"Making Sense." by. Lt. Sara Crusher. Thirty random people. Thirty people walking past the government building going about there daily lives. Thirty people of both genders and all ages. Thirty people out of a small populace of hundreds and not a single one with any sign of plague anywhere. Nothing, not a mutated germ, virus, or bacteria in the whole lot. Not even in the elderly man who’s immune system had been weakened from old age showed signs of anything more then high blood pressure and gas. It just didn’t make any sense. Sara stood out side the government building watching the people walk past. Ju Ju III was suppose to be a plague ravaged planet who’s people were on death’ s door, yet there were an awful lot of happy looking people enjoying the warm afternoon sun. It just wasn't adding up. At least one of the people she’d scanned should have shown some traces of the plague, but they were all in perfect health. Cyanah wasn’t getting anything from her environmental scans, but all of the pervious research had pointed to a smashed moon that she couldn’t find any trace of. Then there was that person that Josh had stopped to ask where the government building was. Something about the way he panicked when he saw Josh, the way he blurted out that he wasn’t infected, and the look on his face, it all bothered Sara and she wasn’t sure why. They’d been off the ship for no more then fifteen minutes and already the muscles in her back started to tighten and cramp, as they normally did when she was stressed. Maybe if she were lucky, Cyanah would rub her back when they got back to the ship. But first things first, they had to deal with their assignment, so Sara took in a long deep breath which left a nasty taste in her mouth from the bio-suit filters. "This just keeps getting better." She mumbled to herself as she took a few more random scans. Again, nothing. Sara sighed and then turned towards the government building where Josh and Jansug had entered. She figured that enough time had pasted since Josh barked his last futile demand to "come" -like they were dogs who where to obey his every word- that it was safe to meet up with the rest of the team with out making him think that she’d ask how high when he barked jump. As she walked up the steps her mind started working on possibilities. Maybe the plague was localized in once section of the planet. Perhaps it had a long incubation period. Maybe it only infected certain types of people. Again Sara sighed; none of that was in the research she’d just spent weeks with. All the data had pointed to an illness that knew no bounds and held no prejudice. Sara fought the urge to scream as she entered the building. The extravagance of the entry hall was mind blowing. Marble everywhere. Walls painted in rich colors and textures to make stunning murals. The government was engulfed in decadence, yet according to the visiting doctors she’d worked with and Commander Andros they had minimal medical faculties? Well their priorities were certainly obvious. Sara looked the room over one more time before her eyes fell on the young woman behind the marble desk. The young girl also caught sight of her as she approached. "Dear lord there’s more of you?" The girl asked. Sara’s eye brow lifted before she realized the guys weren’t in the lobby, then she smiled. "Yes," She said then paused long enough for her silent partner to come up behind her. She stifled an internal giggle, Cyanah really did loathe away team duty. "I’m Doctor Sara Crusher, from the Banshee, and this is Lieutenant Cyanah Kaelyre. We need to speak with the head of your health department." The girl sighed then pointed to a waiting area where Josh and Jansug sat. "Wait there. Mr. Radetsky and the Minister of Health will be with you all shortly." Sara nodded her thanks and then walked over to the waiting area. She and Cyanah lingered just out side the sitting area alone and waited.