Location: The cockpit of the survey vessel 13235-G
"Aw heck..." Axon sveared loudly and turned the internal communication on;
"Strap yourself down back there Doc, this is going to be a rough landing!" seconds later a voice replied through the communicator;
"I am an ethologist, NOT a doctor! And besides..."
"I don't give a Omic what you are! Strap yourself down NOW!"
The cockpit shock violently and Axon fought hard to keep their descend under control.
"What are you doing to the ship you maniac?" the communicator shouted at him.
"Shut up and let me drive!" Axon yelled into the com.
The ship was now seriously out of controll and was spinning around in at least three different directions. The viewscreen shifted constantly from space to a dangerously close planet.
The cockpit door opened and Zhix, Axons Kratok employer, stumbled in and strapped himself into the seat behind him.
"What happened?" he asked
"We are about to die horribly!"
"Oh... So the usual situation then!" Zhix replied again.
Axon pushed some butons on the left side of the cockpit and a monitor warned that the shield was down.
"What are you doing now" Zhix was now rather nervous about the situation.
"We are going to hit the planet in two minutes... the engines have set out and we have one last way of surviving; The Flan-Cron maneuver!"
What the heck is that?"
"A pilot named Flan Cron was attempting to crash land on a planet like this his maneuver involved closing down all unnecessary systems and diverting all power to the shield and the Inertia dampeners! right before he hit the ground, thus surviving!"
"And It worked?"
"Not really, he died in a enormous explosion, but there has to be a first for everything, right?"
Zhix did not even have time to say his opinion of this insane plan before...
"Alright, here goes; Shield UP!"
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