<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v137/Celede_sd/Sumalee2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sumalee Voclain<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Weapons/Security/Co-pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge of Pioneer<br/><strong>Date:</strong>January 21st, 2052<br/><hr/><br/>Sliding into the co-pilot seat, Sumalee carefully ran through her checks.  They'd gone through this hundreds of times in simulations, different scenarios, preparing for anything but the expectation was that everything would go off without a hitch.  The technology was there that when everything fired up and all the coordinates laid in, they really didn't have to do much but sit back and let it all happen.  There were a few more minutes until they would enter the optimal window for launch.  She heard Braithwaite words and looked over at Caitlin for a moment.  Then she turned back to her own control panel.<br/><br/>No doubt everyone's adrenaline was running high.  Sumalee took a steadying breath and shifted in her STARS suit before tugging on the harness of her seat.  She looked out at the vast space before them and said a silent prayer.  Couldn't hurt.