Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.


[ooc: read before tagging, plz]

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[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

Nope. Sorry, Chekov, but Jim's gonna be calling you 'kid' for a while now. At any rate, he couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's description of these 'Klingons.' "Well, I'll be sure to keep an eye out for 'em, dark alleys or not."

"I tried it. I've had worse, though it's up there." Raynor leaned back in his chair, shrugging. "But lemme ask you this, son: When you gonna eat it? Doesn't look like there's a restaurant around here, so this might be all you've got. You gotta start sometime; might as well be now. If what the ship says is true, we're gonna be sent on missions pretty soon, and I don't think you wanna end up on one of those with an empty stomach."

[veinwentedzat.livejournal.com]

"I do missions already," the youth said with a smirk, eying the tray with slight hatred. It was horrid, horrid stuff sitting there on that tray. He would eat it if ordered to but for now, no.

Son or not Chekov snorted a little. McCoy called him that. A lot.

"I vould rather be doing them on my assigned wessel than on some.. ship zhat is not zee Enterprise," He finished with a few frustrated words in Russian, but finding it was doing no good, sighed. "Zee ship is not Romulan or Klingon. Not even Wulcan. I do not zhink zhat zee Federation has anything like it in its databanks."

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

The kid was doing missions already? He didn't look like the type who'd seen a real firefight, but hell, why not give him the benefit of the doubt? "Do you, now. Well, then."

Well, that was certainly interesting. He seemed familiar with ships, even if the names he listed off were totally alien to Raynor's world. Fancy that. "Ain't Terran, Protoss, or even Zerg either - looks like we're both fish outta water here." He shook his head. "And believe me, kid, I know how you feel. Don't feel right, bein' here - I'd rather be back on the Hyperion."

He nodded in the youth's direction. "The Enterprise your ship? What's your name, son?"

[veinwentedzat.livejournal.com]

"I do not know of zee Protoss or of zee Zerg," Pavel admitted, a hint of curiosity to his voice. "Are zhey not part of zee Federation?" There were many, many more races out there that hadn't been discovered yet. It was what they did- part of the mission statement of Starfleet.

When the man asked his last set of questions a small little smile slid across his face. "Ensign Pavel Chekov, sir. Zee Enterprise is zee ship I have been stationed on, yes. Designation NCC-1701."

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

"Well now, I ain't ever heard of the Federation, so I guess that makes us even." Raynor chuckled. "Can't ever see the Zerg bein' a part of something like that, neither. The Protoss, maybe ... but not the Zerg."

The older man held out a hand to the Ensign. "Pleasure to meet you, son. I'm sure you do your shipmates proud." He nodded. "Jim Raynor, captain of the Hyperion."