PEACEKEEPER // PAVEL CHEKOV [FIN.]

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Name: i can do zat
Age: 17
Gender: Male
District/Area: The Capitol
Appearance:

Personality:

Sweet, kind and caring Chekov is the very definition of innocence. Naive in so many aspects about the fundamentals of love he prefers to allow his skills and knowledge to fall in the hands of books. When it comes to books it is love. Or, well, at least the closest thing he could possibly fathom to what love might ever feel like. His intelligence and ability to solve problems quickly are the skills he values the most. It is hard to predict where he is going to be next, young and full of life Chekov is capable and will always run around the ship, trying new things and seeking new sources of entertainment to expand on his knowledge. He prides himself on his skill, and his desperation to prove himself often will lead to over excitement. Although easily out off if he makes mistakes it takes little more then a few seconds for him to rebound back with more enthusiasm then other.

idk i'm just imagining this little bundle of excitement racing here and there, trying to see it all and do it all. And then stopping red faced in front of kirk or spoke, his eyes round with joy and passion before going off on a tangent that no one understand, because of his speech. But in the end everyone nods because the enthusiasm and excitement is just contagious and then he is is off again.

History:

Chekov is respectfully the youngest member of The Enterprise at just seventeen years of age. He is an extraordinarily capable young man, almost Spock's equal in some areas. An honor graduate of the Star Fleet Academy. Chekov also substitutes for Mr. Spock at the science officer station when necessary. He has a slight speech impediment, sometimes making it hard for people to understand him. He's naive in a few aspects of his life, never having kissed a girl because his nose has always been stuffed in a book. He is desperate to prove himself and can often be seen flying off to random areas of the ship, just doing things.

Codeword: odair
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P A V E L C H E K O V

CLASSIFIED: PAVEL CATHAL CHEKOV

NAME: Pavel Chekov
DATE: September 9th, 65th Hunger Games
AGE: 17 years old
WEIGHT: 75 kilograms
HEIGHT: 185cm
EYE COLOUR: Brown
HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown
DIAGNOSIS: As healthy as ever, although still a wimp.
MEDICATION (if any): None.
FAMILY: Mother, and father.
OCCUPATION: Navigator.

This is the journal for Pavel Cathal Chekov. This is a writing area he will use to record all new events he goes through, he will record anything that happens out of the ordinary. Once a month it will be collected and given to other officer's so that they might learn something from the things this young man has discovered. He is, after all, one of the brightest, most talented people we have ever taught. The first one to ever graduate at his age. And although he is capable of being a fully qualified peacekeeper he has not quite meet the age requirements. We have, however, been lenient and have instead allowed him to work under none other then Captain James Kirk. Hopefully within a year or so we will be able to give him his full qualifications, hut until then this journal shall be used for him to record everything he learns. It will aid is in out fight to get him qualified as soon as possible.

It is imperative that you give these exact instructions to him. Any misuse of this diary could halt is advancement in the ranks of the Peacekeeper's. WE are leaving this to you to give to him, Captain Kirk.

-- Mr Altair Ilium.

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Dear handsome Chekov,

Today Captain Kirk gave me this journal thingy. I'm really not sure if I am doing this right. Do I greet myself with each new entry? Or do I just spill all my thoughts onto the paper in a jumbled mess just as they lay in my mind? The Captain handed it to me and said write in it everyday before walking away with a sly grin. They were the only instructions he gave me. I think maybe if I had half the brains they were all sure I had I would have asked more questions -- or well, you know, figured it out, but I'm stuck, kind of like that wart on the underside of my foot. Bones says he can get rid of it, but then he says he has to freeze it and apparently the pain will last for like thirty hours and I am not ready for that kind of commitment. It is like how my mama use to always say if you don't aren't willing to give up your books for more then a day in your life don't you dare chase after that girl. You'll end up breaking her heart because you'll fall in love with that book quicker then you will with her eyes. I guess she was right in that sense.

I've always loved books more then I have girl's-- Stop.

Come on, Chekov, get a grip. This journal is for your adventures, like yesterday when I went into the engineering office and I was fixing the programs, but then I found that cricket and I just had to show Captain, the Captain took him and said he'd let him go back outside when we landed. No. I'm doing it again. My apologies, book. Anyway, so the Captain handed me this journal yesterday with a grin that said he wanted to say more, but he really didn't because he knew that if he did he would spoil some plot he had going. And I really know I should questions those kind of looks, but I just get so excited.

I'm sure the grin that he through my way was a form of some warning of some kind, but I ignored it. Mama always did say I should learn to trust my instinct, maybe then I wouldn't have lost two toes. I'd never had a journal before and the prospect of filling it with a thousand different ideas, memories and stories was enough for my excitement to outweigh the nerves that boiled in my stomach.

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Dear me, I still don't know if I am doing this right.

