Act One, Scene One

[Kunanaki]

Stardate: 53860.48
Tue Mar 01, 2377 0900
Holodeck Two, Deck Three
USS Thunderchild

Had been there assisting Ensign Skytower on set up in advance, after the events of the fight against the Kelish. If ever asked about the Holodeck or set up, he'd defer credit to the Ensign as the primary architect behind all that was. The picturesque sort of scene that could only be obtained by a Holodeck environment. With pent up frustration over the events that had happened between the planning and building of this, Noonia had thrown himself into making it the best he possibly could from his end. Haunted as one of the living, remembering a single hand pressing against glass. A very nonhuman hand that was tagging him for all that came next. The man hadn't looked away as the area had decompressed, searing it into memory which visited him nightly.

There was a cool dagger of hatred that seeped into his pores, the hatred that those who were helpless to stop an event from happening felt. In the aftermath, he had learned of a Commendation in the wings for stopping a Virus that had been implanted by that damnable traitor. Lt. Jr. Noonia had a lot to live up for, considering it was Seona's hand that had discovered the deception. The Captain knew he hadn't wrote the counter virus, only had pressed to spread that which had been wrote as fast as he could through star-fleet. This was a better option compared to burning out Deep Space 9's communication relay to transmit to those ships in Cardassian space during the events.

Two very intelligent women had put him in the position he was in now, in a spotlight that he felt wasn't deserved. Yet there would be no shirking, no excuses forthcoming. He would dig his heels in and make them proud. His left hand moved up to brush away a bit of glistening from his eyes. Dressed in his casual warm wear, as one never knew when a ships heating system would fail, he was very comfortable in this winter wonderland. Having greeted those who approached, drinking a warming cocoa held in his right hand, there was a sense of warmth that grew in the stomach. A job well done felt like a good reward after some very hectic days.

The support from all of the sections made a wisp of a smile flutter at the corners of his lips. Smiling faces that was reminiscent of home aboard a very different sort of starship, which prompted him to make a mental note to contact his family when the opportunity arose after this Winter Festival. A striking looking woman caught his eye, almost arm in arm with another. His eyes however scanned to watch how other men were fawning, and made sure he wasn't making those same looks. His return was a bit stiff, but unintentionally so he wouldn't be caught being foolish.

That didn't last long however! Dancing! With Ensign Skytower! It would be a polite dance, offering his hand. Naught the Irish Jig he was more accustomed to, but Star-Fleet academy had shown him a need to know at least one or two proper other dances for events such as these. After it had commenced, there would be more than likely the earliest excuse to break away from her. Not that he was unaware of her beauty or charm, just that it felt a little presumptuous to force somebody to dance for too long when called to do it by a crowd.