The Criminon Effect, Ch3////Sulu/Chekov
Title: The Criminon Effect, Chapter 3
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Prompt: 19.Analyze
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
Chapter 2
“Bohze moi,” Chekov exhaled.
He stood looking over Sulu’s station, Spock at one shoulder and Leslie pressed to the other, their collective attention fixed on the long-range view of what could only be a dead ship coasting directly into their path. Wordlessly the Vulcan spun on his heel and shot across the bridge, nearly knocking Janice off her feet, reaching for his console before he’d even come to it. The computer chirped thoughtfully as he raced through the Federation memory banks for something both hidden in the deepest archives and seemingly floating just outside the verification clarity of the Enterprise’s magnification parameters.
The single still-shot the long range cameras had snapped clearly showed a dusty blue body with a golden, forked ‘M’ just below her name, which in the spinning half-light of the ship’s hull was barely legible.
“The Kha-…Khanate,” Sulu squinted as he slowly read the ship’s distinctive name. “It’s not possible…”
“The vessel disappeared nearly two centuries ago, but no record was made of her subsequent re-discovery,” Spock intoned solemnly, still fixed on his research.
Meaning it wasn’t impossible, just unlikely. On the plus side, Spock seemed to be catching on recently that voicing such facts seemed more to humans as ridicule, not impassive information as he may have intended. McCoy would swear he was doing it on purpose, but as the doctor was still nowhere to be seen, his opinion was about as useful as Spock’s declarative statements.
Sinking down on his haunches, Chekov slowly traced the outline of the ship on Sulu’s screen, immediately drawing it into an artificial magnification that made it look more like a misplaced bird’s egg. He rested an arm across the back of Sulu’s chair as he murmured, “I hope to God she’s as dead as she would seem to be.”
“After all these years, I doubt there’s anyone still aboard,” Sulu replied softly as Leslie joined Spock at his station. Chekov turned to stare at him as though he’d just realized Sulu was there, looking away just as quickly. Was that blush always there…?
“You newer know with a Cossack,” Chekov said gravely, “For all we know, they’re watching us as we speak, ewery little thing we do and say, ewen as we sleep-“
“You make them sound like some sort of boogie-men,” Sulu scoffed, regretting his gruffness as Chekov turned toward him again, this time leaning over the arm of Sulu’s chair as he narrowed his expression to a glare.
“You have no idea, mudak,” he replied darkly, rising to his feet as Spock returned.
Even though Chekov’s chair was within arm’s reach, it felt like an eternity away to Sulu just then.
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: Hikaru Sulu/Pavel Chekov
Prompt: 19.Analyze
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
Chapter 2
“Bohze moi,” Chekov exhaled.
He stood looking over Sulu’s station, Spock at one shoulder and Leslie pressed to the other, their collective attention fixed on the long-range view of what could only be a dead ship coasting directly into their path. Wordlessly the Vulcan spun on his heel and shot across the bridge, nearly knocking Janice off her feet, reaching for his console before he’d even come to it. The computer chirped thoughtfully as he raced through the Federation memory banks for something both hidden in the deepest archives and seemingly floating just outside the verification clarity of the Enterprise’s magnification parameters.
The single still-shot the long range cameras had snapped clearly showed a dusty blue body with a golden, forked ‘M’ just below her name, which in the spinning half-light of the ship’s hull was barely legible.
“The Kha-…Khanate,” Sulu squinted as he slowly read the ship’s distinctive name. “It’s not possible…”
“The vessel disappeared nearly two centuries ago, but no record was made of her subsequent re-discovery,” Spock intoned solemnly, still fixed on his research.
Meaning it wasn’t impossible, just unlikely. On the plus side, Spock seemed to be catching on recently that voicing such facts seemed more to humans as ridicule, not impassive information as he may have intended. McCoy would swear he was doing it on purpose, but as the doctor was still nowhere to be seen, his opinion was about as useful as Spock’s declarative statements.
Sinking down on his haunches, Chekov slowly traced the outline of the ship on Sulu’s screen, immediately drawing it into an artificial magnification that made it look more like a misplaced bird’s egg. He rested an arm across the back of Sulu’s chair as he murmured, “I hope to God she’s as dead as she would seem to be.”
“After all these years, I doubt there’s anyone still aboard,” Sulu replied softly as Leslie joined Spock at his station. Chekov turned to stare at him as though he’d just realized Sulu was there, looking away just as quickly. Was that blush always there…?
“You newer know with a Cossack,” Chekov said gravely, “For all we know, they’re watching us as we speak, ewery little thing we do and say, ewen as we sleep-“
“You make them sound like some sort of boogie-men,” Sulu scoffed, regretting his gruffness as Chekov turned toward him again, this time leaning over the arm of Sulu’s chair as he narrowed his expression to a glare.
“You have no idea, mudak,” he replied darkly, rising to his feet as Spock returned.
Even though Chekov’s chair was within arm’s reach, it felt like an eternity away to Sulu just then.