Later...
One of Upchuck's lieutenants hurried through the twisty passages of their home base. He was headed for Upchuck's headquarters. Normally you never hurried there - unless you had to - but the lieutenant had good news. He wanted to be the first to share it.
Upchuck was alone at his desk. He looked up and glared at the lieutenant, who saluted. "Sir!"
"What is it?" said Upchuck impatiently.
"Guybrush Threepwood has just been spotted."
Upchuck's eyes opened wide and lost their bleary haze.
"He's headed for Pael," said the second lieutenant. "Going very slowly. At the rate he's going, it's about two hours away."
Upchuck stood up and started to pace the floor. "How many ships do we have nearby?" he asked.
The lieutenant had checked this before coming. "Forty are within four hours' flight."
"I want them assembled into a fleet," said Upchuck. "We are attacking Pael immediately. Alert all our fighters. I want that space station pulverized.
Guybrush and Wally were in the flight cabin, and the grey sphere of Pael
floated ahead of them in the viewscreen.
"It doesn't look very big," said Wally.
"That's cause we haven't got very close yet. By the time we reach the hangar opening, it'll be the biggest thing you've ever seen."
"You've been here before?" said Wally.
"Once," said Guybrush.
"So what makes you think they're going to let us in?"
"Two things. One, this is a different ship. Two, we're only travelling at twenty percent speed, and nobody in their right mind could possibly consider us a threat." Guybrush checked a few controls. "Okay, I think we're in communications range. Wally, open up a comm link."
Wally pressed a few buttons.
Guybrush leant forward and spoke into a microphone. "Pael flight control, requesting permission to land."