"Forget cheap, this stuff is ancient." Robin threw a small claw hammer out of the pod to skid along the floor, shaking his head and glowering at the controls in front of him as if they'd personally offended him. And they had. He kept the pliers and the screwdriver he found, hooking the cover panel back in place and starting to return the screws to their proper position. "They'll be easy enough to fly - pitch, roll, yaw, all the normal stuff. The controls aren't sensitive at all though so you're going to have to put most of your upper body strength into moving it around, which at least means people aren't gonna fly off into nothing if they hit them on accident. But all the programming and equipment in these is from the late 80s - if I had more time I could hack something together to let us slave them all to one program and control them from in here, but we don't have any sort of central control system here and the programming languages I know are too advanced for their processors."