He had lost badly that much he was ready to admit but he was proud to say he fought back even managing to land a few of his own hits. It was however an unfair matchup with Khan using all of his strength against Chekov, stopping just short of causing permanent damage.
Slowly he pushed himself down the hallway making his way down to the stolen ships medbay, where Khan had told him to go. Chekov smiled darkly inwardly to himself there was one part of their deal Khan had to keep. It would be against his belief of augments being superior. Once the bombs were taken out Pavel swore to himself that he would tear this ship apart panel by panel. As he pushed himself along his mind started to wander back to the madness of his father. Before a solid memory could form he pushed the thoughts aside. It was a few more twists and turns before he reached the medbays doors. He glanced around cautiously as the doors slid open. There was only one occupant in the room sitting behind a desk and obviously waiting for him.
"So you're the Starfleet time bomb?"
"And your over three hundred years old, don't we make a team." Chekov said sarcasm and distaste prominent in his voice.
"Voice alteration too, I can do that while your under." The doctor said pushing himself out of the chair.
"Do anything to my voice and I'll make sure you can never perform a surgery again." Chekov ground out.
"Come now I'm just trying to raise you to perfection."
"I don't want perfection just get this bomb out of me!"
"Fine!" The Doctor said throwing his hands up dramatically before hypoing Chekov in the neck.
Chekov was out before he hit the ground. Almost immediately his mind filled with thoughts and memories of the last couple years he tried so desperately to forget. Every word, every needle came back to him with clarity he never would have expected. He remembered his father's constant lecture on the genetics war as he forced Chekov to fight. He remembered every hypo as his father put him under for yet another operation all to make Chekov like the supposed perfect genetic people from all those years ago.
The swirling memories finally focused on a single event. He was training despite the painful tugging on his stitches from the latest upgrade as his father liked to say. He could hear his father in the next room, he had been pacing in front of his desk for hours now. The curious twelve-year-old Pavel silently made his way over to the door. Inching in open just enough to hear the words his Father was angrily muttering to himself in Russian.
"Damn what am I missing? I've given him strength, I gave him endurance, I even gave him the intelligence to rival those damn Vulcan's! What am I missing?" The last words were accompanied by fists slamming against the old and well used desk. Causing Pavel to flinch and shrink away from the door for a moment. He unfurled himself and putting himself back against the crack between the door and the door frame as the muttering started up again
"Of course, of course the perfect soldier has no need for a voice." The older man said grabbing a hypo off the table before turning and throwing open the door. Pavel threw himself backwards in shock as his father looked down at him. Readying the hypo he made a grab for the boy, but Pavel acted on instinct his voice was the only thing he had left to remind himself that he was human. He lashed out his foot catching his father in the shin. He felt the bone snap beneath his shoe before he heard it, as his father fell to the floor. Pavel quickly pushed himself up and away as he took off running at full speed down hall after hall till he broke open the outside doors and was blinded by the light they hid.