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 How outdated), Chekov decides to set off.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

[jirk]

"Look both ways before crossing the street," Jim said sternly, clapping the kid on the shoulder. "And don't take any candy from strangers, okay?" It's teasing, but the sentiment is clear enough, and Chekov knows him well enough to parse his meaning from the words. It's not Jim being condescending in the least - he knows, has seen what this kid can do. But Jim does worry about him. He's not the same kid he was back at the academy, but damnit. Captain's prerogative.

[starcharter]

Chekov nods. Common sense, he can do that. His Academy training probably doesn't hurt in that regard either; how much training have they had in dealing with alien cultures?

"I will. Doctor McCoy would be very annoyed if I got hurt by a speeding cart."

Just imagining the conversation that would cause makes Chekov smile a little.

[jirk]

"Forget McCoy, I'd be pissed." Jim bats at the back of Chekov's head, not quite a smack but enough to ruffle his hair. "Okay, I've got some business to take care of, here. You gonna be okay by yourself for a while?"

[starcharter]

Chekov cracks a grin, then turns to face Kirk.

"Yes, Captain. I will just familiarize myself with everything in the meantime."

Part of which will involve scanning every single nook and cranny of this room.

[jirk]

It's good to see one of his crewmembers arrive and able to smile. Spock was too broken, and Bones-- well, Bones never smiled to begin with, so maybe he shouldn't rely on it too much to begin with.

Jim nods to Chekov, brisk. Back in captain mode. "I'll be in touch. You can use the console to talk to me if you need to, we'll work on getting you your equipment. It'll work out, and I'll swing by tomorrow, okay?"

[starcharter]

His smile doesn't waver as he nods.

"Yes, sir."

At the very least, Chekov doesn't feel (or seem) so lost and confused. Something sinister is waiting for them and they're stranded in a strange place. But he knows it'll work out, even without Kirk saying so. Because they'll all stick together.