Estaban was going solo

The spider pirates rigged out something that looked like it was from a space-biker B movie....an industrial gravity hauler hung all around with missile tubes and gatling sluggers....with strapped on fusion rockets and absolutely useless things like turbine blades and chrome rims....you had to admit it was scary looking anyway....so Estaban loaded on his meager possessions, and a nifty suit of gilded space-armor the pirates had found for him to look impressive in.....and he had gathered up all the corn whiskey and mistletoe extract he could lay his hands on, since his previous adventures in Nether Space had convinced him that these items were essential for maintaining any kind of coherence in the Crazy Zone. They web-whipped his nutty vehicle towards Xanadu....and in due time he found the whole kitandkaboodle falling into atmosphere, the overworked gravatrons whining about all the junk they were trying to carry, the heat shielding glowing white hot......the surface was coming up too danged fast, looked like....but the airbrakes did deploy in the nick of time, and with a banshee shriek and a cloud of dust the spider idea of a gunboat bounced down onto the stained and flame blasted ancient tarmac of Royal Spaceport, Xanadu.