Operating in tandem, now, which means I will try to keep everything more or less logical and readable. Here is:

SEP-011, Prologue.

Astronaut Charlie Davis rolled up his sleeves as the compressor turbines spooled down, and he took a moment to regard the awesomely hellish heat he felt soaking through the clear canopy above him, permeating straight through his visored helmet and flight suit. He set the parking brake as he blew out an irritated sigh, triggered the canopy...