<div class="floatleft">(http://www.whatsonxiamen.com/ent_images/6565_5.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>James Braithwaite<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Engineer<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Shuttle en-route to Pioneer / Pioneer main cabin.<br/><strong>Date:  </strong><br/><hr/><br/>He was happy that the dog and pony show was done with. Now they could get down to business. Well, start to get down to business. 95% of the launch was down to Tranquility Control. Powers just had to confirm they were pointed in the right direction for TMI (Trans Mars Injection), hit the Main Engine Start button, and they were on their way. A none-interruptible six hour burn that would be their ticket to Mars. Any problems with the burn and they were already out of the range of outside help. They, or at least Pioneer, would be going to Mars come what may.<br/><br/>As it happened, he was the last out of the shuttle. He waited for some of the others to take their assigned stations and he took his behind, and to the right, of Powers. His Ops Board was all green. The engines were spun up to pre-firing levels, and all other systems were nominal.<br/><br/>He leaned over to Powers. "OK ? Now this is all as we discussed and trained for. No heroics, no unnecessary manual control, no 'loop the loops', just boring old TMI. You good with that ?" he knew she was. She might be a little headstrong, but in a pinch he'd take headstrong to indecisive. He briefly laid his hand on her shoulder. Just gently, an indication he had every faith in her. They all did.<br/><br/>"Give Tranquility two minutes to fuss some more, and then what do you say we quit this town ?"<br/>