I went for a walk today. Well hardly a walk it was more of a run. I went from the command bridge to the engineers room all the way to sleep quarters. I just kept finding new things to do! In the command bridge I fixed a few panels, helped fly the ship and then I got bored, I was then off and in the sleeping quarters. I tried taking a nap in my bed, the material is extremely soft, something that has me asleep and snoring within moments. It wasn't helpful, though. It felt too stuffy so instead I decided to play around with the cooling system, but by the end I set my shirt on fire. Not to worry, though. I fixed it all up. By the time I was gone the room was heading down to a nice and cool fifteen degrees. Brilliant.

I ran into Bones on my way to the engineering room. He stopped and asked me about the wart. I told him it was fabulous (I lied, though it hurts sometimes, a little bit of pain here and there, but it is more annoying then anything) he snorted and reminded me that the freezing treatment would get rid of it in 30 days. Like I was going to do that! We parted ways smiling -- well I was smiling, he scowled with a "dammit boy" before mumbling about throwing someone over the edge of a cliff and seeing if it would hurt their brain less. I'm really not sure.

And so I ran to the engineering area. And dear Ripred the equipment, I felt like a child in a candy store. Playing with the switches was remarkable, I think I broke one of the machines that we use to blow things up (it makes the things go boom boom), but don't you worry I fixed it in no time. Well at least I'm pretty sure I did. After all I had made a few in training, but seriously the last time I mended one I almost got myself killed. But I'm sure the little red flashing light meant it was de-activated. Well if it didn't work we'll know within the next two hours when it begins its self-destruction countdown sequence.

Haha.

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NO TIME FOR PLEASANTRIES

I'M SORRY.

I MADE A MISTAKE.

THE RED LIGHT MEANT BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN.

EVERYONE IS IN CHAOS TRYING TO STOP THE THING FROM KILLING US ALL.

I DON'T WANT TO TELL ANYONE IT IS MY FAULT.

IF WE ALL DIE IT'LL BE MY FAULT.

I'M SORRY KEPTAIN. I'M SORRY.

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You can all stop worrying.

It is all good. They managed to deactivate it. No one died, no one was blown up into a trillion different pieces, everyone is alive and well. And I told the Captain today that it was all my fault. It was an endless rant of my apologies and my deepest regrets and how sorry I was. By the time I had started speaking until the very end the Captain just stared at me, nodding his head ever so sightly. There was just this look of confusion on his face the whole time, though, as though he wanted to just hold up his hands and tell me to slow down and breathe, but he also didn't want to interrupt me. I was ever grateful that he decided not to, I mean I know my slurred speech because of my anxiety makes all my words go funny. Sometimes to words get smooshed together and other times words don't even makes sense. And then there are those times where I speak so fast no one can understand a word I say.

I was ever so grateful when he just said 'very well' before telling me to go back to my duties, through-out my entire ramble he just kept throwing looks at . I'm not sure if he forgives me. Bones and him and Spock talked after that. I saw the Captain laughing and I'm still confused. I'm hurting a bit as well.

Maybe it is just the wart. I'll talk to Bones about it tomorrow.

... Maybe.

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Today Captain told me the proper use of this diary. He kind of shot me down with it, and he laughed a lot when he read what I had put inhere. He grew a bit serious and almost annoyed when he got to the part where I almost blew up the ship. But then he kind of smirked and then he laughed some more.

He explained to me that I am supposed to record everything I go through. That I need to use language that equals the skill and talent I have. That I must record everything I witness and all the new discoveries I make. Apparently this journal is going to be my entrance into the PK force, the quick way in. After all I am still in training, I'm not properly qualified. I'm far too young and inexperienced. Basically I;m on this ship as an intern and a navigator. But the Captain says I am more then that, he says I am so incredibly smart and talented that I am there to help them with everything they could possibly need help with. He says that I am his source of amusement as well as something like a brother. Mama would be pleased to hear that. And so today I ripped out every page in the journal and I tucked them under my pillow. They maybe not be what the assessors are looking for, but they were my first entries in a journal that told the world about part of my life.

I don't mind though. I don't mind at all. I guess it is all apart of growing up, you know? Making changes to those in-explainable things that make you you. And most people think that is a bad thing, but in the end it just improves those little bits and you always come out on top. The Captain is a man who has faced these kinds of things, and I think when it comes to leadership, bravery and command he has it all.

Not a bad choice, I have made, to make him my role model.

Now, I think I finally have succumb to the need that to be brave I must first remove that wart from my foot. I can handle 3 hours of pain.

I'll read a book, is what I'll do. After all, I seem to fall in love with them easier then anything else. Love always takes pain away.

-- Chekov

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He is done.

And a thing I must explain.

He isn't a Peacekeeper, but he is, he is more of a trainee, being given a special part to play. Because of his high intelligence he has been able to work on the ship to learn with the Captain. He will not become a fully qualified PK until he is like 20, but he is basically a PK-in-training-with-more-status-then-a-normal-PK-in-training, ja feel?

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