<div class="floatleft">(http://hosted.x-art.com/galleries/party_girl/x-art_kato_party_girl-2-sml.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Elena Semanova<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Earth Scientist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Airbase, walking to the commissary<br/><strong>Date:</strong>March 3rd<br/><hr/><br/>"Yeah, you can get all your field clothing provided. I have some of my own kit, but most is field clothing from other missions. Sometimes the missions can be kind of extreme and you tend to go through a lot of kit. None of it is particularly sexy, but who cares about sexy in the middle of nowhere. Ah here we are."<br/><br/>They were at the door to the base commissary.<br/><br/>"Now don't go nuts. Some of this stuff you will end up lugging up hills and down valleys on your back, so be sparing."<br/><br/>Great words. She remembered her own first visit to a commissary. Bureaucracies tended to be great at spending $100 on a $10 item. It meant that what they got was probably worth $20, and so had a lot of bells and whistles built in that weren't strictly speaking necessary - but which helped to justify the cost. She had gone crazy on her first mission packing way, way, too much stuff and in the end dumping a lot of it on some very happy Tuareg nomads. Nomads who no doubt keenly appreciated ripstop non flammable fabric that had the tensile strength to fend off a bullet. It would come in very handy shepherding camels.<br/><br/>"I'll wait out here, then we should really get going." she added finally.<br/>