Sumalee spied the wide smile on her associate's face and couldn't help but share in her jubilee.  They were going to Mars...MARS!  This was going to be so bad ass!<br/><br/>Hoshi was brilliant, the Civil Engineer of the crew, and her sparring partner on enough occasions due to their mutual love for Martial Arts...and the release they got from hard fighting.  They'd bonded further through their close age and similar cultures, and over sex and their competitive natures.  But when it came down to it, the team had a mission and they had each others back through many of the simulations during training.<br/><br/>Sumalee dropped her head back as she felt the shuttle take a turn and her eyes glanced around at the others.  They were an attractive crew no doubt.  If the fate of mankind rested on this bunch, there would at least be a great gene pool to draw from.  The men were Caucasian which if she was honest, were the type of men she was most attracted to.  Maybe that old adage that women go after men like their father was true.  Her's being Australian, she was drawn to fairer men.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted over to Caitlin, their main pilot who Sumalee would be co-pilot for when needed or relief for when Caitlin had to rest.  An American who was pretty bad ass too and looked like she could kick your ass but in a beautiful way.  They had all trained together, should know how each other will react in different scenarios and who would do what when the time came to make that final landing on Mars and the hard work began.  But in a sense, she didn't know them all that well at all.  Their primary focus, their lives were completely consumed to culminate to this day.  Guess 44 days of open space with few other companions would lead to some more familiarity with each other.