't want to break in Starfleet. Even hinting at the fact that he was from a world more advanced than this one is a bad idea. He needs to blend in as much as he can.

A little hard to do when you're standing shoeless in the middle of Metal Sector.

Alright. He focuses: clothes, food, crew, answers. Without any kind of Starfleet communication device, he's going to have to hoof it around the city. Just as well: not having a mental map of this place bothers him; he might as well start making one now.

Comments

[storm_warning]

"What's 'yours' like?" is a valid question, all things considered. "Are you an iPhone-level civilisation? Or something more?"

[starcharter]

"iPhone? That is considered an antique. We do have similar devices but their processing power, durability, and rage are much better."

He's trying not to give away too much.

[storm_warning]

"Whoa." That's a hand held up to hold him up. "You're saying 'cutting edge' to me is grandma's favourite dresser to you?" Ororo raises an eyebrow at that. "When are you from?"

Sorry, Chekov. Feel free to lie to her?

[starcharter]

"Far, far beyond that era. But I doubt they have anything even close to an iPhone here, much less a communicator from my era."

He hopes being vague isn't too rude.

[storm_warning]

It's not; people around here are routinely vague and it's even worse back home, quite honestly.

"Yeah, you're right about the iPhone deal here," is a fair admission on her part, "but the console's pretty swag." Her shock eases a measure and a question comes to mind. "Think it compares to this communicator of yours?"

[starcharter]

"I have not used the console yet. I saw it in my suite, but I decided to try to find people I know. They are not the type of people to use consoles often."

[storm_warning]

"Any luck with that?" A fair question; she's seen plenty of people make the search, but not many turn up anything on their first go.

[starcharter]

Chekov shakes his head, looking slightly unhappy.

"Not yet. I have only just started looking and the city is big."

[storm_warning]

A slow nod from her; she gets it. This place is kind of big for being on a turtle and all.

"Good luck, I guess," she says, looking towards the street access. "And, hey. If you know what they look like from the air, give me a rundown. I'll keep my eye out."

[starcharter]

He looks at her oddly, but replies anyway. Finding the crew is priority number one.

"Well, the captain has blond hair and is wearing gold like I am. Oh, he's human too."

[storm_warning]

"Weird cult gear, gotcha." Ororo snaps her fingers and points at his shirt with a wink. "You want to give a girl some details on what else he could be before I hit the skies?"

[starcharter]

Luckily he catches that as a joke. So he smiles, amused.

"I think that is all you could see from the air, yes?"

[storm_warning]

"Yeah, you got a point." She nods. "I'll hit you up on the network if I find anyone matching the description, Pavel. Deal?"

[starcharter]

He nods.

"Deal. If there is anything I can do to repay you, let me know."

A complete stranger was going pretty far out of her way to help him. It was the least he could offer.