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navpav.livejournal.com2010-08-21 04:17 pm
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001 - [voice/video]
[ There's quite a bit of muttering going on, a mix of two languages and peppered with thoughtful humming. ] A nostalgic PADD model, perhaps... Это могло быть и хуже..
[ He's playing with the journal, puzzling out its properties. The voice function cuts out briefly, made private, and then blinks back. After a silent moment, everything switches to video, and you're greeted with a view of Pavel peering down at the journal, his stylus held between his teeth. He is dressed in his gold and charcoal service uniform, Starfleet insignia shining bright on his chest. ]
Hm. [ He pulls the stylus away and the video blurs as he holds the journal up, clearing his throat before continuing. His English is heavily accented, and he seems to have particular trouble with pronouncing his v's and w's. ]
If anyone is receiving this transmission, I am Ensign Pavel Chekov of the Federation starship Enterprise, requesting assistance. I am in no...perceivable immediate danger and have sustained no injuries, but I have been taken from my ship and left in what appears to be a primitive accommodation intended to be long term. Any information regarding my whereabouts or the location of my ship and crew would be much appreciated. I will keep this....channel open for the time being, and update my situation as changes occur.
[ He frowns at the journal, playing with it for a moment, and the video flickers out, leaving only the voice function on. ] Thank you for your time. Chekov out. [ He doesn't speak any further, but it's clear that he's still there from the sound of him moving about the room, examining things and getting his bearings in his new surroundings. ]
[ He's playing with the journal, puzzling out its properties. The voice function cuts out briefly, made private, and then blinks back. After a silent moment, everything switches to video, and you're greeted with a view of Pavel peering down at the journal, his stylus held between his teeth. He is dressed in his gold and charcoal service uniform, Starfleet insignia shining bright on his chest. ]
Hm. [ He pulls the stylus away and the video blurs as he holds the journal up, clearing his throat before continuing. His English is heavily accented, and he seems to have particular trouble with pronouncing his v's and w's. ]
If anyone is receiving this transmission, I am Ensign Pavel Chekov of the Federation starship Enterprise, requesting assistance. I am in no...perceivable immediate danger and have sustained no injuries, but I have been taken from my ship and left in what appears to be a primitive accommodation intended to be long term. Any information regarding my whereabouts or the location of my ship and crew would be much appreciated. I will keep this....channel open for the time being, and update my situation as changes occur.
[ He frowns at the journal, playing with it for a moment, and the video flickers out, leaving only the voice function on. ] Thank you for your time. Chekov out. [ He doesn't speak any further, but it's clear that he's still there from the sound of him moving about the room, examining things and getting his bearings in his new surroundings. ]