<div class="floatleft">(http://8020.photos.jpgmag.com/2663965_230969_9f92cb4f31_l.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Kira</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> Working the change-over, then hanging back</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> The rest of the crew switching over, the New Arrivals</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Helping switch the containers over, then looking to the new arrivals</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>New girls. Kira hated the mad rush whenever new arrivals were touching down. She thought she had done rather well for herself in her two months on the Cooler. By keeping her head down, doing her job, and keeping herself... receptive to the stronger, more dominant womens' advances, she had netted herself a rather cushy job loading the shuttle containers on the landing pad, preparing them for evac. That's not to say any job on the Cooler was easy, or that she wouldn't have leaped at the chance of escape, taken it in a heartbeat.  Memories of her old life still woke her up sometimes, heart pounding agianst her ribs in the middle of the planet's inky nights. It was just that she felt somewhat accomplished in working her way up in the strata of the prison, even a little.<br/><br/>The change-over, though, that was a different story. Everyone was expected to toss in at whatever job was needed to get things loaded up and ready to go as quickly as possible, and the quickest way to get knocked down a few pegs in the hierarchy on the Cooler was by showing that you couldn't pull your own weight. In this case, sometimes literally.<br/><br/>She worked as quickly as she could to load up the shuttle with the other women pushing the full containers. At the end of the nine minutes she'd almost lost a few fingers to the mechanical arms loading up the shuttle, though that was nothing new. She panted, mostly out of breath, a thin layer of sweat worked up under the flesh-tight latex-like material, taking her place in the crowd of women as Diah greeted the newcomers.<br/><br/>She looked on, curious to get a look at the new girls making their way off of the shuttle. Whoever they were, they were stuck on this frigid rock together now. That was a bond, even if a tenuous one, and their were some women here whose company Kira didn't mind sharing. If nothing else, it had gotten her a higher rung on the ladder, and occasionally even made the nights a little more bearable.