Act Two, Scene One

[Kunanaki]

Gripping the handle of the compression Suitcase, Mordecai Noonia prepared for the transport that would take him to the USS Thunderchild. The belongings were sparse on his person, only a simple Personal Access Display Device or P.A.D.D as they were called as an addition to uniforms and some civilian attire. Smartly dressed with a fresh haircut that tamed the crimson mop of hair, Lt. Jr Noonia prepared for beaming aboard. The warning hit him, and it was like stepping through a door. A curious experience that left his eyes sparkling when the Transporter room of the USS Thunderchild came into view.

There was a massive, well dressed Klingon standing to the side of the Transporter Operator. A gentleman whom on the short leave on Starbase 74 called himself Micky piped up. The man was from an affluent family lineage that clung to the rambunctious nature of getting his way. Noonia's experience with him had been short, though amusing watching him barrel about in an attempt to impress. "It appears that my reputation proceeds me!" Cadet Mikey Townsend stated.

With a perk of the eyebrow and a slightly disappointed expression, Lieutenant Kinchlirah stated. "I am looking for a Lt. Noonia." Professionalism oozing from the Klingon woman, it appeared business was at hand. A slightly uncomfortable tickling in the palms reminded Mordecai that this was an unusual approach, but it never crossed his features. He simply stepped off of the teleporter pad and stated. "I am Lt. Jr. Mordecai Noonia."

Lt. Kinchlirah then stated that he should follow, and started off from the room in mild long legged haste. Determined not to be flustered, Mordecai matched while eyes flickered about. It was a whirlwind moment, the introduction to a star ship. Everything from the slight gravity variances to the way the lighting hit the walls, to the people coming from or going to duty. It seemed currently to be in a state of well oiled machinery, meaning the engine room seemed to be supplying power with little variance.

All of these things were crossing his mind as he was guided into a Hololab. The door whisked open and then shut ominously, before she turned with fingertips racing on the controls and words melodiously slipping from lips. "I am looking for a pair of fresh eyes to take a look at these Holovid Matrices." curtly stated but apt and to the point. The suitcase was carefully placed to the side, and an approach was made to the console.

An explanation was given to Mordecai about where these Holovids came from, and that it was an Art in itself how efficiently they were made. Heavy Science pouring from the lips of the Klingon woman. A shocking thing, as all training seemed to generalize them as brutes with naught but Honor spouted. However, the efficiency of the fingers and manner of speaking belied a heart of someone dedicated to the craft of Science. Focus was given wholly, eyes running over the details.

It was with this, that a slight discover was made with the Klingon woman. Working in Tandem, with as much subtle manner to take as little credit as possible, Lt. Noonia noticed that there was another buried Holomatrix in the Mathematical equations. Carefully peeling the layers back, there was a Stardate encoding that was mentioned to Lt. Kinchlirah. Though they had been communicating in a short but poignant manner, palms slipped against the sides of the panel to deliver the news.

"It appears Lt. That the hidden Holomatrix was created on Stardate 53517.93. Though our efforts to compile it are turning up for naught, that much data has been gleaned. I wonder what lurks in it?" a question that came from the normally emotionless Mordecai of the intelligence that lurked beneath. It was like a many layered ball of twine with a prize inside. The more you peeled back, the more was revealed how intricate. It was truly fascinating him, so much that he was becoming animated and excited. Barely a time spent, and already a wondrous journey. Perhaps this Starship would be the experience he had dared dream of?