The young navigator herself had become very accustomed to the swell of people on the ship and loved it completely, it reminded her of the crowds of Moscow and of San Francisco. With a little wheedling and pouting she had managed to procure an orange from one of the mess hall staff, a favourite of hers. Grinning Pasha looked about for a place to sit, there didn’t seem to be many. Then she spotted Roger Korby sitting by himself, she had vague recollection of meeting him while little. Tina had seemed friendly with him.
Widening her smile she walked over, orange in hand and asked “Vould you mind if I sat here?”
"Not at all," Roger said crisply, scooting his own tray and strewn notebooks over as he looked over the young woman with an appreciative glance. My, Starfleet must be raiding elementary school rooms these days, from the look at her. Young.
Roger liked young.
"It appears we've managed to come at a busy time."
Pasha smiled, thanking him as she took a seat. Taking a quick glance around the mess hall she nodded. "Yes, it seems that eweryone had the same idea. I am sorry if I am disturbing you." It had been plain to see that he had been working before she had interupted.
She rolled her fruit around between her palms, warming it up before she peeled the skin. Fresh fruit was always something to be savoured.
He watched her palming the fruit, and raised an eyebrow. Cheeky. "No, not bothering me at all. Tell me, I'm sure you've heard this before, but-you seem rather young to be assigned here."
The girl bobbed her head, conceding the point. “Oh yes, wery much so. I am told on nearly a daily basis.” She paused to grin. “I am sewenteen, howewer I am the best at vhat I do so...” She broke off to shrug. "Plus, I am eighteen wery soon so age is not bothering me." It was an honest enough point, slightly egotistically put across, but true nether the less.
"Your accent, am I correct when I guess that you are from St Petersburg?" He was pretty sure he was correct, the way she rolled her vowels, the crispness of her consonants. "What exactly is it that you do so well, Miss-?"
He could imagine many, many things that she could do well, with just the barest of instruction.
She was pleasantly surprised. "Yes, exactly correct. I grew up in St Petersburg. Are you a linguist by chance?” Pasha asked curiously before continuing “I am the best nawigator aboard this ship, my counterpart of this uniwerse excluded of course.”
“I am sorry, how wery rude of me. I am Ensign Pasha Andreyevich Chekov. It is nice to meet you Mr…?” The girl trailed off glancing at him inquisitively. It seemed that Tina knew some interesting people after all.
"And I am Roger Korby," he replied smoothly. "I am familiar with different dialects," Roger told her, "but not trained as a linguist. I'm a forensic anthropologist," he told her proudly and not bothering to explain it. Few people truly understood.
She was a navigator. Fascinating. And...counterpart? "Your gender was switched due to a replicator accident, am I correct, Ensign Chekov?" Roger recalled, with his perfect memory. He'd taken notes on his/her case with great interest.
Smiling she commented “Wery nice to meet you Mr Korby.” Anthropology. The study of Humans. Fascinating. Her smile widening slightly she added. “I once had a friend, Irina, whom vas studying Molecular anthropology, I can not say I understood it all that vell, but it seemed interesting enough.”
Roger‘s next question took her somewhat by surprise. “Da, this is correct.” Pasha confirmed with a raised eyebrow. Well it was a novel experience not to have to explain it for once. She had finally stopped playing with her orange and began to unpeel it in one long curl of skin.
Wery nice to meet you too, he thought to himself, studying her. She was leaner than he usually liked, probably a runner. But her face was lovely. And young... must be a brain inside that head, despite those round, vacuous eyes. Definitely interesting.
"Molecular anthropologists spend all their time looking at microscopes. I prefer to study people, and what they leave behind. If you don't mind me asking, Ensign," he began, leaning forward, "did you notice any significant differences in the universe you came from and the one you are currently in now?"
Pasha mulled the question over, a rare occurrence of her thinking before she ran her mouth off, gnawing on her bottom lip as she thought, before answering “From vhat I hawe gathered from speaking vith people and my own research of this ships records it seems that the history of both of our uniwerse are identical, all the vay down the ‘Nero-incident’ and the destruction of Wulcan.”
Pausing she tried to think of a way to phrase her thoughts delicately “Howewer, in comparison to my uniwerse, vhile the people are the same some of their relationships and characteristics are minutely different.”
"I see," he said, taking in all the details of her face as he listened. "What sort of differences?" he asked curious. "Friendships are different? Alliances? Other sorts of intimacies?" he asked, giving that last word a slight inflection.
Pasha nodded. "Friendships are different, yes. Alliances hawe also been notably changed. However, the tech is the same and most of the counterparts personalities are the same." She told him, popping a segmant of ornage into her mouth to avoid having to answer Roger's final question, it wasn't her place to comment on other people's 'intimacies'
"What about your history?" Roger wondered. "Dates, events, are those things the same as well? Did Lenin take over in 1917 in your world as he did in this one? Was the Eugenics War as costly? Things like that."
"There vas an attempt in 1917 but it vas quashed by Nicholas the second, only for Lenin to attempt and succeed at the second rewoulution in 1924." Pasha paused to think, History had never been her strong point and she had only made a point of looking back at the past hundred years in her research, feeling it more important than anchient history.
Widening her smile she walked over, orange in hand and asked “Vould you mind if I sat here?”
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Roger liked young.
"It appears we've managed to come at a busy time."
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She rolled her fruit around between her palms, warming it up before she peeled the skin. Fresh fruit was always something to be savoured.
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"Your accent, am I correct when I guess that you are from St Petersburg?" He was pretty sure he was correct, the way she rolled her vowels, the crispness of her consonants. "What exactly is it that you do so well, Miss-?"
He could imagine many, many things that she could do well, with just the barest of instruction.
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“I am sorry, how wery rude of me. I am Ensign Pasha Andreyevich Chekov. It is nice to meet you Mr…?” The girl trailed off glancing at him inquisitively. It seemed that Tina knew some interesting people after all.
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She was a navigator. Fascinating. And...counterpart? "Your gender was switched due to a replicator accident, am I correct, Ensign Chekov?" Roger recalled, with his perfect memory. He'd taken notes on his/her case with great interest.
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Roger‘s next question took her somewhat by surprise. “Da, this is correct.” Pasha confirmed with a raised eyebrow. Well it was a novel experience not to have to explain it for once. She had finally stopped playing with her orange and began to unpeel it in one long curl of skin.
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"Molecular anthropologists spend all their time looking at microscopes. I prefer to study people, and what they leave behind. If you don't mind me asking, Ensign," he began, leaning forward, "did you notice any significant differences in the universe you came from and the one you are currently in now?"
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Pausing she tried to think of a way to phrase her thoughts delicately “Howewer, in comparison to my uniwerse, vhile the people are the same some of their relationships and characteristics are minutely different.”
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