Inwented in Russia

Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee. Pavel Chekov || Twenty || District Five

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Star Trek Beyond (2016, Dir. Justin Lin).

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Pavel Chekov has been taken from the cellblock--

He wasn’t surprised when they finally came for him. If anything, he was relieved. It meant the waiting was over. And the waiting... that was perhaps the hardest part. 

Watching day after day as those around him were led out of their cells and returned much later in worse conditions. They were being punished for crimes against the Capitol and there were people out there who found great joy in their imprisonment and torture. After all, that’s what it was. Torture, right? Punishment would be drawing a line in the sand at leaving them in their cells, locked up with the keys thrown away. But to take them out, physically and mentally assault them in a way that was meant to cause long lasting impressions? --That was torture, plain and simple. 

When they came for him, he didn’t fight. He didn’t argue. He didn’t say a word, in fact, although he was writing a novel in his mind over the lack of humanity concerning this situation. Pavel wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of complaining. 

Years ago, he would have been an absolute mess, shaking and perhaps in tears, but he’s been through the worst of it. Pavel stood tall as the cold metal cuffs were placed on his wrists, and he was led away - flanked on either side by guards. Whatever they hoped to do, he wouldn’t give them satisfaction.

When he passed by his fellow ‘criminals’ he gave them a little half-smile. Not hopeful. Not happy. But... something. He’s alive. They’re alive. So they’ll get through this. Just one second at a time. 

When Pavel was brought into an empty room, he didn’t comment on how cold it was or how uncomfortable the cuffs were. He didn’t even let out a frustrated sigh as he was forced into a lone, metal chair and his cuffs were fastened to the arms. He never gave voice to the nervous, fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach, resting there like a stone because he knew he knew that nothing good was to come.

Pavel’s eyes focused on the floor ahead of him, never wavering, as though he was somehow afraid that looking away would cause something catastrophic to happen. So no, he never looked up. 

Not when the guards left his side. 

Not when some man came into the room. 

Not when the man began by cutting his hair free of curls; his hair now shorter then he could ever remember it being.  

Not when the man began to hit him, first open handed then closed fisted.

Not when his lip split open and not when one of his eyes swelled painfully shut. 

Not when he felt one of his ribs crack (though, much to his own regret, he did let out a pained gasp).  By the time Pavel was brought back to his cell, he could barely see two feet ahead of him, much less place one foot in front of another. Collapsing in his cell upon being dropped off, and lifting himself up on shaky arms as he took a wheezing breath-- He grinned through it. It probably wasn’t the most ‘pretty’ thing, all bloody and bruised... But he never gave them the satisfaction. Was it wrong of him to be oh so very, very proud of his defiance? 

[captbexx]

Chekoooovvv! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ (and Kirk and Spock…)

The second one I drew after watching Zootopia again… XDXD;D

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[vladthelordofdoomandpancakes]

Translation: “I am fucking tired of the soviet car industry” *the standard effect of touching a soviet car* *laughs in russian*

[percy-art]

starfleet uniforms…. don’t have pockets………….

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finnnodair:

Finnick could have given him a hundred reasons as to why that was likely a bad thing, but he bit his tongue. There was no need to share more negativity with someone Finn was well aware had too much of in the past. Instead, he nodded slowly. “That sounds like a good idea. Start small, and build it up.” Feeling like he should contribute now that he’d supported the idea, he took a moment to think. It reminded him of his therapy sessions – techniques he’d learned to help Annie too. “We’ve.. been getting some food.”

“Zhat’s true! Zhey could be starving us but zhey haff been giving us food.” Perhaps it wasn’t the most nutritious food. Maybe it wasn’t doing the most it could be for them... but at least it was something, when nothing could have been expected. “Ve can keep our strength up.” --Which would be inevitably important for when they bust out of here! Pavel continued on, forcing a more ', “And... Ve haff been given zhis time togezher. To talk and not be stuck in zhe tiny cells. Zhat’s a good zhing.” 

