Mr. Carlson already was awake when the pilot was yelling.  "Settle down.  This could have been worse!"    At least they made it in one piece.  Right now would be a good time to briefly recuperate to think tactically.  Who knows what was truly going on in the Providence?  One theory that formulated in his head was that perhaps the crew had gone mad.  The ship could have been hijacked prior to investigations, but that had a slim chance.  Either way, the mission took priority over rumination.  Ulysses wasn't too badly injured, given that he attempted to shield himself during the less than graceful landing entry.  He also used his knowledge to release himself from the seat.  The technopath knew what to do.

Ulysses regrouped with his allies in order to discuss Plan B.  "Agreed; we need to plan out our next move."