Weclome to Flight Ops (Hanger & Flight Deck)

[Kunanaki]

Stardate: 53831.89
USS Thunderchild, NCC-63549
Deck 13, Hanger Deck
The Dragon's Lair
Lieutenant Arron Duncanson, Lieutenant Rebbecca Paxton, Lieutenant (JR) Mordecai Noonia

In the beginning, standing there in his star-fleet uniform, Lt. Jr. Noonia immediately felt out of place. This cavernous and busy deck seemed to be the representation of potential and untapped power. Space that hinted towards rows and rows of ships that had yet to be picked up. From one end to the other, the Flight Deck was all about Efficiency.

Eyes traced along the Finery hanging upwards, a sense of pride hitting his chest. For whatever purpose that brought him to the Flight deck, it resonated in him something he hadn't felt before. Engineering was an automatic thing. A tinkerer by nature, it felt natural and pleasant but hardly thrilled him much anymore. It lacked a sense of purpose and direction. That seemed about to change.

A human male in purple gave a large handed wave to gather the attention, waving in a way to tell Noonia to remain there. Thus standing with hands at side, Lt. Jr. Noonia had plenty of time to watch the people approaching. There was a human, and what appeared to be a creature akin to a beast of Legend.

Klingon woman had been attractive for precisely the fact that she was strong and smart, but it was more of a Professional interest and admiration. The federation had a bewildering mix of species that made dating rather interesting. Just upon his prior ship he had attempted to date a female Andorian that had worked in Security. Rejection had been swift, but Noonia was not one to dwell in failure. The Wolfen female was quite lovely, but Lt. Jr. Noonia was professional enough that it never crossed his features.

Handshakes and Introductions were made, but a comment from the woman was highly surprising. Impressed Commander Bonham? Snapping on the Life-Support belt and quickly activating it even before being told to. How curious, Mr. Hollywood. That lead him to believe that what impressed the Commander was not only the program, but he had told it to those he trusted.

The minutiae of the motion wasn't lost, though it was only a polite interest. The scent would find a washed body, with a bit of warm-up before, having eaten a fish and peanut-butter sandwich for repast and finishing it with a bit of coffee. There was no nervous sweat, just a curiosity of the environment as well as the people.

The prodding and words was not lost, but it was more the body language. Here he was the Intruder, a stranger that had been endorsed by the Commander to receive training in an Exclusive club of highly decorated people. That did make him feel like a ball of energy at that point.

At the gesturing for him to walk beside, Lt. Jr. Noonia took the opportunity to speak. "I am curious Sir. What did the Commander inform to grant me such a warm reception?" Not a stupid man, Noonia figured that the woman who had stalked away before hand had great earshot with those agile canine ears.

The whisper of course didn't go lost as he smiled amicably. "I wouldn't dream of it. The worst I've got is a pun-ishing habit of bad humour." figured the timing was well off, and considering the amicable nature of Lt. Duncanson it wouldn't fall flat.