Airik Mitchell set the PADD down on the table and continued to look at it. He really wanted to read the details of their first mission, but needed a moment to talk to the Chief Medical Officer. “Yes, thank you Doctor Tir. I know you are probably extremely busy getting things set for our voyage.”<br/><br/>“I’ve got quite a list myself to go through. You are on the top of that list right now.” The Captain added with a smile. “You’ll find a classified addendum to my crew record.” He shrugged. “For some reason when you become Captain everything becomes classified.” He chuckled. “As you know I’m Ba’ku and with that comes a whole host of wonderful attributes.” He stopped smiling. “Unfortunately I’m also forced to accept the realization that my eternal health and youth was caused by my home world and not genetics. I discovered in leaving the metaphasic radiation surrounding my planet that I have an incurable disorder. The prognosis is chronic, though not terminal. The treatment is self administration of a steroidal compound orally or subcutaneously.”<br/><br/>Airik paused for a moment. “As long as I have access to the steroid I’m just fine. I wanted to be sure you were aware of this situation and in the event I’m called away from the ship for an extended period of time, you have available the compound that could literally keep me alive.”<br/>