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kitkatsudon · 11 months

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A brief foray into the military ranks of TKEM characters…

It’s no secret that our favourite boys from the Kingdom of Corea have a history in the military - but apart from Gon being bottom of his class in the Naval Academy (as confirmed by Choi Gitae in Ep4), what else do we know? As with every tiny detail that sparks my interest in this show, I took it upon myself to find out, and gave myself a headache in the process. Let’s have a look, shall we?

Lee Jihun:

I’m starting with him because he’s the only one I could find a concrete answer for, thanks to him being from a universe very similar to ours. Though we only see him very briefly in Ep16, from that short scene we can glean a little bit of information about what he was doing:

To find his rank, one needs only to look at his epaulettes. You can see that his are black, with three gold stripes: two thick ones, with a thin stripe in the middle. This identifies his rank as follows:

He’s a Soryeong, which is the equivalent rank to a Lieutenant Commander.

However, what I find perhaps more interesting for Jihun is this badge he’s wearing:

Though it’s blurry when you zoom in, I’m pretty sure it’s this one:

You heard it here first, folks. Lee Jihun is a Navy SEAL. They didn’t have to include this detail - you’d probably have to be quite familiar with the military to recognise it straight away, and I doubt that even most Korean fans would be able to recognise it, because I can tell you for a fact that I wouldn’t be able to recognise the equivalent for my own country. Someone on the production team decided this, and I want to give them a big kiss on the mouth, because now it’s confirmed that the sweet little Jihun we saw grew up to be totally badass after his abusive father passed away. I sincerely hope that it was a good life that led him to joining this branch of the military, and not some combination of horrible factors that pushed him into joining one of the most intense and dangerous branches… hm. I’m not going to dwell on that, actually. You can all make your own conclusions here.

Now… to the Kingdom. *sigh.* This is where things start to get more vague and confusing. I’m going to start with ranks first, and then go onto what they were doing as one big section because, spoiler alert, I haven’t got any sort of concrete idea.

Lee Gon:

His rank is easiest to determine, because Choi Gitae says it explicitly when they met at his father’s funeral in Ep4. I cross-referenced this with the closed-caption Korean subtitles, and everything adds up nicely: though he’s the Commander-in-Chief of all the armed forces in the Kingdom, thanks to his position as the monarch, while he was actually serving, he rose to the rank of Daewi, or Lieutenant - the highest rank of the junior officers - before leaving the navy.

Jo Yeong:

When we see Yeong in his navy uniform in Ep6, this is what we can see:

Once again, that same pattern emerges on his epaulettes of two thick stripes surrounding a thin stripe - he’s a Soryeong, a Lieutenant Commander. This means that Yeong ranked one rank higher than Gon before he left the navy, which is something that brings me quite a lot of joy.

However, something I like even more than that is Yeong’s current title, as the leader of the Royal Guard. We all know him and love him as Captain Jo, but in Korean he’s referred to as 조영 대장 - Jo Yeong Daejang. This is what Gon calls him in the iconic “Are you having fun, Captain Jo?” and you can also see that title of Daejang on his character page on the official TKEM website. On WordReference, this is what happens if I search for 대장:

Ignoring the results about other things, it doesn’t seem to mean “Captain” explicitly, it’s more like a general kind of leader title. His rank isn’t necessarily “Captain,” it’s whatever Daejang is equivalent to. So… how good is a Daejang? Looking at the South Korean armed forces, in the army, air force, and marine corps, Daejang is equivalent to General, and in the navy, Daejang is equivalent to Admiral. To put this into context a little better, the only rank in the South Korean navy higher than Daejang is Wonsu, and this rank only exists on paper and has never been given to any officer of the South Korean armed forces. To achieve this rank of Wonsu, you’re appointed from the rank of Daejang when you have “distinguished achievements.”

In conclusion: Yeong has an incredibly high rank in the armed forces, second only really to Gon himself, assuming no one from the Kingdom has ever been appointed the rank of Wonsu either. However… there’s a first time for everything, and though I’m only speculating and of course could never say anything for sure, if anyone was going to get those distinguished achievements needed to be a Wonsu, it would be our Jo Yeong Daejang.

