The Criminon Effect, Ch2////Sulu/Chekov
Title: The Criminon Effect, Chapter 2
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Prompt: 7. Abnormal
Word Count: 407
Rating: PG
Summary: In this multi-prompt episodic adventure, the crew of NCC 1701 are faced with a fanatical enemy with powers unlike anything they've yet encountered.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. :(
Notes: There will be links to proceeding and preceding chapters as the story updates.
Chapter 1
Sulu glanced once at the ensign and sighed internally, re-enacting the same routine he practiced every day: Mount his post, tick all the little boxes on the maintenance review, check with Scotty, check with the captain, check back with Scotty, deduce their current location and trajectory, highlight the day’s tasks, tick more boxes, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…And wait for Pavel to show up, his shift overlapping by two hours for more expeditious shifts (as Mr. Spock so eloquently phrased it). Once Chekov arrived, he’d begin phase two of the day’s routine, which entailed mostly appearing busy and seeming occupied while secretly carrying on this hidden flirtatious agenda.
“You feeling alright today, ensign?” Sulu asked in his most off-hand tone, looking over a work order from the night before that for some reason needed to bear his signature. Something about his station, or the warp drive controls, or something to that end. “You look a bit piqued.”
“Hrmf,” Chekov grunted, shaking his head for good measure. “I’m fine, Mr. Sulu, just fine…I fear the trouble is, I did not sleep as soundly as I should.”
“That’s the second time this week,” Sulu remarked, cocking an eyebrow. “Maybe you should get some sleep aids from the doctor later, if it’s getting out of hand-“
“It’s not-“ Chekov interjected, his tone a bit too loud; Lieutenant Leslie and Uhura both stopped their combined efforts at decrypting a strange and garbled alien signal that had been repeating through the substation frequencies for the past week or so, just to give the unruly officer a quick once-over. Lowering his voice resignedly, his cheeks flaring pink, Chekov continued, “It’s nothing, Sulu, I promise. I’m fine, I just…Did not sleep well. Again.”
Just then, an alarm sounded quietly on Sulu's touch-screen, a blinking red strobe outlined by a red hourglass and accompanied by the sound of a 20th-century printer jamming on old-world paper.
“That’s unusual,” Sulu said slowly, furrowing his brow. Turning in his chair, he realized sinkingly that Captain Kirk was absent from the bridge; Mr. Spock’s prominent features were buried in scientific work or some such nonsense, presenting the Lieutenant with his back, so that Sulu had to yell to get his attention: “Commander Spock, I think you should come and see this.”
There was something floating out there, roughly half an hour away at their current speed, which Hikaru Sulu had never seen outside a text book. And it frightened him dearly.
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Prompt: 7. Abnormal
Word Count: 407
Rating: PG
Summary: In this multi-prompt episodic adventure, the crew of NCC 1701 are faced with a fanatical enemy with powers unlike anything they've yet encountered.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. :(
Notes: There will be links to proceeding and preceding chapters as the story updates.
Chapter 1
Sulu glanced once at the ensign and sighed internally, re-enacting the same routine he practiced every day: Mount his post, tick all the little boxes on the maintenance review, check with Scotty, check with the captain, check back with Scotty, deduce their current location and trajectory, highlight the day’s tasks, tick more boxes, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…And wait for Pavel to show up, his shift overlapping by two hours for more expeditious shifts (as Mr. Spock so eloquently phrased it). Once Chekov arrived, he’d begin phase two of the day’s routine, which entailed mostly appearing busy and seeming occupied while secretly carrying on this hidden flirtatious agenda.
“You feeling alright today, ensign?” Sulu asked in his most off-hand tone, looking over a work order from the night before that for some reason needed to bear his signature. Something about his station, or the warp drive controls, or something to that end. “You look a bit piqued.”
“Hrmf,” Chekov grunted, shaking his head for good measure. “I’m fine, Mr. Sulu, just fine…I fear the trouble is, I did not sleep as soundly as I should.”
“That’s the second time this week,” Sulu remarked, cocking an eyebrow. “Maybe you should get some sleep aids from the doctor later, if it’s getting out of hand-“
“It’s not-“ Chekov interjected, his tone a bit too loud; Lieutenant Leslie and Uhura both stopped their combined efforts at decrypting a strange and garbled alien signal that had been repeating through the substation frequencies for the past week or so, just to give the unruly officer a quick once-over. Lowering his voice resignedly, his cheeks flaring pink, Chekov continued, “It’s nothing, Sulu, I promise. I’m fine, I just…Did not sleep well. Again.”
Just then, an alarm sounded quietly on Sulu's touch-screen, a blinking red strobe outlined by a red hourglass and accompanied by the sound of a 20th-century printer jamming on old-world paper.
“That’s unusual,” Sulu said slowly, furrowing his brow. Turning in his chair, he realized sinkingly that Captain Kirk was absent from the bridge; Mr. Spock’s prominent features were buried in scientific work or some such nonsense, presenting the Lieutenant with his back, so that Sulu had to yell to get his attention: “Commander Spock, I think you should come and see this.”
There was something floating out there, roughly half an hour away at their current speed, which Hikaru Sulu had never seen outside a text book. And it frightened him dearly.