<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>Lowest level of the Maintenance and Engineering section, primary life support equipment room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Possibly Abs (was waiting for the player to post, became bored, sorry will edit as necessary)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Swearing at machines till they decide to behave themselves</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Franklin? This is Command Six", I replied, slightly irritated, and using my civilian call sign. "Weren't you told to stay in the garage? What the fuck are you doing down there? ... Atmosphere is within tolerances. If you're fixing the scrubbers, then I'll take back my reprimand, it smells like bad eggs. Most likely a leak in one of the sulphur based scrubs. Fix it and I'll promote you on the spot!"</em><br/><br/>There was just the hint of a giggle before the comm was cut.<br/><br/>Julie nodded to herself. "Yup. One of those days."<br/><br/>She took a few minutes to strip off the suit and change into  normal clothes that she had brought stored in the suits thigh pouches. You couldn't wear too much in one of the suits. It was cold in the basement, yet she was used to that having been aboard ship over half her life.<br/><br/>She then turned to the bank of machines, nodded, turned back to one of the bank of tool closets behind her, selected a pair of mutitools and a multimeter and turned to have a look at the scrubbers, which were of course right up the other end of the room. "She's right though. It does smell bad."<br/><br/>Ten minutes later Julie had found the problem. One of the baffles had blown and taken several non return valves with it. This had bypassed a good portion of the sulphur scrubber entirely. It looked like it had just happened, a result of the sudden change in state and temperature from firing the whole place up straight from deep cold. "Would be useful to warm the room up first of course, but does anyone think of these things? Do they hell." Muttering wasn't however going to replace the baffle or reset the valves. Julie headed back to the supplies on the shelves next to the tool lockers and then grabbed the tools she would need before heading back.<br/><br/>The actual repair went fairly quickly, she took a little extra time to change out the filter, clean and re-grease all the parts of the device and prime the cartridges before correcting the routing issue. An hour of maintenance was better than a day and a half or more of cure after all.<br/><br/>She then watched the thing cycle for a good five minutes, looking for signs of early failures. If she had somehow messed up this was the time it would show.<br/><br/>Finally satisfied she keyed her com again, "Maintenance - Franklin - Sulphur scrubber is fully re-engaged, should take a while but the air should clear. Moving on to look at other failures in minor systems down here."<br/><br/>Collecting up every tool and every part that she had replaced, Julie moved back to one of the small workbenches and left the stuff there while she wandered off to look at some of the other pieces of kit that were showing no lights, red lights or orange lights.<br/><br/>"Hello pump. What's your issue then eh?"<br/><br/>Julie tended to talk while she worked, and if there wasn't a flesh and blood living soul around to converse with, a one way conversation with a pump was better than nothing...<br/><br/>She ran the minicomputer on the pump through its diagnostics and everything checked out fine. Not that then. Shutting the thing down completely she unlatched and lifted the main case and had a look inside. Everything looked fine there, nothing untoward, she manually cycled the main piston and its action was smooth, uninterrupted and well lubricated.Which thought brought a smile to her face...  There was no obvious wear beyond what would be expected and normal.<br/><br/>The main case closed again, re-latched, she used her implant to log into the minicomputer and uploaded the full fault diagnostics to her implant. The only failure appeared to be this one, otherwise it had functioned fine without maintenance since its installation. The key phrase there to Julie's mind being 'without maintenance'. Still, it did appear to be in good order.<br/><br/>"You are fine, stop messing about." She told the pump in a world weary tone, and re-booted the minicomp that ran it. The pump was back up and running a few moments later. Computer problem. The mechanics were fine. Typical.<br/><br/>And so the day wore on. Within an hour and a half Julie had all bar two of the machines in the room going again. Of the other two one had not been properly winterized before it had been shut down and abandoned and part of the casing had cracked under pressure. The on board sensors had reported the error and shut it down immediately to prevent possible catastrophic failure. The other was a small and extremely recalcitrant pump that fed one of the carbon filters. Neither were vital and could wait. It was time to head back upstairs and see how much trouble she was in for trying to do her job. That thought brought a smile to her face. There were persistent rumours about the sorts of 'trouble' young women would find themselves in with the CO.