Choi Gitae:

I’m including him briefly because I have a bone to pick with the subtitles. In English, he’s Captain Choi. In Korean, Gon refers to him as Hamjang, which, as far as I can tell, doesn’t exist in the South Korean navy of our universe. In the Korean subtitles in Ep4, he’s named as 최 소령, Choi Soryeong, and he’s just… he’s not that. Let’s take a look at some pictures:

The epaulettes on the first picture and the star badge on the second tell us that his rank should be this:

He’s a Junjang, equivalent to a Rear Admiral (lower half). Not a Captain, and not a Lieutenant Commander. As for the Hamjang/Junjang disparity, I’m going to suggest that Hamjang is the Kingdom of Corea’s equivalent to the Republic’s Junjang.

So, what was everyone doing in the navy?

The only clue we have is a badge:

This is from Yeong’s uniform, but in Ep6 Choi Gitae was wearing the same, and Gon was wearing a gold version of it. However, for the life of me, I can’t seem to figure out what it is! The design seems to be that of a ship sailing through the waters, but that just gives ✨navy✨ in a general sense. Browsing google images, I’ve noticed the same golden badge that Gon wears on other high ranking members of the South Korean navy, so maybe it signifies a high rank? Or maybe it just means that the wearer is in the navy? I don’t know! I can’t work it out! What it tells us at least is, if Yeong isn’t wearing a “specialised” badge like Jihun… it’s unlikely that he served in any kind of special forces… which I feel is a piece of information that might break some hearts in the fandom as their headcanons shatter into pieces. I’m disappointed too, because when I saw Yeong’s badge without paying attention to any of the other characters, I thought that the two shapes on the sides looked a little like submariner dolphins, so I’ve spent half a year or so thinking that’s what Yeong did in the navy, before I realised that Gon and Choi Gitae had the exact same badge.

So, if anyone has been bothered enough to read this far and also happens to be a Korean military buff, I would love you forever if you could tell me exactly what this badge means, and whether it gives us any indication of what Yeong or Gon or anyone else was doing in the navy. However, maybe it’s good that it’s unclear, because that leaves fic writers plenty of room to wonder about what Gon and Yeong were doing in the military - whether they were doing different things, strengthening their bond as best bros doing the same thing, and if you’re on the same side of this fandom as me, whether they were repressing some big feelings at seeing each other in their military uniforms, or whether they were engaging in certain activities that are maybe stereotypical of sailors cooped together on the same boat without women to spend their nights with… there’s plenty of room for interpretation :D

#my favourite thing that I’ve learnt from this is Yeong ranking higher than Gon in the navy #there’s SO MUCH POTENTIAL THERE #something else that ep6 demonstrates is that soryeong is a rank in the corean navy because yeong hands gon’s flag to someone with that rank #it was said verbally and it was consistent with his uniform #so why is soryeong consistent but not hamjang/junjang?!#ANSWER ME KIM EUNSOOK #another honourable mention is… do you guys remember the yoyo kid’s older form?#he appears in the republic to bully shinjae and he’s also on gon’s rowing team #anyway you can see him in the funeral in ep4 and he’s also a soryeong #something that’s interesting to note is that no one in uniform in ep4 is wearing that mysterious badge #not even choi gitae even though he’s wearing it in ep6 #it makes me wonder whether they added it as an afterthought #i wouldn’t be surprised #tkem #kitkat’s tkem deep dives #lee gon #jo yeong #lee jihun

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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Off the Beaten Track

For The Slumber Party Writer’s Warm-Up. I got:

Summary: Your taxi ride takes an unexpected turn (2.4k)

Character: Lee Bodecker

Warnings: noncon, past trauma, allusions to cheating.

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You drop your bag on the seat, sidling in after it and pulling the door shut. You recite your destination as you buckle your seat belt. The taxi smells of the stale air freshener dangling beneath the mirror and a hint of woodsy cologne. The drive greets you with the usual, “how are you?”

“Well, you?” Comes the typical knee jerk response. It’s not entirely true or false. Middling, you’d say, at best.

“Busy day,” he answers as he idles behind the next cab, a row of them crowding the airport lot.

“Yeah, must be around here,” you utter as you take out your phone, scrolling through you work email. A dozen missed on the plain.

“Vacation?” He asks as he leans on the gas lightly, puttering behind the slow roll.

“Not exactly,” you reply after a moment, agitated slightly. You don’t have time for a chat. Most drivers just turn up the radio and drive, “work trip.”

“Ah, one of those,” he comments.

You meet his eyes in the mirror. Vibrant. Intense. Not what you expect.

“What hotel did you say?” He drawls in his twangy accent, “sorry, so many around here.”

