Ulysses was running as fast as possible, with his tools of the trade strapped right on him.  The good news was that the combat engineer was far from claustrophobic.  How was it possible that the Providence suddenly turned on the allied ship?  Was it hijacked by malcontents?  There was no time to ask questions.  Cramming himself into a pod, Ulysses wondered who was on the Providence.  Lots of money was spent on defense.  The last thing he'd want was to be stuck with crazy folk he wouldn't trust with sticks and stones.

Eventually Ulysses was able to secure a seat into the nearby escape pod.  He stayed silent and hoped for the best.  If it was faulty repairs, the mission would have ended in distaster anyway and the man would have nothing to blame but himself.  Ulysses was surprisingly stoic during this time, as he hoped that the matter will be handled professionally.  No time to lose anyway.