<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Miki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Azadia Telzan<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Chief Medical Officer<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mess Hall<br/><hr/>She quickly lifted the datapad from the table and leafed through the entry.  It was rather intriguing, and she had to wonder what type of allergen the organism was releasing that would affect the Andorian physiology in such a way.  She scrolled through the data more quickly as she looked for any mention of other species coming into contact with the organism.<br/><br/>“Are you sure you have enough data here to rule out a toxin?  On some worlds, some amphibians are known to secrete a paralytic oily substance on their skin as a defensive mechanism.  It’s possible that the organism developed a similar mechanism.  It would be odd that the paralytic would be isolated to the Andronian physiology unless there were other organisms on the planet whose DNA structure was close to an Andronian.  Allergens also usually need to be introduced to an individual’s physiology first in order to cause a later allergic reaction.  It’s possible that the organism secretes something similar to the Andronian’s homeworld, but that seems unlikely.  Wouldn’t a simple artificial barrier be enough to prevent the paralysis?”<br/><br/>Azadia handed the datapad back to Antonio, “It is quite an interesting problem.  I’d be interested in learning what you discover.”<br/><br/>She then laughed lightly, and turned the conversation to a more mundane topic.  “I took a few engineering courses at the Academy, but they were mostly focused upon repairing medical equipment.  I doubt I’d be able to do anything with the replicators myself, and I’m definitely not very useful in the kitchen.  I’ve become fairly reliant upon the replicators myself.  A fact I’m sure my grandmother wouldn’t be very pleased to discover.”  She laughed lightly at her own confession.<br/><br/>“When I was serving on the station, there was a woman who did everything the old fashioned way.  It took her hours to bake a cake, but it filled the promenade with a smell that was nearly divine, and if you managed to get a slice, I can assure you it was worth the wait.”<br/><br/>“How long were you on board the Kitsune, Antonio?”  She asked curiously before she noted the XO stand abruptly.<br/><br/>She momentarily wondered if something was happening on the bridge, but quickly let the quandary pass.  If she was needed she would be called.<br/>