<strong>Captain Airik Mitchell hovering over Science station</strong><br/><br/>Only minutes before he welcomed Lieutenant Kavash Teel to the McNair. It was the ship’s first Trill…and a joined one at that. The Tactical Officer seemed to have the same spots on the sides of his face as his race. Airik had only met unjoined Trill host thus far. He was curious to learn more, but it would be rude and ill-timed.<br/><br/>“What have we got?” Airik asked. He read the telemetry readings from the probe. At first glance he was astounded at the sensor’s details. The McNair certainly did have the best scientific technology in the Fleet. It practically counted each microorganism.<br/><br/>Mitchell tapped his comm badge.<br/><br/>=/\= “Mitchell to McGalleon. Good work on the probe Lieutenant. It’s quite amazing. We’re sending the telemetry to you now. I’m authorizing an Away Team. Calibrate the armbands to the signatures from the probe.” =/\=<br/><br/>He tapped the badge again.<br/><br/>=/\= “Commander MacReady, assemble your Away Team. Have them wearing one of the calibrated armbands McGalleon’s team is preparing. The chroniton emissions appear to be nearly identical to those previously identified by other vessels. The precautions should suffice. Have transporter keep a lock on you.” =/\=<br/>