Othic went to the drawer and found a small plastic syringe and a glass test slide. Not being totally sure what he was doing, he gathered some of the blood from Corwin's nostril with the syringe; then squeezed the contents onto the slide. He went over to the machine and put the sample on the machine Jarvis had indicated. "Is....is this ok? "Yes Mr Othic. This sample is suitable. Scanning... Othic paused as the machine took it's reading. He looked down at Corwin. The mission was not even 24 hours old and he was beginning to think the it was cursed. By his count only three members of the crew, including himself, hadn't picked up some sort of injury. "Mr Othic, the readings are complete. They medication needed to treat the disease is already present in My Haven's system." Othic sighed and ran both hands through his hair in frustration. "And what does th...." "One more thing." Jarvis interrupted. "Mr Havens does not have the biological markers which are indicators of this disease." "But you said the disease was hereditary." "It is." Othic slapped his forhead. "Jarvis, is Corwin in any immeadeate danger. In say, the next five minutes.?" "I don't believe so." Replied the V.I. "Good." Said Othic. "Did you hear all that Aashe?" He asked as he looked over to the terminal where she was working.