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murdercitymedic:

“Maybe here they do.” Maybe in the districts they don’t. He can’t imagine Hanssen being overjoyed at the loss of a second senior doctor, and really, people might well think he was a criminal but they’d start to doubt the government over Zoe’s arrest. “All I did was exist in the same place as you lot. I refuse to believe that everyone in this country thinks that’s a crime.”  He shook his head. “Ok. So. I’ve been attacked on multiple occasions by patients, I’ve been trapped in a collapsed quarry before, and I’ve almost been blown up. Twice. But I’ve got no reference point for this, not in the way that you all seem to. All those things? They have an end point.” That end point often appeared to be death, but at least he knew, then, that it was coming to an end. “Where does this end?” Do you really want an answer to that question?

“It doesn’t?” Pavel continued on, more sure of his answer. “It doesn’t. Because no matter vhere ve go or vhat ve do, ve’re continuously hunted down like zhis. And zhe people ve love and care about continue to be hurt and taken away. I’ve seen it happen so many times now... but zhis is my first time on zhis side.” Pavel understood this was a war they were fighting, and these things took time and effort and sacrifice, but after all this time, he hoped for once they would have the upper hand. 

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tatelangdcn:

Tate was glad that Pavel understood his point, but the conversation made him sad. He didn’t like it when Pietro got upset or frustrated, knowing he couldn’t change it, or make it easier for him. “Yeah. He has to deal with that every second every day. Now he doesn’t even have Wanda to help him. It’s sick, right?”

“...yeah. Keeping him stuck here, vith barely any room to move around. At least not zhe vay I’m sure he vould like-- And his sister. Zhey have a special bond. At least, zhat’s vhat Vanda told me. It’s not right, any of zhis. I know zhat goes vithout saying but... it feels good to say it. It’s not right.” 

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tatelangdcn:

“Hey, thanks.” Tate’s smile reached his eyes, grateful to have someone else in his life to care for. It made the Capitol situation more difficult, of course, but he could be concerned about that later, when shit hit the fan. “Yeah Wanda’s… special. They both are, but she’s beautiful.” It was obvious by the way Tate spoke of them that he dearly loved them both. “He can be. It’s hard for him though, y’know? It’s not his fault, the speed thing.”

Pavel gave a little nod of agreement. Wanda was beautiful, that much was true. As was Tate’s assessment on why Pietro was the way he was. “It must be so hard... To be able to go so fast, like zhat but haff everyone around you go so slow. And now, here, locked up... It must be even harder. I don’t blame him for frustrations.” 

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finnnodair:

“You don’t ever stop playing their game, even after you’ve left the arena.” Gaze not focused on anything in particular, Finnick replied almost mechanically, as if he were reciting something familiar. He’d certainly thought it himself a countless number of times. Blinking a few times, dragging himself out of his own memories, he glanced over at Pavel again, recognising his words and the hope within them.

Finnick wasn’t planning on giving up the fight anytime soon; but still, this was setback, and one he knew he couldn’t do anything about. They’d need help if they were to get through this alive. But hope was the first thing they took from you in the Capitol. “You should try and hold onto that for as long as you can. Most of us will need to hear it.”

“...I’ll try,” Pavel answered honestly. Despite the hope he tried to project, he wasn’t sure just how much he actually believed in his own words. When the Rebellion lost friends and family to the Capitol in the past, they were always able to rescue them in the end. Not all of them, tragically, but most of them. What if this was the time they couldn’t. “Maybe I vill try to make a list of all zhe good zhings zhat haff happened. Like... Since zhe party, zhey haff left us alone mostly. Zhat’s a good zhing.” 

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Part 24

Chekov, drugged in the medbay: Life is like an egg.

Bones: Care to explain?

Chekov: Sometimes there's chickens in it.

