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[i_candozat]

When you throw together groups of people--no matter what the year or advancements made from the past conditions of the (primarily) human race--that have what are perceived to be irreconcilable differences, problems will eventually happen. It's been a few days on the other side of the door for one teenaged Pavel Chekov, going relatively smoothly as

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[and_far_away]

Sharpe knows a uniform when he sees one, even partly removed, as well as a young officer. He glances the boy over with sympathetic amusement.

"Hope you gave as good as you got."

[and_far_away]

"Water for the lad, and my usual." He turns away from the waitrat, eyebrows raised. "Starfleet? Spaceships?"

[i_candozat]

"Yes," he smiles. "You know of it?"

[and_far_away]

"Not a lot, but I've met a few from times like yours. It's well in the future, for me."

[i_candozat]

"Oh...if I may ask, vhat year is it for you, sir?"

[and_far_away]

"1817", Sharpe says frankly. "We've not even those automobiles, yet."

[i_candozat]

Pavel blinks. "Oh." He isn't sure if he should say anything else. "Vhat is your rank? If I my ask."

[and_far_away]

"Lt. Colonel", Sharpe tells him freely. "Retired. There's folk from all times and places here, if you've not discovered that for yourself yet."

[i_candozat]

"I hawe, sir. Is strange, to know so many people not from my own...place," he decides. "I like ze opportunity."

[and_far_away]

"Best way to look at it", he agrees. "So much to be learned, and places to visit."

[i_candozat]

He nods, not having found the words to really encompass how that is for him. "I do not know much of ze Army from 1817," he says. "Vhere are you from?"

[and_far_away]

"Born in Yorkshire, went to London when I was young, and now I live in France." He grins. "And you'd be Russian?"

[i_candozat]

He nods once, and studies Sharpe for a moment with a stare that can be creepy given the right mood, so determined and focused that he's nearly looking through you, or enough at you to take you apart block by block until he understands how things work.

"But you hawe been more places zan ze three, yes?"

[and_far_away]

"Oh, aye. India, when I was only a little older than you, then later it was Spain and Portugal."

[i_candozat]

He's putting the places with dates--his mind works fast--and nodding to himself at how they match up. "Ze odds of liwing through injuries zen vas abysmal," he says unabashedly. "You must hawe been qvick to dodge."

Quicker than Pavel was today.

[and_far_away]

Sharpe laughs. "Depends on the injuries. I've taken my share and had more luck than I had any right to."