<strong>Lt McGalleon in Engineering.</strong><br/><br/><strong>=/ Belay that order, Sick Bay, I will be fine...\=</strong>He sounded ancient, much like his still alive and thriving great grand father, a deep and booming, yet wizened base rumbling a bit shakily through trembling lips.  Dun straightened his back and thrust his chest out which did not feel good at all but let him now he wasnt dead yet and stated with more authority,<strong>=/ Captain, this is Lt McGalleon.  It appears these new chronitrons are having effects upon me biologically and thus probably are effecting every other living organism that has been exposed to them in the same fashion.  I will head to sick bay for analysis immediately \=</strong><br/><br/>A few moments pass as Dun enters sick bay appearing to be in his late 50's and moving like he is much older.  Spotting Doctor Tir, he moved cautiously in her direction, feeling a bit of vertigo for no reason at all, wobbling a bit.<br/><br/>"Sahara, I may have a bit of a medical mystery for you here...  I seem to have aged rather quickly and I believe our new particles may be the culprit.  Do you mind checking me out?"  He smiled and didnt bother to hide it this time.  He could see his wrinkled face in his periphery and it was scaring the hell out of even him.  It wasnt his time yet and he had alot of living left to do.  But he had faith in the medical corp of Starfleet and he knew he was in the best hands possible to work out this dilemma.