Jet powered Rocket Pants

Who: Canazza, Timmy
Where: Garbage Pod Launch bay
When: Some time after I accidentally destroyed one of our own ships with an industrial garbage pod.
Canazza stood in awe at the emptiness of the hanger, in just under half an hour they had deployed 50 industrial sized garbage pods fitted with explosives towards the planetary defences of the planet Earth.
"So," Said Canazza looking up from the console, "What's our death count?"
"Well," Said Timmy, "Well, if you discount the fact we downed two or our own Starbugs, six enemy fighters who had been disabled by someone else's attacks and were stationary at the time and three small asteroids, then we destroyed in total: one space station, which took 10 hits to destroy"
"Not bad"
"Except for the entire pointlessness of the whole exercise" Timmy climbed the staircase and into the control booth, "put a space suit on"
"Why?"
"We're going to the launch bay decks, it's been depressurised"
"Why?"
"I've got an idea" Timmy started for the stairs, "While you were busy with your little missle-fest, I fixed us up a little escape pod"
Canazza got to the bottom of the stairs, the 'escape pod' was no more than an old Zimmer-frame with a harness, a Jet-assisted rocket booster and a throttle/rudder control.
"I'm not getting on that" he squealed, "It looks like a pair of underpants"
"It's our only way off the ship" he said, just as a rather nasty laser bolt came flying in and destroyed the control booth they had been in not two seconds previously
"point taken" Canazza jumped into the pants and grabbed Timmy by the leg, jerking him onto his lap, he fastened the crude seat-belt and familiarised himself with the controls,
"okay," said Timmy, as another bolt fused the bay doors open, "Punch it"
The craft soared out of the bay and headed for one of the space stations
"Uhh... Dude, you're going the wrong smegging way..." Timmy screamed, the radio signal distorting in Canazza's helmet giving him more than a little bit of feedback.
"Your controls are a little unresponsive,"  The now mortally terrified Canazza said, Holding the now detached joystick to the now mortally terrified Timmy.Name: The now mortally terrified Dave Canazza