#ensiignchekov

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      “  you didn’t have to come down with me.  ”  hands reach up to fix the beanie that rests on top of her head.  the planet was chilly  -  snow fell lightly around them and littered the ground.  gaze lingers on pavel  ,  who was a couple of feet ahead of her  ,  before they fall back to the stall next to her.  ellie enjoyed visiting alien markets  -  not only for ingredients that she could use for meals  ,  but always meeting new people.  “  but i’m glad you did.  ”  cheeks are flushed pink.  ellie will blame the frosty air if its mentioned.

╰   ––––––– ✧   @ensnchekov​​    :      liked      ❨      for a starter.     ❩˙

[legacyfair]

@ensiignchekov -> from here

❝ space isn't really my thing. ❞ he admits , scratching his head. ❝ my job's to swing my sword around and help keep the peace. I don't really do space and flying. but I mean , I guess it's pretty neat. but stuff like that's only in science fiction , yeah ? I mean ShinRa scrapped the other project for space exploration. it doesn't really work. ❞

[elencr]

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚    ―      ㅤ‘ JENNA MARBLES. ’   | ACCEPTING !                                                                               ❛      Don’t expose me like this.      ❜

* .  ♡              standing with her hands on her hips  ,  ellie stares down at @ensiignchekov​  ,  who was sat in the middle of the table.  eyes narrow before her hand is held out towards him.  “  i can and i will.  ”  she’s teasing of course  ,  everyone knew that they would never argue and in the end were finding their exchange rather humorous.  “  pavel come on  ,  ”  she groans stamping her foot like a child.  “  gimmie my phone back.  ”

[noblehcart]

ensiignchekov

kirk sending a message to the neva like 'where's my navigator' and gleb's just like 'my navigator now, kid.'

gleb vc : right well.... i’m invoking starfleet code: finders keepers. he’s ours now. my navigator. i’m adopting him.

[noblehcart]

❛ But you understand, don’t you? ❜ (also for either Liesel, Stefan, Inej, or Gleb!)

@ensiignchekov

"Of course I do." How could he not understand that inkling of belonging. That distinct sense of community that one found just with those raised with the same beliefs, traditions and expectations. It was also easy to understand Chekov's situation- more than easy. It had once been him a long time ago in a different era. When he was a student dreaming of being the captain he was today. It made him feel old to think that the boy in front of him was possibly a baby at that time.

"I was one of the youngest in my classes at Starfleet during my time there. One of the very few Russians there too." The memory was still fresh in his mind. Everything was so different and exciting. He looked forward to every day of classes till suddenly he found himself in an atrium surrounded by classmates and he felt entirely alone. People he had laughed, and studied with now just felt like strangers in the face of missing home. "Its so easy to get lost in the chaos of all the students and officers and forget who you are, to get homesick for some hot tea and hearing your mother scold you for not eating enough."

Pavel Chekov was so young to be traveling the breadth of space and he could only imagine how his family felt about that. "The Neva is glad to have you onboard, Mr. Chekov, for your skills and talents; but, I know many of the bridge officers are glad to have you bring another piece of home to our ship, Pavel."

[noblehcart]

❛ Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. ❜ (for Gleb, Inej, Liesel, or Stefan!)

@ensiignchekov

"And yet somehow bad luck also has the worst timing." She did try to leave superstitions behind on her home planet. Much of it was easy to let go of in the face of the future ahead onboard a star ship with all its technology, advancement and intermingling of cultures and species. Even so she remembered her mother smoothing over her hair into a neat braid before send off to remind her not to lose faith in their believes. Two things can be true; don't forget that. A small niche was left in her heart for the wives-tales and superstitions. Including that of bad luck.

"Tell me how your people ward off bad luck, Pavel. What is it that 'russians' do?" Was the curious ask as she leaned in a bit closer to the other. As two of the youngest on board she felt far more relaxed around the ensign than with anyone else. She knew her position was unique as part of a trial liaison with her world. "On my planet we have reliefs- or charms we wear to keep it at bay. Some hang fruit in our homes and stores to ward off evil."

[zeveth]

( @ensiignchekov | continued .

"I might ask you the same thing," she snarls, as if she isn't the one intruding on a starship out of her time, or a completely foreign species to this sector, hailing from an empire half the galaxy away; a future enemy, no less, shielding her eyes from the unwelcome, sudden light as if offended such a thing could ever have been installed here for its usual diurnal inhabitants in the first place.

Humans.

She shakes herself, hastily snapping on a pair of dark-shaded lenses and straightening to proper composure with a sigh.

"I-- I must apologise," she grumbles. "You startled me, that is all. And I'm not accustomed to bright lights like these." She waves a hand and then seems to relax, slightly smug. "Ah. You're an ensign, aren't you?"

Yes. She can handle an ensign. She can handle an admiral, for that matter. She holds out a practiced hand, straight and pointed, to offer greeting.

"My name is Zeveth. I've been sent here from the future to warn you against diplomatic relations with the K'Vaelians." She tries to grin in a friendly way, flashing teeth. "Unless I've accidentally landed aboard the wrong ship, you're all about to make a very large and unfortunate mistake."