<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Sqn Ldr...Major... Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>3-6</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abigail "Abs" Carter. Juliet Franklin.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Reaching his new room.</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Jack continued listening to the meeting, nodding intently as they formulated a plan together. He didn't have much to add, the security team and deputy seemed to be on top of things. Once they had departed, he traveled through the various airlocks. He checked the message from Abs, seeing she had found them both a room. He smiled to her when they arrived, a large chest in his hand carrying all his personal things from the ships. He dropped them at the foot of the bed, smiling softly. "Hey princess, thanks for grabbing us a room, we had a bit of an emergency down in the science block."<br/><br/>He turned to the other girl in the room. "and you are..." He paused for a moment, searching his mind. "Oh! Juliet... I remember having to sign in your records before we left." He smiled to her. "I didn't see you in Antartica very often." He placed the helmet down on the bed, stripping off the environmental suit slowly. Beneath the suit he wore a tight, white vest and a pair of combat trousers. He had clearly lost nothing of his figure though he was now well into his mid thirties. "Major Jack Monroe" He said in a friendly tone his strange accent carried off well, introducing himself; although the new ranking system still rankled with him slightly. Once Abi was dressed he picked her up with his one good arm, giving her a peck on the cheek. On mars she weighed less than a small girl, he grinned to himself...this could be interesting. "Whats the plan for this evening then?" He said, absently holding his bad arm across his chest. The entire length of the limb was a mess of scar tissue, he always tried to keep it hidden when  he was out in public.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/Micah_Armstrong.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Micah Armstrong</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>1-7</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Alone</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Moving into his room</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Micah dropped off the last of the supplies to their relevant areas, then set off to his room. He picked one on the first floor he arrived at, not particularly minding where he slept. He'd get to meet everyone around the base soon enough anyway. He touched his thumb to the door control, locking it as his room. He entered, locking the door behind him. He sighed, stretching out before stripping off his suit. He grinned as the feeling of calm sank into him. He was here. He let out a woop! Before he began to laugh hysterically, jumping into his bed.