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Hank leads Naraht into the main area and off into a small curtained area. There is much beeping and quiet noises from copmputers and other equipment.

He gestures for Naraht to stop, and then starts bringing in scanning devices. He quickly modifies an extra infrared scanner into a screen she can read and starts typing.

If you can stay still, I will start the tests. If you feel any discomfort, let me know.

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Well, being scanned is nothing new for Naraht. The Horta being the newest race in the Federation's medical banks, he's played subject a hell of a lot.

He holds carefully still.

How is Peter doing? he writes. After all, he'd seen an awfully familiar energy pattern in one of the cubicals they passed.

Not The best. he has soemhow become a living ghost. It is...unreal, almost.

And beyond that the mun doesnt know, since that is still in slowtime.

He runs scans of her and explains each one as they are going, slowly letting the computers add up all the accumalted data.

When he is done he sits back and waits fo the computer to spit out an answer.

(ooc: is this a curse? and if so, what is it? Just so I know what the computers will 'find'...)

Naraht forcibly unclenches hir macro-cillia. The Horta's no doctor, but it's easy to see that most of the tests appear to be within nomal perameters. Except one...

And the verdict is?

he blinks at it.

Then he looks at hir.

Well, there isnt the lesion where ti should be, but the readings... they indicate decreasing activity in the communication areas of the brain without cause, like aphasia, but without any physical markers to show why.

Hank sighs.

We're gonna need better equipment or a mage. I am sorry Iohor.

Naraht shivers again.

Well, since this is something that has never been known to occur in Horta, I suppose it's not suprising that the instruments can't see a cause. It's okay, Hank. I guess the next step is to get someone who can check me out on the mystical side involved.

Is there anything to indicate how bad it might get?

There isnt enough information for me to predict to you with absolute certainty, but the rate and way these areas of the brain are eroding... if it goes on this way, you could lose all sense of meaning in communication. If the pace of the erosion stops or slows, then it wont be as bad, But since I dont know the cause, I cant predict it yet.

He turns to her as he writes more.

we will find a cure, Naraht. Somehow.

Sure hank. Remember the Legacy virus? remember Illyana? You made these promises to her too.

He dashes the thoughts from his mind. He has to be good enough, He has to!

All sense? Even non-vocal communication?

Naraht's generation is the first to use something other than telepathy to communicate. But hir has used it since not long after hatching. After all, it's hard to work with human miners if you can't talk to them. The thought of losing that is chilling.

The thought of losing the other is the stuff of nightmares.

I am not sure non-verbal as in telepathic. I dont know if those senses use normal pathways, or different ones, and if they connect to the regular communication centers. but I do know these centers control visual and audial as well as speaking communication; The translation fucntions, so to speak. All of those will be affected.

he sighs.

Naraht sighs as well and reaches up to clasp Hank's hand.

Well, at least I'm prepared.

A bald-faced lie, of course.

What next?

We contact some mages, and you come in here every day for a check up. Even if I cant get any more answers than this, we can track things and that will give us an idea how fast it is moving.

he grasps the fringe gently.

Somehow, this will be solved my friend.

Will do. And, if anything changes, you'll be the first to know.

Naraht tries to look jaunty and confident.

If there's nothing else right, I'm heading back out to the Bar for some graphite. I need it. That is, unless you think I shouldn't. You're the doctor, after all.

Hank grins and squeezes Hir fringes tight but gentle.

Eat as well as you can. It is fundamentally important for you to be as well balanced right now as possible. That means sleep when you need to and eat right.

Hank grins and huggs the big Horta.

See you soon, my friend.

Okay. Easy on the graphite. Heavy on the granite and be sure to take my quartz.

Hir hugs Hank back as best hir can.

Hank smiles and leads the way back out of the Infirmary. he has to get soem things fom his room and set up a few more expiraments.

he waves at Naraht and heads away.

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