<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Mars_test.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Lt Colonel Louise Cotter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Hanger</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>A very naughty Major</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Heading for brunch.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>I blushed as the cheaky bitch broadcast a sound recording of my climax, and retaliated with a security video taken in my office back on Earth, of her bent over my knee, bare bottom reddening as my right hand landed repeatedly on it. There was no sound on the vid file and I had deliberately slowed it down so every jiggle and ripple of her flesh was visible. "You want to watch those recordings, lover, they get everywhere!"<br/><br/>I took my helmet off, my nostrils assaulted by the tang of ozone as the oxygen caught in the Martian dust baked out of it in the warm atmosphere of the hangar. I enjoyed the kiss and assured Laura that I would be more careful in future. "But the point is, sweetheart, that we have the technology to survive that. The civs don't, which is why I was last one in and you were waiting for me in the lock".<br/><br/>We headed down to decon, and waited patiently while T-Rex vacuumed all the orange dust off our suits. Everything in the hangar was designed to survive in the dust, but elsewhere in the base there were things that the fine red particles would seriously screw up.<br/><br/>Just then, my implant pinged a message into my field of vision.<br/><br/><em>Commander, we have a little situation with the reactor. When you have time, meet me at the control room.</em>It came from Lena Holtzman. I remembered her message from the night before, and wondered if this could be related. A<em>little</em>situation?<br/><br/>I sent back:<em>No situation is little if it concerns fissionable material. I'll be getting some breakf- uh, make that brunch, and then I'll join you.</em>I didn't bother over-thinking the mistake, it got the point across that I was starving. Even base commanders need to eat.<br/><br/>I stripped my suit off and hung it in a locker in the suiting room, pulling on my pretty red and pink combat fatigues, talking softly to Laura as I did. "I just got a message from Holtzman. She says there's a 'little situation' - her words - with the reactor. I don't know about you, sweet, but I'm starved, so i suggest we get some brunch first and then get back to work, okay?"<br/><br/>And with that, I headed for the main dome and the dining room.