The first thing that Chekov became aware of was a slight staleness of the air in the medbay. Sluggishly he raised an arm to swipe at a nearby buzzing noise. His hand hit cold metal, slowly he opened his eyes and turned to the metal that had confused him. The metal box continued to buzz at him as he followed the wires that came from it to his arms. With rising panic he began pulling the IV's out of his arms a violent shake of the ship threw him out of the biobed. Pushing himself up he went straight for the clothes locker in the chief medical officer's office. Being unable to find his Starfleet uniform caused Pavel to curse in Russian under his breath. He grabbed a pair of jeans from the locker having to poke a new hole in the belt with a pen he found under the jeans. After a few more moments of searching he found a sleeveless black sweater and some well worn black boots.
Stepping into the hallway the first thing he noticed was the red alert lights flickering uselessly, cautiously he made his way to the bridge but before he got very far he tripped over something sending him to the ground below. Looking over his shoulder he was surprised and a little concerned to see a Klingon phaser poking out of a nearby vent. Hesitantly Pavel reached toward the phaser ready to jump away the second there was any movement occurred. He gave it a hard yank the clanging of metal against metal echoed throughout the ship, he sat still as the echo faded out. It took a few more moments of silence before footsteps could be heard rushing towards him. Immediately he turned and began to run, he only got a few steps before his arm was grabbed and he was harshly pulled into a nearby hallway. On instinct alone he used the momentum and swung a fist out. His fist collided hard with the wall but it had the desired effect as the hand released him. Pavel managed to swing himself using the same momentum and avoid falling once more to the ground, as he spun he saw his enemy.
Standing only a few feet away was a Klingon dressed in full battle armour looking surprised by the Russians reaction. Suddenly Pavel felt something he hadn't felt since Starfleet had found him, an electric current seemed to run through his veins as everything slowed. Within seconds he had a plan on how to take down the Klingon quickly, quietly and with minimal injury to himself. Pushing himself forward he swung an arm up and into the Klingons upper arm hitting with enough force to break it. Without stopping he swept his leg out and into the Klingons knocking him off balance. Pavel grabbed the Falling Klingons head and with a sickening crunch the Klingons neck had been broken. As the Klingon hit the ground the ship shook once more and Chekov immediately stood straight.
"If the dampers are damaged then that was another ship dropping out of warp. "Chekov muttered to himself. He swayed side to side for a moment before taking off running to the bridge. He burst onto the bridge phaser at the ready. It was empty with consoles sparking and the view screen cracked beyond use and no sign of Khan or his crew.