“You’d think with all the technology we have around us, there’d be a more effective method of removing dog hair from a uniform.” Airik quipped to himself in the turbolift as he picked a stray hair off his shirt. He specifically made the request that the ship allow canine and feline pets. It was important for morale. It was also vitally important to him personally. His one family member was Trooper, his elderly yellow lab.<br/><br/>After hesitation and several contacts with favors owed, he managed to get the approval. Now Trooper slept in the quarters dreaming of their recently holodeck trip.<br/><br/>Stepping onto the bridge he nodded to several of the shipyard workers and stepped over to his Ready Room. Thinking it was empty, he entered nonchalantly and nearly ran into Commander MacReady. At least this was Commander MacReady in the flesh and not some computer generated image on a screen.<br/><br/>“Commander, welcome to the McNair.” Airik said holding his hand out to shake the Executive Officer’s hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t greet you at the transporter. I’ve been…what’s that say?...up to my neck in minutia and tried to catch up on some lost sleep.” Airik was honest and wanted an open relationship between the two.<br/><br/>“Please, please, sit down. Can I get you something to drink?” Airik asked walking to the replicator and getting a glass of water for himself.<br/>