<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4121021#msg4121021">Quote from: Aether on 12-01-2011, 06:09:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><br/>"Dun?" she asked, looking at him, a bit flabbergasted.  For a moment when he walked into the Sickbay, she had to do a double take.  She had sworn that it was someone that she didn't know.  Now, she did and that didn't make the situation any better.  "I...What happened to you?" she asked, knowing the answer from the minute that her completed sentence was out of her mouth.<br/><br/>The chronitons.  The same thing that the Captain had warned her of being weary of.  Talk about excellent timing.  Chaos.  Chaos was what she was used to.  She thrived in it.  It made her feel accomplished, and like she was doing something.  "If you're in here, and you've aged this much already, does that mean..."  She cut herself off from finishing her sentence when she realized that basically the only persons not in her Medbay that had really gone down with the away team was the Captain and Sam.  <br/><br/>Using her communicator pin, she pressed it.  <br/><br/>=/\= Sickbay to Captain Mitchell.  Captain, this is Lieutenant Tir.  We seem to have a state of chaos right now, as the effects of the chronitons are showing.  I think it would be a good idea to call a meeting with the Senior Officers so we can figure out how to deal with this.  =/\=<br/><br/>When she sent the transmission, she knew that the Captain would get it.  The other thing that she knew she had to do was make sure that everyone else in her Sickbay was attended to.  Looking around, Cerise was attending to Lieutenant Kavash, and she would be working with McGalleon.  "Brady, when you get done with Lieutenant Tosh," she said, giving the weapons officer a sweet smile.  "Can you do some preliminary diagnostics on Lieutenant Lugus, please?"  Although it was a question, the tone of her voice left no room for dispute as she turned back around to McGalleon.  "Do you know of anyone else on the ship that this has affected?"</span>