<strong>Dun enters looking 50ish, cane in hand, moving with a slow certainty, deliberately placing one foot ahead of the other.</strong><br/><br/>Why did the doors mock him?  They opened at the same speed they always did, though he was sure, within his slowed senses, that his eyes tracking them was impossible.  He had to get a grip.  His body was betraying him, the mind was not as clear but foggy, ethereal, an he did not care for it one bit.  He knew he had an answer in there.  He knew the Gatekeeper could reverse the effect of aging they had all experienced, be it growing young or older.  For the life of him, though, he could not figure out if that would only mask the symptoms.  His bet was on only a temporary fix, at best.  A rapid onset of increased time dilation once the chronitrons work caught up with the bandage the Gatekeeper would provide.  What was he missing?<br/><br/>"Chief Osiel," Dun said with a nod.  "You look like you are in the same boat as I am.  Tell me, is their an increase of wisdom for you?  Or like me, do you feel as if you have just lived a lifetime without the benefit of memory for the experience?"<br/><br/>He worked his way with determination over to one of the chairs beside the second officer, intent on looking at one of the devices that they used to keep them abreast of what was going on in their fine lady, their brand spanking new and barely outta space dock maiden that was suffering right along with them.<em>Maybe if I focus on her ills and get her workin' right again, I can make the application to us all...</em><br/><br/>He stopped short of his destination and stood straight as his features brightened.  He had been focused on the chair, his will working against that which he should have had decades to get used to.  But the idea,<em>where had it come from?</em>It gave him a piece of his ship which was ailing, an engineering application which he was trained to fix, a goal.  The goal gave him insight and Dun grasped at it like the proverbial man tossed in a stormy sea with but a life raft to keep him afloat.  The sharks were circling, his memory was threatening to strip the insight away as he grinned and hastened to the spot at the table.<br/><br/>He took one of the PADDs and transcribed his thought process into it, so that he would not forget.  Then he called up all the work Liara had done in engineering.  He tried to absorb it all.  Chief Tirol was pulling bio-neural gel packs and they were trickling into a work space neighboring main engineering.  There was no preliminary data as of yet, but he waited as he tried to formulate through the mists of the rapid aging why these chronitrons were working upon living tissue like they were.<br/><br/>Absently, Dun looked over to Makari with a gleam in his eyes, an odd contrast of the spaciness he felt and the neurons that were firing in his brain.  He could only imagine the old movies of mad scientists and had to wonder whether or not he was one of them incarnate.<br/><br/>"Well, well, well.  It appears she has given me an angle with which to work, sir.  The ship, in part, is reacting like we are to the environment...  If I can a'fix the ship, maybe the solution will work for us too..."