Makari stood at his station and tried his best to maintain his composure. He had been one of the voices of warning when chronitons and time problems had been mentioned. He had warned of the trouble it might cause. And now? Well as if fate wanted to slap him up the side of the head he could now clearly see the signs of time at work. He was aging. It wasn't the slow aging of a man growing in time. It was the aging of someone who was skipping through time like a stone skipped upon the water. One moment young, the next older, the next older still. He would have shuddered at the thought but shuddering might come across as some old man spasmodic involuntary thing, and he didn't want to act as old as his body was starting to feel.<br/><br/>"If I go bald I am so going to mutiny..." Makari responded back after the Captain announced that he was in no hurry to age past his already timeless two hundred plus years. He tried to keep his words light and to smile. But part of him... well he was worried. That was an understatement. He was... he didn't know. Old clearly. Worried, understatement. He shook his head and continued to offer up the smile he used most often. Disarming and aloof. Because everything would be okay. That was like a rule in his life, things could get bad but they got better. And he may have been aging but he had no doubt he wasn't losing his Risian luck any time soon.<br/><br/>As the captain announced a meeting, Makari nodded to the man and stepped away from his console offering it one last glance before he did so. The readings remained normal, status remained nominal, but clearly everything was wrong, and he could hardly trust what he saw on the displays. So he would just have to go to the meeting, low on information, and hope the other departments knew more than he did. Science and medical would know for sure. They always did, right? Sure, and he was the model of a modern military officer, with information vegetable, chroniton and mineral.... And he was apparently going senile as he aged. Great.