Half-crumpled and sputtering sparks, your ship is pulled through the nigh-endless tunnels. The vessel slams into the wall with each bend, a reverberating clang signalling each dent or break.
Clang.
The fuel tanks cave in.
Smash.
The computer's droning warnings cease; you barely have time to celebrate the silence before..
Crunch!
The entire ship groans with the impact, the passenger seat is skewered by myriad shards of shattered glass and durasteel, you subconsciously recoil.. knowing how close that was to being you.
As cracks dance across the windshield, you reach for the respirator. It clasps over your mouth just in time, as water from the outside rapidly begins to spill in.
You're unsure how much longer the ship will last, and being inside it when it does fully crumple doesn't sound pleasant to say the least. Gaze darting around in a frenzy, you resolve to.
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