After the random guy ...floated... up to the interior with Link, the N1-L3 caught something out of the corner of its camera's vision. It turned the camera, looking for the phenomenon. Nothing. [i]"That was odd, I could have sworn- wait a minute, what? Nothing's there. Why did I even do that?"[/i] it thought. 

The avionics slammed back to useful information.

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Altitude: 0m
Ground Speed: 0m/s
Air Speed: 0m/s
Vertical Speed: 0m/s
Attitude - Pitch: 90; Yaw: 0; Roll: 0
[Block A ready to fire]
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Apparently portaling to a different universe reset the staging sequence, because the N1-L3 was whole again, comfortably upright and caught in gravity's clutches. Whatever the ground was made of, it apparently could stand up to the weight of a rocket without caving in. Which was good, on the whole. Strangely, the interiors of the LOK and LK modules were still gravity-free. That would have bothered the N1-L3 more if those pumps and tanks weren't designed to be operated in zero-g anyway. But mostly it was happy to have a horizon again, even if it was a grainy, low-res horizon.

Annoying, chirpy piccolo music played from everywhere. It segued into a generic adventure-like theme for a bit, and then - oh, God, no - looped back to the high-pitched chirpy piccolo intro.

[b]"Well, then. I may have to murder those piccolos at some point. And, uh, maybe you guys should look out a porthole or something, 'cause welcome to 8-bit land,"[/b] the N1-L3 transmitted.