Namek
The Elites ignore the assistants aggressive behaviour until they nearly reach the planet. When they're only a lightyear away from the planet. The Elite leader stands up and motions to one of the other Elites. The Elite clamps his hand over the assistants mouth and puts pressure on his neck, so that the assistant must stop struggling or he will choke himself.
Another Elite jams a helmet over the Assistant's head, while the last one puts the spacesuit on him quickly before he breaks out of the grip of the Elite. They do this in a matter of seconds. The Elite leader nods then stands up and says,
"Men, it's too dangerous to walk on the planet and we can't land on there. We're going to have to Jet-pack down and hover over the surface of the planet. The Assistant over here will have his Jet-pack controlled by the transport gunner. We may have to swing him into some ice spikes to shut up him"
The leader looks over to James "Have you had experience with Jet-packs?"
James nods
"Good. Now someone switch off the hearing on the Assistant's helmet. Oh and his microphone. Everyone else, seal your suits and put on the jet-packs"
One of the Elites adjusts the assistants helmet. The assistant tries to swat the Elite's hand away, but a different Elite attaches the assistant's jet-pack to him and grabs his hands. The assistant can't hear anything or be heard. The Elite ties his hands to the defunct jet-pack controls (which now function as restraints)
The transport shudders. It's left the warp jump. A voice is heard through the ship
"Approaching Atmosphere in 20 seconds"
"15 seconds"
"10"
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
The door opens and two of the Elites leap out. The hissing of rocket thrusters can be heard, although it's rather quiet because of the lack of atmosphere. James jumps out, then one of the Elites turns to the assistant. He turns the hearing of the assistant back on for a minute
"Get a move on and jump outta the door before I push you out!"