<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/KimbNormal.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Kimb Fern</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Outskirts</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> No one</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Watching</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>The wind whipped maddeningly through the landing site, as if the planet were eager to show the freshmeat that it meant business. It had done the same the day Kimb had arrived. She remembered very little of that day, it was so easy to forget things here. Hours, days, minutes, years; all blended together into a bland mush of mine carts and ice.<br/><br/>The scientific part of Kimb's mind knew it was foolish to personify a planet like this. However, the mad scientific part saw nothing wrong with the idea. What was a planet if not a complex system? The two halves of her mind bickered in the background as she casually watched the shuttle land.<br/><br/>Kimb knew what would come next. It was always the same. The top bitches would fight over the new arrivals, maneuvering the new pieces into their carefully constructed game of supremacy. Most would fight back in some way. Most of those would break.<br/><br/>Kimb hadn't fought back. She cared nothing for the fear or admiration of thieves and murderers. It wasn't the Liffan way. She would stand back, let those who cared fight it out. If someone tried to pass her up, to usurp or displace her, she would move aside. She wouldn't cause a fuss. She was Liffan.<br/><br/>She would observe. She would analyze. She would note weaknesses and alliances. And, when the time came to make her move there would be nothing that could stop her. She may be Liffan born, but she was raised by humans.