Place: Space Agency Mission Control<br/>Date: Jan 15th, 2116<br/>Time: 8:00 a.m.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic">Dude looks like a lady<br/>Dude looks like a lady<br/>Dude looks like a lady<br/>Dude looks like a lady</span></div><br/><br/>The old music blared on the speakers in his office, while the good doctor sang along nearly as loudly the pen between his fingers used as a mini drumstick that beat in time to the tapping of his foot. Today was the day.<span style="font-style: italic">THE DAY</span>when the rest of his crew would meet up, get checked out and then be off to set foot on what could be the new home of the human species. It was exciting to say the very least and good old Dr. T thought that a bit of Aerosmith was the only way to properly celebrate as he read over the files given him. Thus far, the crew seemed to literally be the finest that anyone could have dreamt up.<br/><br/>A group of overachievers and go-getters. They were like the dream team for the Olympics or the all-star draft of any professional sports team. If the team passed their visits with him then they would be set to head out into the stars and boldly go where no one had gone before. At the thought of the iconic line from one of his favorite shows, Titus pulled up a file on his computer and dropped into the storage unit he would be bringing with him. 10 terabytes of data on some of the best classic representations of mankind's creativity in a desire to reach the stars. Or, as other non-fans would put it, “Load of Nerd Junk from Star Trek to Stars Wars and everything in between.” Sure, he might get a couple of looks and even a chuckle or two at his expense, but when they were all bored out of their minds they would be begging him for some Episode 1 or some Spock Goodness.<br/><br/>Just wait of see.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">SMACK</span><br/><br/>The ball of paper connected with his nose and caused him to look up from the screen, the music lowered at the same time. “Yes, Shawn?” The nurse stood at his door and looked none too amused by the loudness of the music.<br/><br/>“There are another two out there now. The one that came early is basically swimming in a pool of his own drool. The female was joined by a male who also decided to read rather than engaged with the others that were waiting.”<br/><br/>“Fascinating,” Titus remarked already up from his desk he gathered up his files and instruments. “Let’s start with the female first. Get her into an examine room. Wake up the one that fell asleep and see if he needs anything. Coffee, juice…an energy drink. Whatever he asks for and how he takes it let me know exactly…ignore the other.”<br/><br/>“You and your games are going to get your beat up. Again.” Shawn replied but already took notes on what he was asked to do.<br/><br/>“The last time I allowed myself to get beat up to test my own physical endurance.”<br/><br/>“Sure thing. Keep telling yourself that.”<br/><br/>As instructed, Shawn would go out to get Michelle, see to Peter and ignore Christopher.