<strong>Captain Mitchell – not liking his joints</strong><br/><br/>Airik listened carefully as Commander Osiel explained the status of Operations. Now the Risan would also be tasked with overseeing Science with the death of Lieutenant Lugus. Would there be a Chief Science Officer? Airik couldn’t think that far in advance for now he wasn’t quite sure the ship would be around much longer.<br/><br/>The Chief  Engineer had additional bad news…more like catastrophic news. Luckily he seemed to be working on a theory of how to overcome the issue.<br/><br/>“I…”<br/><br/>=/\= Sickbay to Doctor Tir. =/\=<br/><br/>Airik recognized the voice. It was Brady, Dallas’ nephew.<br/><br/>=/\= I’m sorry to interrupt, Doctor, but I wanted to report that Lieutenant Northrup has died. Sickbay out. =/\=<br/><br/>Airik sighed.<br/><br/>=/\= Bridge, initiate red alert and quarantine. Set course for nearest starbase, maximum warp. =/\=<br/><br/>“Thank you for your reports. I know very little about chroniton particles. It seems however that we need to find away to cleanse any particles from further damage and then work to reverse the damage already incurred.” The Ba’ku turned to the Chief Engineer.<br/><br/>“Lieutenant, all the resources of Engineering and physical sciences are at your disposal. Fix my ship.” Airik ordered flatly.<br/><br/>“Commander, Doctor…” Airik looked to Osiel and Tir. “I want Medical and Science to work together to stop the aging or de-aging and then focus on a reversal.”<br/><br/>“Commander MacReady, we seem to be losing senior officers at an alarming rate. I need you to begin contingency planning. We have a temporary replacement for Science, but find the next in line for Intelligence.”<br/>