<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Sqn Ldr Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td> Leaving the pilot's seat, traveling down to the hab dome.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> First crew</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Landing!</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Jack climbed out of the pilots chair as the shuttle pod landed down. His hands clammy, he had to force himself to pull away from the console. He had never carried such a valuable cargo. He step down into the shuttles debarkation area, pressing through the group in his orange military suit to find his lover. He had a powerful grin on his face, taking hold of her shoulders and spinning her round. He pressed his faceplate against hers, pressing the button on her suit to put her in a private comm channel. "Another world Abs! Another freaking world!" He tapped the plexi-glass bubbles protecting their faces against each other playfully. "We're here."<br/><br/>The gangplank opened to the martian soil, and Jack took the hand of his lover, as best he could through the thick gloves, giving it a tight squeeze before moving up to meet the commander. He still had a job to do, he could meet with her later. With a mixture of trepidation and excitement he stepped out onto the alien soil, his eyes looking up into the heavens, the vibrant pink sky mesmerising him.<br/><br/>He saw the commander go to touch the grave marker, and raised a hand to the glass, closing his eyes for a moment in remembrance, and prayer. Everyone knew what had happened there, and that the commander had some kind of attachment to the one buried here. Once she had been given her moment Jack moved along side her, moving up to the cargo bay doors. He had a holographic projector built into the suit arm, displaying the list of resources brought on the shuttle pod. He mentally ticked off each item as it was carried through,<em>the thing that gets forgotten is the thing that gets you killed.</em><br/><br/>He switched to the command channel. "Commander, that's everything ma'am." The thick southern English accent ringing across the radio waves. He then switched back to the main channel. "All those taking equipment to the science block, follow me, thats the medical, research and agricultural staff. Switch your comms to channel 3." Jack was the last one in before the airlock was sealed behind them. Maintenance and engineering block (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148833.msg=6746158#msg6746158).