Posted Feb. 18, 2021, 9:49 a.m. by Lieutenant Asher Miller (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) (J Ridgley)
Having heard that the ship genuinely had a ‘Chief of Pets’ Asher had to see this for himself, besides his own curiosity he also had an idea for puppy therapy which was scientifically proven to reduce work-related stress, nothing like a good playdate with half a dozen of cute puppies to help relieve stress. The COP was seemingly hard to track officer because it took him a little longer to finally pin down the woman who seemingly had the best job in Starfleet.
Eventually, though he had her located in the mess hall which was just as well because his stomach had started to rumble. Picking himself up a plate of the fresh food the chef prepared, a lemon chicken sandwich Asher searched the crowd for the woman he had been described. It wasn’t hard because her strawberry blonde hair kind of stuck out. Moving to the table he cleared his throat. “Commander Atoded?” He asked holding his tray in front of him which also had an apple juice in a hexagonal glass.
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