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tatelangdcn:

“So are you sayin’ we’re friends now?” Tate smiled, he always enjoyed making friends, since he’d grown up without any. It seemed like he was drawn to people with accents naturally, anyway. “Yeah! Pietro. Petey. He’s my best friend. Guessin’ you know him, huh?”

“Of course ve’re friends.” Pavel replied. It was difficult to be put into this sort of situation and not make friends with those around you. Although, Pavel had a feeling that even if they were back with the rest of the rebellion, he would still try and make an attempt at developing a friendship. “I’ve spoken to him vnce or tvice. And his sister Vanda. She seemed friendly. Pietro vas... impatient.”

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rosemarieh:

“God, you are really full of it, aren’t you?” Still, though, she knew he was right. Not that she’d admit that to anyone. Ever. 

“Only full of knowledge on how to fix the tablets.” 

[onceandfxture-archive]

Arthur nodded in understanding. “You look… well,” Arthur offered with a weak smile; the knight’s blue eyes taking in the younger man. “Yes, I understand they are still an issue.” He replied. “ Do you have a theory on the cause of the disruptions?”

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“Thank you. You look vell too,” Pavel replied, trying his best to meet Arthur’s smile with one of his own. It’s been quite some time since he spoke to the blond last. The change in subject was good, and Pavel seemed more comfortable answering questions about the tablet. “Ah, it seems that people are having lots of problems. I think… overuse. Ve haff used these tablets a long time now.”

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finnnodair:

Finnick heard his attempted rebuttal, but noted the surrender immediately. A part of him had actually hoped the younger man would’ve had some optimism to share – perhaps some of it would have actually rubbed off on Finnick. Clearly, he could’ve really done with some.

Sighing again at Pavel’s questions, he eyed the mirrored walls as if he were looking for something. “I don’t think we have too many options. .. If any, really.” He added with a shrug, shoulders heavy as he gave up on his search. There was no doubt in Finnick’s mind that they were being surveyed every second of the day. “Anything we plan will be overheard anyway. Seems our lives are, once again, in someone else’s hands.”

Pavel knew they wouldn’t be able to come up with a plan-- Not while they were being watched the way they were. Still, there was some small thought of his that they’d be able to come together and fight their way out. Somehow. But Finnick was right. They wouldn’t be able to speak privately and they were almost entirely powerless in their current situation. The best solution was to sit tight, but it didn’t feel right. 

“Again. And again. Zhis just keeps happening...” Pavel felt almost immediately guilty for complaining. After all, Finnick saw and experienced much more than Pavel did. “But... I’m sure somezhing good vill happen. Soon.”

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tatelangdcn:

Tate held up a hand in surrender, surprised by the reaction he’d managed to get out of the boy. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, though, finding the whole topic rather funny. “Alright, alright. Just friends, no freaky business. I can always try askin’ Pete again for that. - Hey, thanks. See, that ain’t so bad, is it? Givin’ me a compliment?”

For just a few seconds, Pavel actually found himself a bit annoyed by Tate’s smile. But then his frown broke way to a smile of his own as he laughed over the ridiculousness of the conversation. “If you ever vant somevne to talk to, I can be zhat kind of friend. But no, it vasn’t so bad.” A breath passed and he quirked a brow, “So... who is zhis Pete?” Pavel had to think about it, before hazarding a guess, “...Pietro?” 

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tatelangdcn:

Tate was good at distracting people, it seemed. Perhaps that was simply due to the fact he never stopped talking whilst they were behind bars, and even now in the main room. “Yeah, hooking up doesn’t have to mean you go all the way. Unless you want it to.” Which he suddenly felt weird about, considering how he felt about a certain someone. “It has a nice look? That’s cute. You can call me handsome, I won’t blush, promise.”

“I don’t vant to go any way!” Pavel said, as though jumping to cut off any thought Tate might have had but didn’t express just yet. Because yes, this is exactly the situation to be having a conversation like this. “Just friends, I zhink, okay? But... yes. Fine, vhatever. Handsome. Don’t let it go to your head.”