Control is not convinced,

But the computer,

Has the evidence

Ensign Pavel Chekov turned around after hearing his Captain tell them to "Get it over with." He couldn't agree more. He was uneasy about co-operating with enemies of the Federation. Especially enemies with allies.

He was especially apprehensive about this mission as he had been chosen to be a member of the small away team that would deliver the vaccine and retrieve the weapons schematics. Needless to say: he was not looking forward to it.

Generally, when an away mission was involved, Pavel Chekov enjoyed the prospect of investigating the unknown. But this was one unknown he knew he didn't want to know; regardless of that knowledge being useful later on for the future of the Federation.

Chekov checked and rechecked his computer terminal making sure that everything was in order. He wanted to make sure that they could get of Camarshian territory quickly should a threat arise during the mission.

Every time he looked through the computer he was met with the same conclusion: everything was in perfect working order. He was glad for that. Any small amount of reassurance at this point was good.

He looked sideways at his best friend, Hikaru Sulu. The other man smiled back.

"Don't worry about it, man. They want what we've got worse than we want what they've got." Sulu tried to reassure his friend. Obviously Chekov looked slightly more unnerved than he thought he did.

"I hope you are right, friend." Chekov responded shaking his head with nerves. "I really, really do."

He went back to the computer and checked the systems over again and then twice more.

Sulu sighed next to him and put a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Dude." Chekov looked up at him. "Nothing about the ships status will change if you keep looking. Just, try to calm down."

"I don't know how." Chekov replied, running a shaky hand through his light brown curls.

"Just, breathe, or something. The Commander'll be there, anyway. He can strike fear into the hearts of even the most stubborn men when he puts his mind to it." Sulu tried to reassure the nervy young Ensign.

Chekov stopped shaking for a split second and looked up at Sulu and said with unconcealed sarcasm: "How poetic."

Sulu shrugged taking his hand back. "I try." He grinned and went back to prepping the ship for warp.

Chekov smirked and decided to double check the course that he had laid out for Camarshia VI, the only thing had only checked once. As usual: all was well.