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[i_candozat]

When you throw together groups of people--no matter what the year or advancements made from the past conditions of the (primarily) human race--that have what are perceived to be irreconcilable differences, problems will eventually happen. It's been a few days on the other side of the door for one teenaged Pavel Chekov, going relatively smoothly as

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[and_far_away]

Sharpe knows a uniform when he sees one, even partly removed, as well as a young officer. He glances the boy over with sympathetic amusement.

"Hope you gave as good as you got."

[i_candozat]

"Ech, mostly, sir," he answers. Pavel didn't precisely stick around to see how badly a kick to the midsection hurt the cadet who'd punched him in the face, but given he's both a runner and has practiced ballet for the last ten or so years his legs are quite strong enough to hurt.

[and_far_away]

"Good lad." He grins. "Looks like you could do with some cleaning up, though. You know the way?"

He could set the boy's nose, but it would hurt. A lot.

[i_candozat]

He nods. "To ze infirmary?" That was one of the first places he asked about upon getting here, because not knowing where sickbay is located is a very stupid idea.

[and_far_away]

"The infirmary", he agrees. "And then you'll be wanting a change of clothes."

[i_candozat]

Pavel nods, and mutters that he'll be back shortly, though how understandable that is might vary given his accent is thick and Russian on a good day without a broken nose.

It takes him maybe thirty minutes to get that part fixed, and get a set of clean clothes from the bar, before he comes back over. "I am sorry about zat. Zere vas...tch."

[and_far_away]

"A fight?" Sharpe says easily. "You're young. It happens. I'm Sharpe, by the way."

[i_candozat]

He nods. "Da, a fight. In a manner of speaking. I am Pavel Chekov."

[and_far_away]

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Chekov." He gestures to the empty chair opposite him. "Stop a while, if you like."

[i_candozat]

"Zank you," he says. "I vas done viz classes," he says with a shrug, much better now that he has a painkiller in him. "So is not imperatiwe I get back to anyvhere."

Not that it really ever is given he can pass the tests already.

[and_far_away]

"And you likely wouldn't miss a thing if you weren't", Sharpe tells him. "Or are you one of the unlucky ones that doesn't get time frozen for them?"

[i_candozat]

"I...hawe not heard time stops," he says. He hasn't really been needing it to, and hasn't been particularly paying attention to it. "But da, I suppose it does. Zat explains qvite a lot."

[and_far_away]

"Very useful, I've found." He smiles. "So what're you studying?"

[i_candozat]

"I am on ze command track. But I am studying to be a nawigator."

[and_far_away]

Amicably, "Thought I spotted an officer in the making." He beckons to one of the rats, then glances back up. "And you're Navy, then? What'll you have?"

[i_candozat]

"I am a midshipman vhile at ze Academy, sir," he nods. "Just vater, please. And ve are somezing like ze Nawy. I am Starfleet."