The Lamb to the Lions' Den

[Kunanaki]

The Lamb to the Lions' Den
Stardate: 53835.4
Chief Engineer's Briefing Room
USS Thunderchild
Chief Engineer Kiera Medart, Engineering Section Chiefs and Lt. Jr. Noonia

Ended his sentence and waited quietly. It was the moment of truth. Who would break first? Would it be the young lieutenant Noonia, or the seasoned chiefs? The suggestion wasn't stupid, and he was an engineer that cared about learning. These were the supposed masters of their craft, or the best that was available. Without passing the lore down to the new Engineers, it was useless to even have them on the same deck after all!

Finally there was a rumble of conversation and ideas being tossed around. That made Noonia somewhat warm internally, as it was the truism of Engineering! Laughter even was shared, and talking was buzzing around. The Suggestion that Medart had was wonderfully brilliant in it's own right, as it meshed with his earlier thoughts on the crew being trained in that manner. He was a bit tired, but focused in on how Medart seemed almost planitive with the questioning tone. As if it was good, but not quite good enough. So Noonia waited respectfully for the Chiefs to die down in conversation, before outlining the next thing.

The fuel lines that extended on the aft of the ship in the flight deck was perilously close to a secondary support system. Thankfully, a bit of foresight had placed a thick wall of steel over that area. There was no damning, or pointing fingers here. He even avoided stating who erected it. Just that he recommended shifting the Fuel Lines so that future accidents wouldn't compromise the integrity of the ship. He outlined his idea, and then polled the room for thoughts. The Milspec shop only cursory entered into the mention at the moment. Mordecai Noonia was forming up to be an apt inner section politician with the manner of which he brought up things and pointed out the need.