<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>The Main Airlock</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Sgt. T-Rex and the rest of her assigned group</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Marvelling at how much shiny kit is already here!</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>The room was large. Vast. She had seen the schematics of course and even wandered round in simulations of the space hundreds of times. Yet here it was in full, real life. Not virtual. The simulations were pretty good of course, yet they could never be completely accurate and they didn't have the same 'feel' to them. Julie was very much about 'feel' when it come to these sorts of things.<br/><br/>There was so much stuff here already. Sure they had brought a lot of kit with them. A lot. It was going to take a long time to unload it all and bring it in. Yet there was so much here already. How much resources had been expended to bring even a tiny portion of this stuff all the way out here? It was mind boggling.<br/><br/>And she was going to have to go over every inch of a good portion of the kit here to make sure it was all in good working order, and find creative ways to fix that which was wonky. After all the classes and training exercises and daily runs and playing around in water-tanks and simulations and all the rest of the endless round of general<em>stuff to do</em>having the chance to just work with her hands soon was so very inviting. She put the crate she had been carrying down next to the pile that was starting to grow and took to glancing around again, nibbling her lip. The tunnel boring machines looked like the one they had trained on, yet there were certain differences here and there. Some patches and repairs of course, yet there were certain subtle changes that made her suspect these were an earlier Mk than the one from training. It would make sense these things had been up here a while, the new kit would have had improvements made based on feedback. She would find out in due course.<br/><br/>She felt like hugging someone. Only there was nobody to hug. The excitement was so much it was almost painful, she really did have to try to stop smiling like someone who had just discovered that the local sweetshop owner had won the global lottery and was giving everything away.