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Sir Uberschwanz spent as much time as the crew would allow, in the nerve center of the craft.
He had pretty much glued himself to the side of Science Officer Kingpole, asking endless questions.

He was fascinated with the fact that there were no visible means to control the craft.
A command was spoken and it was carried out.
The flat surfaces, when touched, would bring up an image in front of the face that you could put your hand through.
Finally Science Officer Kingpole, tired of the endless questions that he couldn't explain, in any terms that Sir Uberschwanz could understand, had asked him to return to the cargo hold. He said to inform the other Knights that they would be landing within the hour and to dress themselves in their armor.

Sir Bret and Sir Stillwantmore begun removing the funny, white packing that the armor and weapons had been transported in and passed them out.

Doctor Sweety stuck her head in the hold and said, "We will be on the planet Nib is just a few minutes... Oh, I see that you are putting on your armor. An envoy from King Robert is waiting and you will want to look your finest." Sir Stud said, "Hey Doc, ya'll always look your best, Wanna play Doctor?"