With his head still on his chest and eyes closed, Dun answered her in a soft voice.  "There really hasnt been anything straight forward about this mission, has there, Liara?"  He slowly lifted his chin and wrinkled up at her with a wink.<br/><br/>"As it seems, there are perfect templates of ourselves in the ships memory banks usable by the transporters.  It may enable us to 'scrub' the critters loose.  Theeen they may travel down the stream of chronitons to the planets surface where the gel packs reside.  Its the best we have right now."<br/><br/>It was so hard to not sleep.  Duncan felt like he had been running a marathon all his life to end up here, on his last assignment.  They always quipped that once a head engineer, a person you ceased to be, just another solution or part to make the ship run.  Thats exactly how he felt too.  He knew his first commissioning of a ship may be his downfall, but he would not change a thing nor go back...  It had been all worth it to see her take form and set off into the stars with those first timid steps.  Look at her now, all sharp and brilliant, aiding them to the end.  She was his partner in crime.<br/><br/>Chuckling cause he could not contain himself, Dun continued.  "The theory is sound, Liara.  Who knows, maybe these buggers are responsible for that feeling of lost time in your thought process.  With luck, we should be all fixed up soon and on our way."<br/><br/>Dun looked over to the EEH and smiled.  "I cant believe the good fortune that you were included in this assignment, Lewis.  That took some doing.  Your 'father' wasnt ready to let you go just yet!"  Chuckling, he continued, "What can you make of the interactions between the ships particles and whats out there?  Is there any sort of interaction or are they gathering?  Note my interest is curiosities sake only!"