“The Hilltop.”

“Nice place. Probably the nicest in town.”

You nod and look back down on your phone. Your company covered travel and accommodation, you didn’t care if it was the most expensive place in the state. You weren’t going to do much more than sleep between meetings.

“How far out?” You ask as traffic remains congested.

“Rush hour, I reckon, could be an hour.”

“An hour?” You echo and open Teams. Maybe they can meet you at the hotel.

“Yeah, once we’re clear of downtown, though, should clear out.”

“Hmm,” you pick your lip and stare at your phone. Complaining won’t make him or anyone else move faster.

“So, work trip, huh? Far from home?”

You hide your frown and rest your phone against your leg, “yeah, bit out of the way.”

“How’s your husband feel about that? You travel a lot?”

You squint. You could tell him everything. Your husband is away just as much. You may as well toss the ring. As empty as your home.

“It’s work,” you say noncommittally.

“Yeah, yeah, gotta make money,” he puts on his blinker as you ignore his glance in the mirror. He sure is talkative. You’re too tired for the conversation, “sorry, ma’am, hope I’m not bothering. Drivin’ all day, guess I get a bit bored.”

“It’s fine,” your reassurance is more brusque than you intend. “Jetlag, that’s all.”

He says nothing and flips on the radio. You almost let out a sigh of relief. That’s your signal to zone out. You pick up your phone and check your messages. There’s a conference room at the hotel, you can meet there, Barber confirms. You agree and lower the screen, shutting your eyes as you clamp a yawn behind your lips.

Your flight was spent staring at a wall of text and lines in a spreadsheet. The letters and numbers are burned into your retinas. You rub your eyelids and open them, glancing around sleepily. You watch the meter climb and your eyes fall to the ID displayed beneath it; L. Bodecker. The picture is too small to make out more than the dark hair and those eyes, brilliant even in print.

“Tired?” He turns the volume down.

“A bit,” you affirm and lean your chin in your hand.

“I’ll keep this down, I don’t mind if ya nap. I’ll wake ya when we get to Hilltop.”

You look ahead, through the windshield. You can’t see much past his shoulder. You sigh. Traffic is like a wall.

“Thanks.”

You close your eyes with no intent of actually sleeping. You’ll get yourself together and go back to your emails. You have a millions things to catch up on for the conference. Another yawn crawls up your throat. Once more, you hold it back.

You sit back against the leather seat, the car moving slowly, the motion lulling you. Just another second and you’ll open your eyes. Your phone vibes with a message. You’ll answer that. One more second. Two. Three.

🚕

The soft crunch of gravel drifts into your consciousness as you slowly awaken. Fuck. You didn’t mean to fall asleep. You swallow a yawn as you open your eyes, startled at the sight of the dark sky. It’s night already. You look at the clock, 7:43pm. Shit, you’re late.

You sit up, the seatbelt straining across your front, and glance around. You don’t see much. Trees, shadows, endless bush.

“I thought you said an hour,” you breathe.

The driver scoffs and keeps his foot sunk on the pedal, steering through the narrow path. Your stomach sinks like and anvil. You undo your belt and slide forward on the seat.

“Sir, you’re supposed to take me to the hotel–”

“You ain’t got much manners, do you,” he sneers, “now you sit back, you’re gon’ hurt yourself.”

“Right, sir, I’m calling the cops.”

You feel around for your phone. It must’ve slipped as you slept. You search the seat and bend forward as you stretch your hand out onto the floor. He tuts and takes a deep breath.

“Won’t get no signal out here anyway, but it ain’t back there,” he chides, “now, you sit back.”

“Sir, what are you–”

He slams on the break and your head hits the seat, jarring your neck violently. You grunt and recoil.

“I warned ya,” he snarls as you sense him stirring around, “put this on. Now.”

He reaches back without turning. You see only a dark strip of fabric, curved at the bottom. You don’t move and he wiggles it gruffly.

“Trust me when I say, honey, you don’t want me to come back and put it on ya.”

“Sir, please, I don’t know— what do you want? You can keep my phone. I got a mac in my bag, worth 1k, even used. Take my wallet–”

“I don’t need your money,” he insists, “now take it and put it on like a good girl.”

You tremble and peer around again. The buzzing of crickets and unseen critter of night creatures surrounds the car. You can barely see the bark of the tree closest to you. You take the cloth and feel it, a string connecting it in a circle. A blindfold, you realise.

