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Since coming onto the ship there had been many things that had captured the young navigator's attention ranging from his Captain being there and an older version of Spock to the various tech stuffs that were throughout the ship. Needless to say he hadn't even made it to the city that was within the ship yet either having found his calling being in the upper level so far. These areas mostly included the labs and the library.

But presently he found himself sitting in the Observation Deck with his PADD in hand working rather intently on some project or another he had managed to pick up in his few adventures about the ship. With stylus pen in hand he navigated through the screens sometimes stopping to scribble something down or move a file elsewhere. Pavel hoped down the road he would be able to take a look at one of the devices that Billy had told him about- the ones that were like the PADDs. If he could figure out a way to help upgrade them..

"Ah.." the youth said as he dropped the pen to the table and rubbed at his eyes. "Zhis is going to zake a vhile.." Eye strain much, Chekov?

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Ax exited the Hub as quickly as possible. He deeply disliked the transport tubes -- the ones on the Andalite dome ship had been transparent, but the opacity of these ones made it very hard to control his claustrophobia. At least there were windows here in the Observation Deck.

Noting the presence of a member of the crew he was unfamiliar with, he inclined his head in greeting.

< Hello. >

Kirk had been merely passing through, but he paused when he spotted a familiar (if somewhat younger) face. His face brightened in a grin and he walked over, giving the young man a clap on the back, "Mr. Chekov! I'd heard you'd come aboard. How are you finding yourself?"

[ooc: Sorry for the delay! Back from vacation!]

Pavel turned his head a little toward the voice that spoke to him, still rubbing at his eyes in a tired sort of fashion. He only blinked once at Ax before offering him a wide smile. There were many different races that were part of the Federation but none quite so much like Ax that Chekov could remember.

"Oh! Hello!" the youth replied in greeting.

Oh Pavel jumped at that. He had been rubbing at his eyes with tired hands when the clap on the back had been given causing him to jump a few good inches from the chair. The voice wasn't familiar to him but somehow the man knew him.

When his hands had stopped flailing enough he looked up at the older man with a puzzled face. There were only slight similarities between his Captain and the man infront of him. Eyes were different, age was between the two men, but it was the same personality. That was the major reason that Pavel's face lit up like a Christmas Tree as he hurried to stand. "Ah! Kaptain! Vell.. I assume zhat I can still call you Kaptain?" Because of the whole alternate universe thing.

"I am finding zhat myself is not much of liking zee food or zee living suits, but it is somezhing zhat I can handle. No doubt zhis could be considered, ah, extended zraining?"

Ax sketched a little bow in greeting.

< I don't believe we've been introduced yet, > he said. < My name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill. > It was so strange to be able to introduce himself to the people he happened to come across by his own name rather than an assumed one. < I am also accustomed to 'Ax'. >