Apr 07, 2012 23:10
[ The communicator flashes to life to show the face of a partially startled looking teen, curled brown hair a mess. His eyes are cast out to the sky, as he is carefully trying to look for something. ]
[ Bringing the device closer, either not realizing or not caring that it was on video function. ]
Ensign Chekov to USS Enterprise, [ his accent is thick, gluteral; the 'r's are a bit more rolled, and he cringes slightly as the effort of pronouncing one word. ] Requesting to transport back on board. I --
--Also requesting reason for beaming me here in first place. [ He pauses. A frown, as he waits for a response. A beat, before he mutters in another language. ]
Блин...черт побери! [ And the feed times out. ]
✗ pavel chekov