On his off time Pavel Chekov like to help out on the ship, he solved the unsolvable mathematical equations of this century and ones in the past. He liked to do base eight math, high level zeno-quantum trigonometry, physics, and advanced Vulcan mathematics for fun. It was this sharply attuned mind that had made him the youngest cadet to ever attend the Academy; they had to specialty make a uniform because at first they never had to have a kid size before, at the start he had just worn a red sweater and pants he had purchased the first day in the city. Since then he easily climbed the ranks over his fellow cadets; that earned him a lot of resentment, and he had few friends. Spock had been impressed by the young man who intelligence rivaled his; he made sure the youth would be assigned to whatever vessel he served on, logic dictated that no one, but this whiz-kid, could handle his instruments on the same level as him.
Currently Chekov was heading to engineering; he was going to spend several hours shadowing Montgomery Scott Chief Engineer, the two could talk math and equations for hours. Everyone else was lost in the loud conversations that featured a heavy Scots brogue as well as the Russian accent. The two of them were going to work to make the complex warp engines run at a higher quality, as well as make the transporter able to work no matter what the planet, weather, or situation; soon the Enterprise would have no equivalent in the entire galaxy. The young Russian was moving through the halls plugging in equations onto his PADD this new calculation he was working on was for Commander Spock and the science station; it would fine tune the sensors to pick up more than just rudimentary life signatures. It would compare the data collected to the vast data base and pin point with 99.9% accuracy the species on the planet or its equivalent; it would save away teams from potential attacks, or other forms of bodily harm. He was engrossed but still avoiding the corridor traffic with ease and grace; the Starfleet uniforms were not formfitting, so looking at the teenager first impressions was he was just slight, scrawny, and not much for strength. What no one knew what they Pavel Chekov was a runner; he woke early and worked out in the gym running long distances, he also participated in triathlons when he could. He was lean, toned, and fit, but not overly muscle bound. He also enjoyed playing soccer; his prowess in everything mathematical made for pretty accurate strikes on goal. He still faced discontent from the other officers and cadets who felt because they were older that they should have been given his spot on the bridge. Early on in his life at the academy he learned to move without really having to look where he was going, so he could avoid eye contact with those trying to give him the evil eye.