<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Lt_Laura_Alicia_Hicks.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Major Laura Hicks (MSF)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Main Dome, "Mess Hall"</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Whoever</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Getting some fuel for the engine</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Major Laura Hicksmade her way to the line waiting to pick up the universaly unappealing plastic tray and repressed a sigh at the selection of food. It wasn't that she was disappointed; both ships at sea as well as space offered much the same  sort of things... particular submarines... and she had prided herself on being able to eat anything from ants to zebra if she needed  to... Although she usually drew the line at cats of any kind.... it was a workout just chewing the tough meat and it didn't matter how much tobasco sauce you put on it, it still tasted something like shoe leather peppered with road tar. But, her days of living off of what the land provided were in the past in that regard. No rats, no cats and thank the heavens, no snakes... although she liked snake well enough.... tasted like chicken.<br/><br/>She picked up a bowl of oatmeal, two slices of fresh bread, a tab of butter and what would pass for coffee for a land-lubber. She'll miss coffee, she thought.<br/><br/>With her very late breakfast in hand, she turned and made her way to a table. She could still see a number of people sprinkling a facility designed for over 100 and chose a place to sit. "Good morning." she said and smiled. "How do you like Mars?"<br/>