“I– I can’t see anything, why–”

“Put it on, honey,” he coaxes as he steers on, “and if you keep mouthing off, I’ll have to do something about that too.”

You swallow. You might have been a bit blunt, but you weren’t rude. You don’t understand what he’s doing or why. You lift the blindfold and slip it over your head, an unbidden whimper rising as you pull it over your eyes. The blackness is frightening.

“Sir,” your voice quavers as the tires mulch across the ground, “I’m sorry if– I said something but–”

“You northern folk all got that lip, I heard it all before,” he interrupts you, “but not all your women look so fine as you. Fine enough I can handle the sass.”

You shudder and cross your arms. You grit your teeth and still your quivering. Fucking redneck. Creep. You put your chin down and steady your breath. Men. A swell off rage underlines the dread. It’s like Mr. Hansen and his wandering hands. At least that got you a promotion.

“Now,” he draws to a stop, “I just need you to do everything I say. Can you do that for me, honey?”

You don’t speak. You exhale and grab the door, pulling the handle. It snaps back without budging. Locked. He snickers and clucks.

“Honey, honey, honey,” his fingers tap, “that’s not what I wanted you to do.”

You could sob, scream in frustration. Why was it so hard just to live? Just to do your goddamn job? If it wasn’t some perverted manager it was this southern loser.

The driver’s door opens and you peek out under the edge of the blindfold, tilting your head. You lay back and turn, pulling your feet up as he comes to the back door. You listen as he pulls the handle from the outside and you kick. He catches your ankles, your heels slipping off and he sits on the seat heavily.

He shoves your legs down and hauls you up by your elbow. He slams the door on his other side as he wraps a thick arm around your neck. He holds you close as his oaky scent tickles your nose.

“I don’t wanna rush ya too much, let’s get to know each other first,” he brings his fingers up to pet your chin, a hint of alcohol laced in his breath, “I got a wife. She’s… a whore. She fucks everyone but me.”

You frown and try to wriggle free of his grasp. He’s strong. Very strong.

“I know, hard to believe, but you know women these days. They get a few compliments online and suddenly they got no fucking morals,” he snarls as he clutches your chin tightly, “what about you, your husband fuck you?”

You bite down. No words.

“When’s the last time, hm? If I had a thing like you at home, mmm, I would…” he trails his hand down past his arm and brushes the front of your jacket, slipping beneath to grope you through your blouse, “well, I’d do everything I’m about to do.”

His tone chills you. Your veins surge with ice and you hold your breath. You hide behind the black fabric, suddenly grateful for the barrier. You can’t help the visions of Mr. Hansen’s smirk, his hand on your ass as you walk him through your reports. The solid shape of his chest under your stomach as you grunt, soles slipping on the smooth office floor.

“Come on and lay back, honey,” he leans into you as he turns you to lay on the seat. “That’s it.”

You turn your face away as he lowers himself with you. His lips meet your cheek and he grabs your jaw to turn your head straight. “Now, I’m a gentleman, so long as you’re a lady.”

He presses his lips to yours. Your insides churn as his tongue glides along your mouth, poking inside. You growl and bite down. He retracts and yelps.

“Fuck,” he hisses, “you–”

He grabs your chin again and pushes your head down against the leather. He lifts himself, his weight painfully resting on your jaw as he adjusts himself, lifting his knees around you. He sets them down between yours, crushing your legs until the part. Your skirt rides up as he shifts, rocking the car as he puffs out.

He shoves his other hand up your skirt. As he meets the front of your satin panties, you wince. He tisks as he rubs along the smooth fabric.

“Ah, you expecting me? Or someone else?”

Your chest rise as you jut your chin out. Your body vibrates. Just fucking do it.

He forces his hand under you and grasps the back of your panties. He tears them down so they stretch between your thighs and urges your legs up. He hooks his arm under your knee and raises it higher. He leans against the strained satin, keeping you splayed as he plants his hand next to your head.

He grumbles as he struggles with the front of his pants. You ball your fists and keep them at your sides. The helplessness shrinks around you, the darkness closing in on you. He huffs and pushes your skirt up to your pelvis. You suck in another breath as he taps his dick against you, his tip slapping against your cunt.

He pushes between your folds, dragging up and down, “mmm, you ready for me, honey. Your husband’s a foolish man lettin’ you run around like this–”

You shudder into a growl as he teases you with his bulbous head. He’s thick, you can already feel it. He prods you, the pressure dull in your bones as he breathes through his nose and dips into you. Your walls are tight, resistant to his intrusion as your toes curl and every muscle knots. He sniffs and thrusts, forcing another inch.

