Cuban Pete's pod rocked as it landed, knocking him to his feet. When he got up, he heard *something* banging on the roof. Thinking quickly, he emptied out a nearby spray-bottle and squeaked over to the ChemDispenser. The device was rather silly for something that held so many different chemicals, looking more like a soda fountain than a piece of sensitive equipment. 

He filled the bottle with one third liquid Oxygen, one third liquid Silicon, and one third Hydrogen Monoxide. Swishing it around to dilute the ingredients, the bottle's contents grew thick and foamy. Brandishing his bottle of fresh Space Lube, Cuban Pete was confident that, whatever came through at him, he would be able to slip it. From then, the battle was *his*.

With a sly grin, he opened the only entrance to the pod, spritzed a thick, lubey coating on the floor just in front of it, and hid behind the ChemDispenser. If this was a smart creature, it'd take the bait. If it wasn't, he'd just have to wait for the lube to dry before going out and hunting for it, personally.