"Initiate lockdown sequence!" You deliver the order. One of the pilots mans the control panels, counting down from twenty. A frightened crewmate argues "This is a bad idea, captain. What if that giant smashes the ship? If we can't get through the doors, we'll be goners!" He speaks the truth. "I'm doing this as an emergency measure, so he can't get in."
"3...2...1!"
The doors slam shut, grinding into a solid embrace. "Lockdown complete, captain! Nobody enters, nobody leaves."
You turn to the best mechanic you have on the ship. "It's a temporary safety measure, so we can check our situation. What is the damage report?"
The mechanic holds back a critical smile. "Far more than we want, that's for sure. Fuel containment is low. Power supply is critical. If we ever make it off this planet, we won't stand a chance with our life support offline."
"Can it be fixed?"
"I can try, but it'll take some..."
The conversation gets interrupted but a sudden change in vertigo. The entire crew falls to the ground as if victims of a sudden gust of wind. Then, the ship bounces and everyone gets airborne for a second or two. As you get back on your feet, you can feel the entire craft rock back and forth. One nauseous crew-mate loses his lunch, much to the disgust of the others. All the while, a low metal groaning can be heard above them.
"What's going on out there?"
The pilot grabs you and pulls you into the cockpit seat. "Look for yourself!"
Outside you can see bits of metal sliding along like rain on a windshield, but beside that, not much else. However, the sky does bear a strange pattern to it. "Looks like fabric..."
The mechanic panics. "I used some of the emergency power to check the external hull cameras and...well..."
"What?"
"That giant we saw when we crashed," his face turns pale. "He's playing with us."
"What?"
"It looks like he's running the top of the hull between his legs!"
The metal groaning intensifies and you turn ghost white. "But it gets worse, captain. The hull has been badly buckled and ripped in the crash. The more he does this, we'll be skinned alive literally."
A loud clang signals a large fragment of hull slides off the frame - one piece of protection lost. But the giant is just getting started as he...
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