Cuban Pete decided to skip the formalities of exploring this dungeon, unaware that such a thing had already happened. Arming the short-range mining lasers, Pete's pod carved a nice hole in the ceiling of the fortress and flew in.

Now suspended a good several yards above the arena, Cuban Pete managed to get a good look at what he would be facing: one moderately-armed hostile and the group of gullible chumps he had seen besieging this guy's castle. With a heat in his heart and a spring in his step, he hopped over to the ChemDispenser.

In one bottle, he mixed 7 cc's each of Ethanol, Water, and Sugar, and 21 cc's of Chlorine. The bottle bubbled ominously, creating an ominous-smelling bottle of Chloral Hydrate (and 7 cc's of liquid Sugar). In another bottle, he placed 7 cc's each of Potassium and Phosphorous. The solution on its own would do nothing, but would release a significant amount of smoke if mixed with Sugar. Cuban Pete carefully placed both the bottles far away from each other on the counter. An accidental mixing at this time would be catastrophic.

Cuban Pete, his heart beating faster and faster, paced over to a small table next to the kitchen. On it was a simple Timer/Igniter Assembly slapped on a small metal canister, the very beginning of a grenade. Setting the Timer to a rather generous 5 seconds, he took it over to the ChemDispenser's counter. He gingerly placed both bottles inside the canister. When the Timer/Igniter was activated, it would destroy both bottles, causing an immediate chemical reaction. Then, all he would need was for his target to breathe in... and the day would be Cuban Pete's! Laughing maniacally (given his mute status, this mostly involved him juddering wildly while wheezing), he opened the door to his escape pod.

Taking a Tracking Beacon from the workbench, he threw it out of the pod, where it clattered against the hard floor of the tower. His master plan was almost complete. Now, he just needed for that group down below to be distracted...