<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Staff Sergeant Mark Bollan <strong>(NPC)</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Near the shuttle hard-stand.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Julie Franklin, Other civilian PCs and NPCs assigned to his group.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Organising the civilians.</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/>Sergeant Bollan was probably as awed by being on another world as everyone else. The only one who'd been here before was the CO, after all. He watched with surprise as the commander knelt by the gravestone and listened to her words with a lump in his throat. The deceased was her lover? Bummer! But it wasn't his place to make anything of it. His job was to organise a bunch of civs and get them safely into the base.<br/><br/>He turned to the group gathering around him, giving an answering grin through the clear faceplate to the madly grinning pretty redhead. The boss's words came over the open channel and he took that as an order. "Okay folks, lets get the ship unloaded and get inside. The radio channel was erupting with chatter and he sighed. Bloody civs with no radio discipline. "My group, switch to channel four. He hoped that they would all remember how to do that using the switches on their chests. No... He had to show a couple of them how. With quiet on the airwaves he sighed with relief. His military suit was still monitoring the command channels, but no special orders were issued after the Security chief's good luck.<br/><br/>"Grab what you can and bring it with you. We've got a lot to do today so no dallying. Oh and be<em>careful</em>. You can lift three times what you could on Earth, because the gravity is three times less. But weight and mass are two different things, am I right?" He looked at the scientists in the group, who nodded. "Something may weigh one third as much but it still has the same mass, which means it has the same momentum", another look at the boffins, another nod. He was reciting this from memory, and was glad it made sense to some of them. "Point being that just because something is falling at a third the speed doesn't mean it wont squash you just as flat, it just means you've got more time to get out of the way. Is that clear? Right let's move"<br/><br/>Bollan grabbed a couple of crates that weighed as much as he did each, lifted them easily, and headed towards the hanger door, red dust puffing around his feet.