<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e4/Micah_Armstrong.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong> </td></tr></tbody></table>Micah Armstrong<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Emerging from the shuttle craft, approaching the base.<br/><strong>With:</strong>1st team.<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Being amazed....Another planet!<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Micah strummed his fingers in excitement... All those years... All that training. It was finally time. He checked the meterological reports one last time, all clear. He felt a spark of adrenaline shoot down his spine as the metallic shuttle bay doors opened, and he slowly emerged. He stepped down the gangplank behind the others, and then onto the martian soil itself.<br/><br/>As he felt his feet touch the ground he couldn't help but gasp, reaching down to pick up a handfull of the martian soil, letting the fine sand spill between his fingers. This was real. It was really real. He heard the commanders words and let out a loud woop in agreement "Touchdown!". He turned to the camera mounted on the shuttle, raising his fingers in a fist of triumph.<br/><br/>He saw the commander straying to the grave-marker and crouching down. It was a sobering reminder of what happened if things went wrong. Everyone knew the story of the disasterous mission, although only she would be able to say what really happened; Micah averted his eyes, focussing on getting into the dome.<br/><br/>He watched the airlock door open, stepping onto the metal flooring with a heavy clank. This was his new home. Probably for the rest of his life. A sudenly daunting prospect. From now on he was Colonist #23 Micah Armstrong.