<strong>Liara from Engineering to Chief Tirol.</strong><br/><br/><strong>=/ Ensign to Chief Tirol, I need maintenance crews to head to deck two junction twenty four and pull all of the bio-neural gel packs and return them to Engineering for diagnosis \=</strong><br/><br/><strong>=/ I gottya, Ensign Kroken, want me to wash the windows while I am at it? \=</strong><br/><br/>When the shit hit the fan, it went everywhere, literally.  There had been little fires he had been putting out all day, and everyones problem was a priority.  Now, he needed at least half his team to be able to safely and efficiently extract the packs from near the outer hull of the ship.  This had shaped up to be quite the day, at least he felt vibrant and a youthful lust for life that he hadnt felt for years.  Word was the chronitrons they had been sent to investigate had had an affect on everyone, be it for the youth or the aging.  He had rolled lucky and lost a couple years and he felt stronger and more vigorous.  The same could not be said for his entire team though.  And with the smaller size of this assignment, he had fewer people to go around.<br/><br/>"Reynolds!  Anderson!  Gates!  Frost!  Jones!  With me, we have some grunt work to do, and no whining about it either!"<br/><br/>Within the hour, he had the first of the required packs heading back to Engineering sub station 7-A.  The packs had to be manually bypassed and the disconnection process was time consuming.  He had all the right t's crossed and i's dotted and he could on to more important things, like why half the sonic showers werent working.  Nobody wanted the sweet smell of that success more than him.  Gods, he needed a shower.