<strong>Image provided for a reference on red hairs coloration process over the years vs an actual similarity to the looks of an aged Dun. </strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSSOMvIXUVFA_CTfuCvAyDn2noRWXtLGmjTVXBQtr5HDXp0AwkU)</div><br/>The comings and goings of the observation lounge flitted through his mind with a speed and relevance of a daily stroll.  He could feel himself looking up and smiling every time a comment was made, nodding acknowledgment to each new addition to the room.  If there was one thing that made conscious sense about his situation, it was the lack of concern he was having for these cumbersome social graces they all were fleetingly trying to hold to.<em>The problem at hand, my fellow officers of Starfleet, tenders of the wonders of</em>The McNair,<em> is not one of how you looked or felt, though slightly daunting and unnerving, it was the vessel that got you here, that would get you home.</em><br/><br/>He caught himself.  He knew he wasnt rambling out loud, but he could feel an edge to his mental monologue that bordered on crankiness.<em>Wow, so this is what it felt like to be old, beyond the aches and pains, no tolerance for something you could do little about, your appearance.</em>He shook his head and laughed to himself.<em>Let it be a life lesson</em>, he mused,<em>take it to heart and never speak to anyone that way.</em><br/><br/>"Lieutenant McGalleon, do we have any idea how widespread the effects of the Chronitons are?  Are the system malfunctions a part of this or did we not shake the McNair out properly before this mission?"  Dun looked at the strapping young lad that barely fit his uniform, Lt Teel, if he recalled and smiled widely.<em>Here was a man on point</em>, he thought,<em>priorities in order.</em>That he could focus on.<br/><br/>"Have we met yet, young man?  We have been on board for such a short time, and I already feel like I am loosing the memories," Dun chuckled.  It wasnt that his faculties were going, he simply did not recall introducing himself to the Chief Tactical Officer, but no matter.  "The McNair, as you well know, uses biological components for the computers memory storage.  That is why we had issues.  They, like us, have been advanced or digressed in some random fashion that has as of yet been unquantified.  Chief Tirol has pulled the effected units and Ensign Kroken is working on direct analysis now.  We should have some raw data soon"<br/><br/>"I see the problem is more widespread than originally thought," Lt Tosh said.<br/><br/>"It is affecting everything biological, which I guess is at least par for the course, but also gratuitous.  There isnt anything I would not do to a piece of equipment to figure this all out.  Life however and offering a fix there is a much more delicate process, one of which I am unwilling to offer suggestions upon due to the responsibility involved.  So, we should count ourselves blessed that even the ship has changed."