Bridge Tharsis shimmers into view in the pilot's chair, many of the ship's control systems lighting up on the boards. "Mr Tharsis," says Sam glancing towards the pilot's chair. "According to your own data, we're ready to head out." Tharsis nods. "All systems go. Fuel tanks are currently topped off." he says as the ship fills with the dull roar of the engines powering up. Sam grins, "How does that feel?" "Great. Nothing like stretching your engines after they've sat for a while." he says with a grin. "Time to spread our wings," nods Sam. "Ask for clearance for takeoff." "Thanks," nods the Commander.