<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Dr._Julia_Stanton.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Julia Stanton</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Chief Engineer's Office</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Currently alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Checking systems</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Dr. Stanton was, if anything, a person for whom most people got to know fairly well.  She was just that way.  She'd headed for her office first thing upon learning main power was online because she wanted to check the other systems and begin a complete diagnostic.  The computer on her desk hummed gently as it processed the various feeds from sensors scattered around the base, checking them against baseline values.  On paper, the systems should meet certain specifications, but those specifications never stood up to the final product.  Too many unknowns between here and there, so there were tolerances built in, usually around 5% of baseline.  So far everything was looking good, so while the computer continued to work, Julia got on the PA.<br/><br/><em>I need all members of maintenance and engineering to the Chief Engineer's Office.  I need all members of maintenance and engineering to the Chief Engineer's Office.</em><br/><br/>While that happened, the all-clear came in and she shed her suit.  She was wearing a standard navy blue jumpsuit underneath, and she waited for the others to arrive while she sat back down and watched the diagnostics complete themselves, getting almost entirely green across the board, though one or two yellows.  Honestly, though, they were probably either faulty sensors or minor leaks.  The system would sort itself out eventually, or kill them all in their sleep.