<div class="floatleft">(http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/01/03/2/1331/13311615/22/jessica-simpson-army-070503-1.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Amber "V" Valentine</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Level 1 Habitat</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Here to system error with a habitat door and another system error with the environment settings</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Yay programming...Amber thought as the doors open...The air was stale and cold in the hallway. She rolled her eyes thinking of how angry everyone was going to be since the HVAC systems were flexing their idiot cards. Designed to need very little in the way of maintenance, too bad the programmer wanted this thing to have the occasional hiccup. Like they always say, the machines only do what they are supposed to. She stepped out of the elevator pad and took a few steps, checking her messages to make sure the Colonel hadn't sent anything out. Amber knew that the mother ship wasn't far from leaving, so if anything was needed from a spare pilot, she would probably be needed.  There were 4 or 5 on this station already though...can't ever have enough pilots she guessed.<br/><br/>Seeing no messages she looked back at the tablet...a series of goose bumps ran over her. 3 to be exact because she counted...the air had finally gotten to her...her fatigues were unzipped in the front and the top half was off with the arms wrapped around her waist (see picture for effect; exchange the american flag colors for a light gray, slightly less bikini look on her D cup breasts). Her nipples hardened as they made their way up and down her. She shook and started down the hall...biting her bottom lip as she searched the tablet for which habitat door was having the intermittent issues.