Mозгоёбство.
Kirk was back on the bridge.
It was an inevitable progression, but one that made his life infinitely easier.
Yes...definitely easier, even if the stupid fuckers on crew had decided now was a good time to strike against Kept'in Уюра. Sanders and Cohen had been the closest to success, the others were either stupider or smarter. Either way, waiting, poised and ready, for something to happen was becoming irritating.
This new Yeoman, Рanд, was worth watching, but Chekov's time was becoming thinner than he liked. He had to keep up on security, check the feeds for Kirk, for his лошадь, McCoy, and all their little motions. They were finite, boring, but he watched them.
Kirk's face was more annoying now then it had been.
Probably because he looked like a corpse and kept getting better.
Cамодовольный Засранец.
Chekov could taste it, every time Kirk looked at him, lacing every word. Kirk thought he was a child, patronized him silently behind sunken eyes, like Chekov couldn't know the depths of his голожопый, American soul.
He had put up with it for years, through Academy, here, but it didn't matter. It had served him more often than naught. And yet, the longer he spent near Kirk the more he just wanted to carve that smile off his scarecrow face and stuff it down his throat.
Не, ждать большинств важная вещь. Капитан хочет меня ждать.
Ah, he was going to go crazy just sitting, thinking, waiting, thinking, watching, and thinking. It was like Воркута́, all waiting in snow, watching prisoners and stupid guards trapped in the same place march back and forth under the illusion of freedom.
Mочить этот.
He needed something mindless.
I hawe vodka and Call of Duty.
How did you make vith Nurse? I sink I see somesing in regard to her ower communications, but I hawe not checked it. Is somesing I should know?
It was an inevitable progression, but one that made his life infinitely easier.
Yes...definitely easier, even if the stupid fuckers on crew had decided now was a good time to strike against Kept'in Уюра. Sanders and Cohen had been the closest to success, the others were either stupider or smarter. Either way, waiting, poised and ready, for something to happen was becoming irritating.
This new Yeoman, Рanд, was worth watching, but Chekov's time was becoming thinner than he liked. He had to keep up on security, check the feeds for Kirk, for his лошадь, McCoy, and all their little motions. They were finite, boring, but he watched them.
Kirk's face was more annoying now then it had been.
Probably because he looked like a corpse and kept getting better.
Cамодовольный Засранец.
Chekov could taste it, every time Kirk looked at him, lacing every word. Kirk thought he was a child, patronized him silently behind sunken eyes, like Chekov couldn't know the depths of his голожопый, American soul.
He had put up with it for years, through Academy, here, but it didn't matter. It had served him more often than naught. And yet, the longer he spent near Kirk the more he just wanted to carve that smile off his scarecrow face and stuff it down his throat.
Не, ждать большинств важная вещь. Капитан хочет меня ждать.
Ah, he was going to go crazy just sitting, thinking, waiting, thinking, watching, and thinking. It was like Воркута́, all waiting in snow, watching prisoners and stupid guards trapped in the same place march back and forth under the illusion of freedom.
Mочить этот.
He needed something mindless.
I hawe vodka and Call of Duty.
How did you make vith Nurse? I sink I see somesing in regard to her ower communications, but I hawe not checked it. Is somesing I should know?