"Are we going to slam our fist into the consul next?" Chekov challenged from behind. At first Chekov wasn't sure what to make of the newcomer. The fact that he was a Klingon...and that the Klingon was wearing an unrecognizable Starfleet uniform. He was hoping his mind was playing tricks, but when he approached him...he only realized that he was correct.

For now, he was going to play nice...until given reason. He had so many questions to ask and hopefully he would get answers along the way.