<div class="floatleft">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/marsjulie.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td> Juliet Franklin </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Lowest level of the Maintenance and Engineering section, primary life support equipment room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Possibly Abs (was waiting for the player to post, became bored, sorry will edit as necessary)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Swearing at machines till they decide to behave themselves</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Julie had remembered her job at last and had headed down to check on the pumps, heaters, scrubbers and other life support gear in the lower level of the maintenance building and was just arriving as the power came on.<br/><br/>She walked along the banks of equipment, looking on the first pass for green lights, noting those that were either dark or showing any other colour of which there thankfully weren't many. After a full pass of the entire room she checked the readout on the air and heat levels relayed to her implant through the suit. Looked good. She keyed her comm on the general channel.<br/><br/>"Maintenance, Franklin, request sitrep on atmo, are we good to loose the suits please? I have to kick some things down here in the basement and figure out why they didn't start up." which is easier if you have your own hands to work with and not suit gloves. Manual dexterity in suit gloves was just awful. It was embarrassing. Almost certainly the answer was going to be yes, yet it had been drummed into her in training to ask and wait. To be fair it was better to be a cautious engineer than a cold corpse.