<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>Arriving back in the main hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Everyone still in the main hangar (Most folks I think)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Looking pleased with herself and feeling invincible</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Julie stomped back into the main hangar, the big bulky environment suit looking more than a little ridiculous on her tiny form. She glanced around looking for other members of her department. Didn't see anyone.<br/><br/>Oh well, can't find your head of department you either have to go with your own imitative and look for things that need doing or sit somewhere obvious and wait for orders.<br/><br/>Julie had been ordered back into her suit, from which was possible, yet really, really annoying and time consuming to do any real work. Especially when you are tiny and the suits are quite large and bulky.<br/><br/>So she took up residence for now on top of one of the many crates that had been brought in from the shuttle and took to reading the latest Robert Wilson novel on her suits multi function display mounted on the left forearm while she waited for something to happen. She was several repairs up the day already and the sulphurous smell was definitely going to clear in time.<br/><br/>Then she remembered the threat of a promotion, promotion to what exactly? There wasn't really anything to promote her to, which was a good thing in her opinion. Promotions meant more paper to push around and people to shout at, tended to take you away from the real fun of fixing things.<br/><br/>No, it had to have been one of the C.O.'s little jokes. Julie found herself wondering about the noise on the wire about the C.O. what was true and what as fiction. This was followed by a little shrug, it really didn't matter. There was the work and there were friends to be made and there was leisure hours. What could they do, fire her?<br/><br/>Smiling Julie went back to reading her book. She could, yes, just have uploaded the whole thing directly to her head. Only Julie was of the old fashioned opinion that this wasn't any fun at all and showed a lack of commitment to a piece of work. It was like remotely logging in to a mini-comp to check the diagnostics and logs instead of going over to the device in question and manually inspecting it for damage, wear and tear and signs of impending failure. The sensors were good, yet they didn't have a 'feel' for machines. The 'feel' of things was important to Julie.