[RL: Nicholas Angel - A spaceman and a cowboy walk into a bar...]
Chekov locked the door to his bunk, leaving a message about working on the equations and that no one should disturb him. He wouldn’t be gone long, but the prospect of sneaking out was a bit daunting. He clipped a communicator to his belt and prayed no one needed his presence.
World hopping was an entirely new, entirely disorienting experience that Chekov wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat. He hoped the reading he’d gotten from this trip would hurry along his work with the transporters. If not, well it was something to remember at the very least. Now the trick was figuring out where he was.
World hopping was an entirely new, entirely disorienting experience that Chekov wasn’t sure he wanted to repeat. He hoped the reading he’d gotten from this trip would hurry along his work with the transporters. If not, well it was something to remember at the very least. Now the trick was figuring out where he was.