<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>Wing Commander Louise Cotter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Mission Commander's Quarters</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Difficult, nay, life changing, decisions...</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"What to wear, what to wear, damnit!"<br/><br/>I pulled clothes out of my bags and shook my head. Emigrating to another country is one thing. You can pop back on a plane for anything you've left behind. But sixty four and a half million kilometres was a long way to go to pick up your clean laundry...<br/><br/>Not casual. I was on duty and quite likely to be pulling rank. So a uniform. Dress blues? Nope, too showy. I didn't even know why I'd brought them. BDU's? Meh... And then I pulled out the perfect suit. Martian camouflage.  What possible use it could be as camouflage I had not got a clue, because it would stand out like a sore thumb in the base's corridors, and wearing it on the Martian surface was - well, totally idiotic.<br/><br/>But right here, right now, it was exactly what I needed to create the right impression. I slipped the pants on, pulled the jacket on, noting with a laugh that the insignia on the shoulder was that of a Lt Colonel. Then I pulled on the forage cap and looked at my self in the mirror. Perfect. The blotchy red, orange and pink pattern actually looked cool. I buckled on my side-arm, just for show, and headed to the science block (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148924.msg6760382#msg6760382).