He snarls, “fuckin’ tight—” he jerks his pelvis,”loosen up a bit–” he bucks again, his thick dick sends a pang up your spine. “Just a little more–”

He slams into you and you cry out. You hit the seat with your fist as his stomach brushes against you. He’s a fat fuck. Of course his wife doesn’t want to fuck him. He ruts again and you hold back the next whine. He’s fucking big though. It fucking hurts.

He rocks into you, your feet over his shoulders as he groans. You gulp down each noise that tickles in your throat. He drones on, panting as he fucks you harder and harder.

He stops and sits back on his bent legs. He holds onto your ankles, keeping your legs in the air as he rolls his hips. He slaps against your thighs as he loses himself in a frantic motion, hammering as his voice rumbles around the taxi’s cab, louder and louder.

“Fuck, honey, this is some fine pussy,” he purrs, “and I thought all you whores was the same. Fuck.”

You grit out a growl and throw your arm up to grip the back of the seat. He buries himself to his limit and yours, over and over, until you can’t stand it. Your legs thrum with a heavy pain and your back radiates hotly. You exclaim, wailing as he unleashes his fury on you.

“Yeah,” he pounds against you as he pushes your legs higher, the back of your thighs pulling tight, “yeah, you’re fucking sweet, ain’t ya? You gonna go back to that fancy hotel and think of this— think of me splitting you like a log–”

“Shut— upp—-” you gasp out as you drape your arm over your face, “shut—ahhhhhhh.”

He falls over you again, slapping his hand against the door above your head as his rhythm grows erratic. He rests his forehead against yours and snarls loudly as he empties into you, pelvis cracking against yours as he quakes.

He rams himself as deep as he can, sliding back with a long stroke and back in. Slowing as he fucks his cum in and out of you. His load drips out of your sickeningly and you resist a gag. His stomach is flush to your as he crushes you, coming to a stop as he stays sheathed in your burning cunt.

“I hope ya don’t get into too much trouble bein’ late and all,” he taunts and wiggles his hips until you flinch, “you can tell ‘em I got a bit lost.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #one shot #but I'm open to maybe doing add ons for other characters mentioned...#navy and roo's sleepover #writer warmup

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darcyolsson · 6 months

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incredibly niche post incoming but i just saw a post on how to make your sims' needs decay slower in ts4 for easier gameplay/more time left in a day and it made me giggle a lil because the needs in ts4 decay SO slowly compared to other games. clearly you did not send your children to school hungry and nearly pissing their pants in ts2 because their hunger and bladder would go up automatically once they were there just to save time in the morning (they went into energy failure 2 times the previous day and needed the sleep)

#i booted up ts2 again a short while ago and it was insane you need to run that shit like the actual navy #not to mention ts4 sims are SO hard to kill. ts2 sims will literally just die unless you specifically tell them to go to the fridge and eat #i remember when i was a kid and i made a whole 8 person family and all of them accidentally died 😭😭😭#the sims 4 simply isnt traumatizing your kids in the same way anymore......#personal

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hummingbird-of-light · 3 months

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June of Doom 2024 Day 14 (@juneofdoom)

14. “What were you thinking?”

| Surrender | Human Shield | Outmatched |

"Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Giotto! You form Team Bravo and head east! Team Alpha, consisting of Sulu, Chapel, Chekov and myself, will head west."

Cadet Pavel Chekov listened carefully to his captain's words and quickly saluted as the man called his name and gave the order.

The USS Enterprise had been called to a rescue mission on a small Caribbean island. They were to find a kidnapped scientist who was being held captive by a group of rebels.

One team had already set off north from the coast, but had been unable to find anything. Now it was up to the remaining teams.

Chekov's heart was beating like crazy. It was his first away mission as a cadet. So far he had always stayed on board as a trainee navigator, but this time Captain Kirk had told him to come along. It filled him with incredible pride to be part of such an important mission.

"Let's go. We'll stay in radio contact. Be careful," Captain Kirk gave the final instructions before they all set off into the rainforest.

The crew members quietly made their way through the jungle. Chekov kept his eyes wide open and his ears pricked up, turning his head back and forth. He flinched a little at every sound and gripped his drawn weapon a little tighter.

