"It is a collaborative effurt, Dyar, the workins of a star ship, not my upkeep alone keeps her plowin' space. Here is ta all of the McNair's crew and we toast an applaud your service!"  He raised the glass with Dyar and clicked the synthesized tumblers together and took a sip of the scotch.  It was aged 12 years or more, single barrel and it was real.  He half suspected it was, being as they were all new on ship and all.<em>Ifreann</em>, he thought,<em>one wont kill me...</em>With that, he finished the glass and set it on the bar.<br/><br/>"Ye gonna gets me in trouble with the real McCoy there you know, but its damn fine scotch.  The McNair, wells, let me tell you.  Had ya asked me a week ago how I felt about her, the report would have been far grimmer.  She always manages to surprise me, that she does, ye think ye got all the bugs and there an ugly brute be in the shadows, lurkin'.  I feel good about the shakedown here in a few days though, she will fly true, or I aint a McGalleon."<br/><br/>This was a goodly chap Dun thought, and he seemed down to earth and spirited.  He knew too a quick way to cheer a fellow and it was comforting.  If there journeys took them as abroad as he thought they would be, the crew would need the good cheer.<br/><br/>And time was passing and he wasn't ready.  Dun rose from the bar and gripped Dyar's hand firmly and gave a solid shake.  "Its a pleasure to be a meeting ya and we will be a seein' ya soon! I need to make sure them techy types aint a sleepin' on a me..."<br/><br/>Winking at Dyar, he headed out the door and straight for his quarters where he would brush his teeth and check on engineering to plan out the rest of his day.