Name: Captain Strife
US Army
Skills: Nuclear Technology, Construction
Strange member of team, Strife. The Air Force puke who had been scheduled to fly started . . . puking (heh). At the last moment before launch, NASA decided to send whoever was available as opposed to messing up their careful time schedule (especially with cooperative weather). Thankfully, Strife was perfectly qualified for the operation.
He had spent most of the flight watching his reactor. Sealed up in its own, reenforced section, it stayed inactive, but with enough uranium for several years of operation nearby. There hadn't been a bunk for the poor soldier onboard. Strife had settled down into the safer of his two sections, where the construction stuff was stored. Not much space, but Strife didn't mind having just a sleeping bag and depleted Uranium for a bed (yea zero-G).
Strife was inside the construction pod when everything went south. All of the scrap metal stayed put for impact, Strife had welded most of it down. The reactor pod had seperated and crashed somewhere else, sadly. Being reenforced, like the construction section, Strife hoped that it had survived. Otherwise, there a fair chunk of mars might be irradiated.
Strife's reentry vehicle was suprisingly well suited for the task at hand. The emergency stuff survived (including Strife's exposure suit), along with some extra stuff he had stashed there. Extra rations and one extra air tank was all that Strife could fit. There was also all of the scrap metal (Aluminum, Titanium, DU) that anyone would need, plus a good selection of tools. Strife also retained his personal effects: Strife's real uniform (ABU's + trenchcoat), some survival gear (lighter and stuff), and a couple of Strife's favorite books.
Dazed, but unharmed, Strife attempted to collect his thoughts . . .
((PS: Darn you for raising the points that I had thought about PTTG!))