"Take it easy, cadet. Caution is good, but if you tense up too much, it can quickly backfire."

Surprised, Chekov looked over his shoulder and looked into the face of Lt. Hikaru Sulu. The helmsman gave him a gentle smile and Chekov immediately blushed a little. He was extremely embarrassed that Sulu of all people had noticed how nervous he was. He admired the Asian very much and wanted to make a particularly good impression on him.

"D-da," Chekov replied in his native tongue, but quickly shook his head and corrected himself. "I-I mean aye, Lieutenant."

His colleague just patted him on the shoulder and then nodded in the direction of the captain and the medic Chapel, who were already a little further ahead of them. Chekov must have unconsciously slowed down a little. He and Sulu quickly caught up with the others again.

"Everything all right, Mr. Chekov?" Kirk cast a quick glance over his shoulder and Chekov nodded quickly.

"Aye, Captain. I'm ... just a little excited," he admitted, knowing that his superior officer had surely sensed it already. The man gave him an encouraging smile.

"I felt the same way on my first mission, Cadet. But I'm sure that feeling will subside with time."

Although Chekov could hardly imagine that the courageous, self-confident captain could ever have been as excited as he was, he was still grateful for the encouraging words.

They continued on their way in silence and all was quiet for a long time until Kirk suddenly raised a hand and brought everyone to a halt. He slowly took a few steps forward before cursing loudly.

"Fuck! Everybody take cover!" he shouted loudly and before the startled Chekov could react, Sulu had already knocked him to the ground.

A loud bang sounded and the young cadet hardly knew what hit him as smoke enveloped him and the others. He let out a few Russian curses. A smoke bomb!

The young man's ears rang from the blast. As if through absorbent cotton, he heard Kirk call for reinforcements and suddenly several shots rang out.

Chekov's breath caught and his heart literally threatened to explode as he helplessly turned his head back and forth, searching for the enemy attackers. He could barely make out anything through the smoke.

He lay prone on the ground, crawled over to the nearest tree to get up and use it for cover and finally he managed to spot something. Something that made his blood run cold.

Lt. Sulu was standing nearby, shooting at some enemies, but he didn't notice the enemy aiming at him from behind.

"Sulu!"

Chekov reacted without thinking. He rushed forward and placed himself between Sulu and the attacker like a shield while firing wildly at the bad guy.

It all happened far too quickly. Two shots hit Chekov, one in the shoulder and one in the chest, and he let out a cry of pain as he went down.

The young cadet did not know whether one of his bullets had also hit his opponent. He could only hope so.

Panting, he squeezed his eyes shut, somehow trying to block out the searing pain. It hurt so damn much!

"Chekov! Man down, man down!" Sulu's panicked voice rang out and Chekov tried to open his eyes to look at the lieutenant, but his lids were just too heavy.

He felt a whole lot of blood leaving his body, struggled against the unbearable pain, but eventually the young man lost consciousness.

It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Sulu was all right.

"Cadet Chekov, hey. Pavel."

When Chekov's eyes fluttered open, he didn't know where he was at first. The surroundings seemed incredibly familiar, but it took him a moment to recognize it as the Enterprise's sickbay.

Groaning, Chekov turned his head to the side and was surprised to see Lt. Sulu.

"Wh-what ... happened?" he asked, exhausted, and his counterpart smiled weakly.

"You took two bullets for me, Cadet."

Chekov squinted his eyes in confusion, but then he remembered what had happened. An ambush! He had thrown himself in front of Lt. Sulu and protected him.

"I'm ... still alive?"

Sulu laughed tiredly when he heard Chekov's question.

"Obviously. Fortunately, you were wearing body armor, so only the shot to the shoulder was dangerous. Chapel managed to stop the bleeding, but we're still on our way to the nearest island with a hospital." Sulu sighed. "What were you thinking?"

Chekov's cheeks turned red. He avoided the helmsman's gaze.

"I ... wanted to protect you, Lieutenant. And ... to be honest, I wasn't thinking much at all," he admitted.

Sulu's gentle smile returned and he squeezed Chekov's hand, which he had obviously been holding the whole time.

"Thank you, Pavel. But ... that was exceedingly stupid. Don't ever do that again, will you?"

Chekov had to smile now, too. He nodded.

"Understood, sir."

They talked for a while about how the mission had ended and how the captured scientist had been rescued before Sulu said that Chekov should get more rest.

What an exciting first away mission!

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