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

Felt the friendly pat of the back. Noonia was starting to see a pattern here. Lieutenant Paxton was the inflexible fist, while Lieutenant Duncanson was the open palm. In truth, Mordecai was relieved. It of course didn't speak wholly of their behaviors. It was more an observation of how they eased people into the severity of the flight deck in combination with information delivered promptly.

Lieutenant (JR) Noonia thought of it rather hard actually. The only thing he could figure out is that he had appraised the Commander as he is, not some projected demon. The Commander had quite a rough time aboard the ship with the stigmatization of his crew that would never understand. Now knowing the close relationship of the Flight Crew and the Commander he could appreciate the bitter pill more fully.

Perhaps it was the Pragmatic reply that he had given him? Thoughts were put aside as Lieutenant Paxton stopped and turned to address the two. Gaze would turn towards the White Vests, listening to the critical role of safety observed even under duress. Lieutenant (JR) Noonia nodded his understanding.

Hearing the poor stature of the Engineering Department lead credence to the rumours that the Lead Engineer was on thin ice with the Captain. Some even state that there was a spilling of Caffeine upon the Visiting Admiral! Lieutenant (Jr) Noonia didn't put much credence into rumours. Else he'd have written off the Commander based on hearsay.

Hollywood kept echoing, but Lt. Jr. Noonia didn't rise to the bait. It wasn't disrespect, it was a way for the Lieutenant Paxton to vent frustration and emotions. A Life Debt for a place in the Pack was something that he didn't yet understand. Well, one can never judge one's worth or merit without an external force.

So far that was White(Safety), Green(Mechanic), Red(Fuel), Yellow(Movers), Brown(Deck Captain), and Purple(Deck Com) covered. However there was one important thing that wasn't covered, so when the opportunity arose Lt. Jr. Noonia did indeed have a question. "What colour is for Pilots on Mission or otherwise?"

The question was short, sweet and to the point. They had talked a lot about training, but Commander Bonham had also mentioned taking the Craft out. Which meant that if all the pieces were running together, there was one critical missing there. His gaze didn't catch any immediate sign of one he didn't understand before asking the question.

Actually, Noonia had a fairly good suspicion that they had left that out to see if he was paying attention, or taking it all in. It wasn't insulting, just a trick of Trusting the information, but verifying attention. Of course until he had his hands dirty with all the roles, he'd grow more familiar. Hence the cross training.

It also lead to a Dark question that lingered in his heart. Lt. Jr. Noonia had a feeling he wasn't here to be a Craftsman for the smaller ships. However it was a baseless suspicion until proven otherwise.