один || voice

[thatdarnedv]

[An exasperated sigh, a few footsteps here and there, then finally a voice. Thick Russian accent was a go.]

Enterprise, zhis is Ensign Chekov, Pavel Andreievich. I appear to hawe been... misplaced and request that I be beamed back aboard immediately.

[A pause.]

...Enterprise, do you read me?

[When there was no answer, he looked at his communicator only

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[voice, German/English] Late, whatever. Let's see if he can get this one on his side.

[regionseizer]

[ So, that Russian accent? Have some German. He can actually say v. (Just don't ask for w. He still needs a little practice with those. Not that he plans to practice any time soon.) ]

Verfluchte Kommunisten.

[ Sorry, Ensign, you may be Starfleet, but he's still from 1935, where all the Russian's are commies. And commies burned down his Reichstag.

Have some encroachment on your chain of command. And another reason for Kirk to hate him. ]

Ensign.

[Voice] ffff, good luck.

[thatdarnedv]

[An unfamiliar voice. Thankfully for you, Gil, he doesn't understand much German. But he does have a bad feeling about this.]

Yes, sir?