"Sorry...  This chair is simply too much fun...  Now, where were we?"  Dun came flying into the little laboratory space obviously having just let the doors open before boosting inside.  He was gleeful and seemingly stuck in a solid great grandfather look.  His crown o hair was pure white now, as if he had finished off the last youthful lick of himself having raced through the corridors.<br/><br/>He excused himself to everyone present and edged into a place where he could manipulate the controls.  With the deflector array pointing towards the planet, Dun sent a steady stream of chronitrons that should be registering to the creatures they found as heading back in time, or, getting younger.  If he had really gleaned what he thought he had, this would be a 'positive indicator' for the life forms and evidence of a food source.<br/><br/>"Ensign Ava, send this group of gel packs to the planets surface, these coordinates," Dun sent them via ship board communication.  "Then, when we begin the inoculations, I would recommend holding the crew in the transporter buffers for as long as it takes for the life forms to clear."<br/><br/>"Captain, we should be able to begin mass inoculation within the cargo hold with our primary transporter.  The stream of younger chronitrons from the Gatekeeper array has been established from the cargo hold to the gel packs on the planet.  Proceed when ready.  Lt McGalleon out."<br/><br/>Dun sat back with a huge yawn as he stretched.  His joints cracked and popped in protest as he settled back down, eye lids almost immediately closing, he said, "Wake me if anything interesting happens..."