Makari grinned wide as things seemed to be falling into place around them. He couldn't honestly say WHY they were being infested by the strange creatures, beyond the free radical explanation he had nothing at all to go on. He knew some hypothesis existed about the gelpacks, but he could hardly relate that back to the crew themselves. Gelpacks and humans were quite a few evolutionary trees over from one another. It was like comparing clay and a dual ditanium plated bulkhead. Both were structural materials. No one would ever consider them remotely the same though. And the water that wore away clay did nothing to ditanium. Just as the toxins that could corrode ditanium would flow off clay without leaving a mark.<br/><br/>What they didn't know couldn't hurt them though... at least that was the flimsy, not so scientific, premise that Makari was forced to hang his hat, and their collective fates, on. Not that he wore a hat. Clashed with the uniform, and did horrible things to his hair. Hat head? No thanks. He was a senior officer, not some just out of bed recruit stumbling around.... Anyway... more important things to focus on.<br/><br/>He grinned again, then slapped Darrin on the back. "The transporter is doing it! I knew this would work. Now we have to get someone fully through the system... after that we get anyone on the verge of dieing through, then engineering needs to sort a way out to get EVERYONE at once, otherwise we will have to go one at a time, that will be way too slow.... but we have a solution!" Excitement. It was a nice thing to have, even if it made him want to wheeze and cough and... well be an elderly man in need of a nurse and a sponge bath.... focus Makari... wow you will be a dirty dirty old man...