<strong>Captain Mitchell running a child and adult day care ship</strong><br/><br/>There was a bit of a creak in Airik’s bones as he made his way to the observation lounge. Crew all around him seemed to be facing the ill effects of what could only be the chroniton emissions. The Commanding Officer had just been made aware of the death of the Chief Science Officer. In addition the Chief Intelligence Officer and the Morale Officer were both in stasis. Other crew were in the same predicament.<br/><br/>There didn’t seem to be a common variable, it was so random. No species was affected more than others and even within species individuals would age or get younger at different rates. Age, gender…none of it mattered. The Away Team wasn’t affected more.<br/><br/>Entering the observation lounge, Airik took count of what was left of the Senior Officers. The aging had affected him, but not as dramatically as…Airik looked at Lieutenant McGalleon and could only smile weakly. The Chief Engineer looked…well…bad.<br/><br/>Airik sat at the head of the table. “It saddens me to report the death of the Chief Science Officer.” Captain Mitchell looked around the table. “Commander Osiel, please take charge of the Science Department until further notice.” The Ba’ku knew that a science vessel needed a head of the Science Department and Commander Osiel’s credentials aligned well to the position.<br/><br/>“Reports.” Airik said, expecting each Officer to explain the status of his or her Department.<br/>