Commander Pavel Chekov

Vell, at least I still have my hair!

Vhat a nightmare!

And the Klingon bastards still destroyed her and killed Keptin Kirk!

And the best ship in the whole damn fleet right now!

A vonderful sense of humour and preferably knows first aid...

Both, but sadly lately I've been a fighter above ewerything else...

Far too much wodka...

A show on the pitfalls of being second in command, sprinkled vith some great history of Russia!

Russian Epic.

A nice cabin on the shores of Lake Armstrong on Luna.

About a sewen...

I vould recite Russian poetry!

He vas a great keptin...

No problem, ve vill be leawing in an hour, good day...

*and with that he moved of to talk with Janice*

You're wery velcome, enjoy you're time together...Now if you vill excuse me, I must finish preparing the ship for departure...Good day, Chief, Doctor...

Vell, that is an interesting coincidence and you are alvays velcome here, Dr. Marcus. I'm sure I can conwince Hikaru to allow it.

Ah, Dr. Marcus, it is vonderful to see you again...how exactly did you and Chief DiFalco meet?

Yes, may I have this honour?

*he held out his arm like a gentleman*

Maintain standard patrol course, Lieutenant...Ensign Tuvok, begin scanning vith long range sensors!

Right, vell, ve had better board now...

I hope you are right, thank you Janice...Border patrol....that ship deserves to explore! Not patrol the border...

Yes, ve've all seen more than enough blood, me and Hikaru especially during the attack on Praxis...my god, how vill ve ewer atone for vhat ve did...?

*he looked out the spacedock window with a solemn expression on his face*

Vonderful! My first assignment and its border patrol...

No, I have not just yet...