<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h242/jenna_sheffield/Elliquiy/MarsColonyHeadshot.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Dr. Katelynn Royse</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Aboard the Tilt-Rotor</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>The Whole Gang</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Sitting in her seat on the Tilt-Rotor</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Well...I'll have a look in a few minutes and see what's what.  Then we can start working on getting it sorted and fixed," Royse offered up.  She stepped back out of the doorway and headed towards the airlock.  Spotting a tool kit, she snagged it to go along with her tablet....and then stepped into the small room that would let her outside without decompressing the aircraft's cabin.  Stepping out onto the Martian soil was always something of a thrill for the redheaded doctor.  Granted it was something she'd be doing for the rest of her life...but actually walking around outside reinforced that they were on an entirely different planet.  She took in the view for a moment....then set off to begin her inspections.  As they feared, the landing gear were pretty mangled....but, assuming they could get back in the air, that wouldn't be of too much concern until they made it back to the colony's LZ.  So for now she ignored it as unimportant and headed on towards the engine.<br/><br/>Once she was under the wing, she located the inspection port and pulled the interface cable out.  She snapped it into the port on her tablet and began to access the computer's log on the engine sensors.  As the Colonel had indicated....the engine had been running hot...and the pressure seemed a bit high.  Putting her tablet into a diagnostic mode, the computer began testing everything on the telemetry and software side looking for faults.  As complex as the Tilt-Rotor was, the diagnostics would take a while.  Then Kate set the computer down and reached back into the inspection port.  She twisted a knob inside and a series of hand holds snicked out from the side of the fuselage....forming a ladder she could use to climb up on top.  Shouldering the tool kit, she began the slow trip up top.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she pulled herself over the top and stood up.  Her boots thumped on the metal skin as she moved out onto the wing to take a look at the engine itself.