As she strode towards the craft, Caitlin was the very image of dedicated professionalism. Save for a little swagger in her step, she seemed calm, level-headed, professional and determined. Inside was another matter; the pilot practically bubbling over with hysterical, girlish glee.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help it, and it was all she could do to put a lid on it. Caitlin knew that she was the best of pilot on the face of the planet, able to handle any aircraft that she sat behind the wheel of with amazing grace and ability. Being selected for the Mars mission was merely the proof of that. The UN knew that it would take an incredibly skilled pilot to pull this off, which was why they’d turned to her.<br/><br/>And Caitlin was going to be the one who would take them to mars. Her! She could see it now, her name in the History books alongside other great explorers…<em>Marco Polo; Christopher Columbus; James Cook; Neil Armstrong… Cailtin Powers. Awesome ring to it.</em>It was almost like the world was going out of its way to acknowledge her awesomeness.<br/><br/>The only downside? She’d have nothing to do for fourty-four days. Still, it’d be worth it for just the excitement of that one moment.<br/>