<strong>Name:</strong>Cailtin Powers<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Pioneer</em>Main Cabin<br/><strong>Date:</strong>January 21, 2052<br/><hr/><br/>Cailtin was half-listening to James as he gave her the zillionth run-down on what<strong>not</strong>to do when they pulled out of dock. She could tell that he was trying to be reassuring and that he just wanted what was best for the mission as a whole, and the funny thing was that she didn’t mind.<em>Fact is, he knows what I could do with this thing,</em>she told herself, which was a strange reassurance in and of itself.<em>He knows what I can do and just how awesome I am. And besides, he’s cute, so it’s a good enough reason to let him do it.</em><br/><br/>“See thing is, James.” She offered as she stepped into her acceleration couch, looking over the control layout. “Pulling out like this? It’s at the ‘trained monkey’ stage of easy job. I could do this in my sleep.” She smirked. “Fun part is, though, that I could make this ship sing. I could make it sit up and beg for its supper. I could do all that and more without even trying.” She grinned. “Buuut I won’t, because there’s going to be a lot of people who would not be amused if I did, saying the least.”<br/><br/>“Besides, I don’t wanna do anything that would jeprodise the real fun.” Her grin now had an anticipatory hunger to it. “And that’s landing on Mars. Nobody’s taking that from me.”<br/>