[It was supposed to be a standard away mission. Safe, even, because, as the ship's baby, Chekov isn't allowed to go anywhere remotely dangerous (except for engineering). Just a run of the mill mapping expedition, unremarkable in all ways.
Except Chekov finds himself alone, Sulu and the two redshirts they were to beam down with nowhere to be seen. The snow is a bit of a surprise, too, since Tau Ceti III is supposed to have a tropical climate. The ensign immediately tries to hail the ship, but is met with nothing but static. He adjusts the frequencies multiple times with no luck before his hands go too numb to fiddle with the communicator.
It would be ironic if he froze to death. He's Russian, after all.
Not one to sit idly by and freeze, Chekov starts walking, looking for wood that's dry enough to serve as kindling. Or civilization. That would be nice, too.]
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Except Chekov finds himself alone, Sulu and the two redshirts they were to beam down with nowhere to be seen. The snow is a bit of a surprise, too, since Tau Ceti III is supposed to have a tropical climate. The ensign immediately tries to hail the ship, but is met with nothing but static. He adjusts the frequencies multiple times with no luck before his hands go too numb to fiddle with the communicator.
It would be ironic if he froze to death. He's Russian, after all.
Not one to sit idly by and freeze, Chekov starts walking, looking for wood that's dry enough to serve as kindling. Or civilization. That would be nice, too.]