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[russiainwention]

[A wild Chekov appears! He's obviously expecting to be somewhere else, though, because when he unfreezes from the beaming position, he glances around in shock before promptly..... swearing up a storm.]

Zat ill mannered, delusional Cossack vith horrible taste in- [flips open communicator promptly]

Wery funny, Scotty. Now beam me to ze right planet

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[obsidian_tailor]

Not quite.

[russiainwention]

AH.

[Hey, give him a minute, not even Klingons had facial ridges yet in TOS.]

Vhat in ze name of-- not qvite, not qvite vhat?

[obsidian_tailor]

Is something the matter?

[russiainwention]

Vell, I am.. somevhat lost, and...

Just vhat are you?

[obsidian_tailor]

A Cardassian. What do they teach Starfleet Officers these days?