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 How outdated), Chekov decides to set off.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

[alphatar]

"Yeah, tell me about it. That’s just the city, there’s a couple of really creepy foreigners here too. So just avoid them if you can." As far as her experience went anyway, the only one who made themselves fairly unavoidable had been Amon and the Batman. Of the two, Batman was the only unpredictable one. Amon usually kept to himself except in certain situations, herself being one of them.

"It’ll all make sense in a few days, so don’t sweat the details."

[starcharter]

"Creepy in what way?" Because he really doesn't need creepy people following him around right now.

[alphatar]

"Creepy like ‘watching and following people without them knowing’ creepy. Then there’s there the I know there’s something not right about you, but I don’t know what’ kind of creepy."

She half-shrugged at him. "I try not to worry about them too much since we generally have a pretty friendly foreigner group going." A chuckle. We don’t have any meetings, but we help each other out." Kind of why she’s here. She’s not part of the welcoming committee, Korra does help out once in a while.

[starcharter]

"Ah, more uncomfortable than threatening. Still, I will keep my guard up if I have that feeling where someone is walking on your grave."

He smiles warmly. "It seems so. We are all on the same boat-- or turtle."

Oh that sounded so much funnier in his head. "Sorry, bad joke."