Considering the fact that Makari was aging at a rate that seemed insane out of one of those science fiction holonovels that they played on weekends back home in one of the less adult Risian theaters he decided that getting an early start to get to the meeting was probably a good idea. For all he knew he would grow from twenty no ninety in three blinks of an eye and a wag of a Risian field mouse tail. Or he would simply turn to an ashen mess as he aged beyond the limits of his body. Neither sounded fun. And neither suggested a quick walk to an important meeting. So he did what he figured those endlessly more responsible than he was were bound to do in such a situation. He left the bridge and headed straight for the observation lounge. Sure running around and screaming about danger would have been a nice course of action. But he had survived worse than aging, so what would the point have been anyway?<br/><br/>He grabbed up a few PADDs which were stuffed with data on his way, all OPS related, details of systems, details of shields and where he had sent power. Maybe it wasn't as useful as it could have been. But it did point out how he wasn't at fault. He HAD changed where power routed from the normal operations of the ship while in space to a more mission oriented setup. More shields, less weapons, more sensors, less replicators. Never had he gone for less shields. And he had no idea why the shields would modulate off and refuse to work properly. Power WAS there, it just hadn't worked.<br/><br/>Someone had to know more than he did. Not that he figured the WHY or the HOW even mattered right then. What mattered was fixing the problem and stopping time from traipsing the light fandango and wreaking havoc with their very lives. And to those issues? Well Makari was unsure how to proceed. He knew that things had turned worse than even he had feared. But... well that wasn't knowing much.<br/><br/>So with the flair of a man afraid he was suffering from arthritic back pain and with no regard to the greying of his own hair, he entered the observation lounge and settled down into a seat, his PADDs placed in neat dissaray before him. He wasn't late. He wasn't a pile of ash. So maybe there was hope for him... for them all... yet.