When the start gun cracks and the noise reverberates in his ears, he takes off, weaving through people that aren't going as fast as he is; Pavel Chekov is no sprinter and he doesn't put on speed quickly, but his long strides require room to move, and the best palce for that is out front of the mass of people. Kirk's--the other Kirk, the older one ( Read more... )

It took him a while to actually find a dance studio in Milliways--Chekov wasn't altogether surprised it had one, as it seemed to have everything else. It was relatively quiet and almost entirely deserted when he came in, only one or two doors down from the gym. He put on music as he stretched out, mostly recovered and fine from the chase a few days ( Read more... )

Pavel inhabits the gym more often than is usual for someone his age; mostly, the exercise and physical strain is relaxing after having to sit still in that chair while he's on shift ( Read more... )

He is fourteen when he is accepted into Starfleet Academy in San Francisco, California, after a year spent in the Astrophysics Conservatory in St. Petersburg, away from his parents in Moscow. He takes classes in the evenings mostly, when the high-level courses are offered in physics and theoretical math and temporal mechanics, and they're all he ( Read more... )