Cuban Pete had stayed in the doorway to the escape pod, attempting to relieve himself of much of the shock of such a place. Unfortunately, it availed him not at all. Instead, Cuban Pete nearly fainted, falling out of the pod face-first. Every action this band of colorful lunatics took drove Cuban Pete's worldview spiraling away; truly, this was not Space Station 13.

When he got up, he noted the way every other person was doing their damnedest to get into that gigantic fortress just a few yards away. *Well,* he thought, *if it's anything like an away mission, there's going to be a whole treasure trove of goodies... and a gateway home. Best to get going, then. Too bad I don't have a way to flyyyyy... yes, I do!* 

Grinning vacantly, he sidled back into the escape pod and started it up. Disengaging the landing gears with a loud **thunk**, the pod took off and hovered lazily above the ground. Somehow, by randomly pressing buttons, Cuban Pete controlled the pod as if it was an extension of his own body. Unfortunately, the pod could only move in straight lines. Fortunately, it could turn on a time. 

After a short series of overshootings and corrections, Cuban Pete and his pod managed to situate themselves just above the fortress. *Alright,* he thought, *Now how do I get inside?*