If anyone speaks Russian (I don't really trust online translators) would they be willing to translate the parts that are spoken in parenthesis?


"Papa! Papa!"

Seven year old Pavel Andreievich Chekov was lost. Actually, he wasn't lost; it was his father who was lost. Pavel had been reading a book-PADD while his father talked to an officer friend; but when Pavel had looked up; his father and the friend were gone! Now, close to tears, Pavel ran through the halls of the Space Station, searching for his missing father.

"(Have you seen my father?);" he asked an Ensign in Russian.

"What?" the Ensign replied.

Pavel just shook his head, and ran off to ask someone else.

"What'd that kid say?" someone asked.

"I don't know, sounded Russian;" the Ensign answered. "We should call Security. A kid shouldn't be running around a working Space Station."

"Papa! Papa!" Out of breath, Pavel fell against a wall. Tears began to fall down his face. Where was his Papa?

Pavel's family had traveled to Mars to attend a wedding of a very close family friend. The wedding had been wonderful, even though Pavel had to wear a little tuxedo. After the wedding, Pavel's mother and sister returned to Earth, and Pavel and his father followed a few days later.

Pavel began to run again. "(Papa! Where are you Papa! Where-)"

"(Stop!)"

Someone grabbed Pavel's arm, causing him to swing around. He looked up at the stern, dark haired woman who held his arm firmly, and wouldn't let go.

"(I can't find my Papa!)" Pavel sobbed.

"(Calm down. Do you speak Standard?);" the woman asked.

Pavel stopped crying and nodded. "A little."

"Good. Do you have a name?"

"Pavel Andreievich Chekov."

"Good. Where is your father, Pavel?"

"I don't know!" Pavel began to cry again. "I can't find him, he lost!"

"Oh dear;" the woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "Come with me, I'll take you to Security."

She led the crying boy down the hall, shooting hard looks at anyone who might get the wrong idea. She had a reputation of being tough, and helping this boy wasn't helping that reputation.

Finally, they made it to Security. She took Pavel into the Security Chief's office.

"I found this kid running around in the halls on Deck 5;" the woman said, pushing Pavel in front of her. "He was looking for his father."

"Yah yes, I received a report about that a few minutes ago;" the Security Chief nodded. "His father should be here for him once we locate him. Thank you for bringing the boy in, Lieutenant."

The Lieutenant shrugged. "I couldn't have him running around yelling in Russian, could I? Now if you don't mind, I have to get back…"

"Actually, I do mind;" the Chief said. "I have a department meeting I have to go to. I know you're not part of the Station crew, but would you mind waiting with the boy?"

"My name Pavel Andreievich Chekov!" Pavel Andreievich Chekov cried. "Not 'The Boy'."

"Yes, of course, sorry Pavel;" the Chief apologized. "Would you, Lieutenant? His father will only be a few minutes. I don't exactly trust the… Pavel here in my office on his own."

"Fine;" the Lieutenant huffed. "I'll stay with him."

The Security Chief laughed. "Thanks!" He left Pavel and the Lieutenant standing in his office.

"Where my Papa?" Pavel asked.

"He's coming;" the Lieutenant replied. "Pavel, where are you from? (Where are you from?)"

"(Outside Moscow, in Russia!)" Pavel said proudly. His eyes were still wet and red from crying, but he was feeling better now. "(How do you know how to speak Russian?)"

"(My friend at the Academy was Russian);" the Lieutenant said. "(She taught me.)"

Pavel nodded, and drifted towards the window. "(Academy, Starfleet Academy?)"

"(Yes.)"

"(I want to go to Starfleet Academy);" Pavel said. "(Someday I will be on a Starship… just like that one!)"

He pointed at a large ship drifting through space. The Lieutenant smiled. "That is the ship I serve on;" she said in Standard, not sure how to say it in Russian.

"What is her name?" Pavel cried happily.

The ship was turned so he couldn't read the name on the front.

"Her name is the USS Enterprise;" the Lieutenant replied.

Pavel's eyes turned into saucers. "Enterprise? I have heard of Enterprise! You work on her?"

"Yes, I am the First Officer."

"Whoa!"

The Lieutenant couldn't help but smile at the boy's amazement.

"(Someday, I want to be on the Enterprise);" Pavel said.

"(Work hard, and you will);" she replied. Pavel grinned.

Suddenly the door opened, and a middle-aged man rushed in. "Pavel!"

Pavel's face lit up even more. "Papa!" he cried, and ran into the man's open arms.


The Lieutenant is Number One, for those of you who didn't figure it out. For some reason she is a Lieutenant, so by time I was done with this Chapter, I could spell Lieutenant without spell check (I normally can't spell). Not sure if this is the end, I might have an idea for a continuation of this. We will see!