Chapter 4
"Ptew, ptew, I got the aliens Mr Spock! Come on, we need to save the princess!"
Spock jumped after the young boy and followed close behind, dodging imaginary phaser fire before coming up short at the small boy in front of him. Spock didn't know who he was, but he looked younger than Jim, probably in kindergarten.
"Vat are zu doing?" he asked, the English coming as forced and rehearsed, his adorable face a mask of concentration.
"We're playing starships!" Jim announced, running over. "And we're rescuing a princess. I'm Jim and that's Spock. Who're you?"
"My name is Pavel Chekov." Pavel answered, the English still coming hard. "I am from very wig contry called Wussia."
"What's Wussia?" Jim wondered.
"You don't know Wussia?" Pavel asked agast.
"I am very familiar with Russia, though I have never been." Spock assured the small boy.
"Good. Everyone should know about Wussia! I just came fwom there. I'm new."
Jim giggled to himself at the cute boy's accent. "You wanna play with us Pavel? You can't be in charge cause we took care a that already, but you can point which way to go! That's important!"
"Weally?" Pavel asked.
"Really really! Spock, what's the wheretogoer called?"
"Navigator."
"All right, you're naminator!"
"Navigator."
"Navigator!"
Pavel grinned, and soon there were 3 little boys running around with imaginary phasers, striking down any vile aliens who dared raise hand against them.
