When the pod rocks to a sudden and quite unexpected stop you share a look with your copilot. It took some measure of force to turn your head against the seat's constricting padding, but you finally managed the angle it takes to meet Janice's eyes. "Something's wrong," you voice what you see in her exalted expression. "The altimeter still reads us as 35 meters."
"It's laser based, it can't be wrong, unless..." Dr. Betty Conchlin, the science officer, unstraps herself and stand up to her full height dwarfing her male crew members still contained in their child sized seats. "Hey," you cry, "I didn't give the order to unfasten, stay in your seat until..." "We're stuck on something."
'What insubordination,' you think, appalled at the core of your military bearing. 'Was stature truly so important, his height in no way affected his rank.' "Report, Doctor." You decide to bring up the matter when everyones lives aren't hanging...
"Oh my God, we're hanging from a building." 'Dramatic, but to the point.' Janice unstraps and gets up before you can order her to stop and the entire craft shifts under her 'giantess' weight. Everyone flinches as the pod sways like an unsteady pendulum.
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