Makari had imagined growing old someday. He had figured by then he would have lived a full life, done and seen it all, and been ready to actually take it easy. Yes, he would become one of those old men who sat around a bar on some deep space station and drank away as he played the local version of gambling games. Wasn't that what most aspired for? Those not hoping to have a picket fenced home on Earth to scream at kids to stay off the grass of anyway?<br/><br/>Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Makari honestly didn't know. Because he never thought of the future in such detail. He never worried about growing old. He never considered his own mortality. Because he was living in the moment. He was a young, virile, Risian male. What else did he have to think about that extended beyond the reach of his senses? Beyond the present? Not a thing. Maybe some work, a sense of duty, all those things that weren't so much fun as they were needed. But he was young, and he was...<br/><br/>No. He wasn't young now. That was just it wasn't it? All his lack of planning had left him ill prepared to be elderly at a young age, of course who could prepare for that anyway? He laughed to himself as he stepped into sickbay. A quick glance around told him laughing was not a great idea so he hid the laugh behind a forced cough, one that went from fake to hacking up some sort of old man organ in a matter of seconds.<br/><br/>"Have anything for a cough? Or in the absence of that a lung being coughed up?" He asked idly as he glanced from the doctor to the nurse playing with a PADD and back again. Medical staff didn't tend to grab medical humor all that well. Life and death situations were serious. He got that. But it was his own life and death fleeting before him as his hairline turned white and his skin turned pale and elderly. So he got to jest right?<br/><br/>Not wanting to think on it further, Makari moved to a medical terminal and started to key in some commands. "Do you have a lab setup we can work from or should we move to the science department? We have more access to.... well test subjects...." He frowned at the use of the word. "To the ill patients...." He changed his wording and while it still sounded callous it sounded much better to his ears. "We have access to more here, and I can divert control to science systems to a console and work easily from sickbay," Makari explained as he continued to work at the console.<br/><br/>"Computer, call up transporter records and begin detailed scans of the last two dozen transports, tell me when the data has compiled and display a cross reference on this panel and in science lab as well," He spoke to the machine and waited for the affirmative response, nodded when it did so and then looked as more information came to him. "I have an idea Doctor, I assume you still demand protocol be followed and all crew get a full scan before each transport? So we would have records of the last to be transported from BEFORE they were infected?" Makari asked, knowing the doctor would catch what he was suggesting, and hoping she would like the idea as much as he was.