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HMSS Pangolin Prime Chapter 8

(I'd actually written this ages ago but forgotten to post it, and yes, it is a bit short)


Chapter 8
It was dark, darker than I had expected. I switched on the light for my suit, and visually checked myself, I had avoided the teeth and was totally intact, even if I was inside a space monster. The muscles and sphincters were moving me downwards, towards what I supposed would be its stomach and frankly I would rather not end up in there. I still had my knife, which I then used to latch onto the inside of the monster's throat, and for a short while it continued trying to swallow me, creating a large gouge in the wake of my knife. I could feel the vibrations of it roaring in pain. climbing back up the creature's gullet was no easy feat, but I made it back to the mouth. I looked down at my gear and remembered my jack! This Jack was designed to hold lift doors open during repairs, but it should suffice to hold this creature's mouth open, I know, how convenient eh? I cranked it into position and proceeded to force the mouth open, when it was enough to get my hand out, I used my knife to have at the tentacles, trying to damage them enough so that they would hide and not bother me on my upcoming escape. One of the tentacles tried pushing the Jack out of position, but just ended up getting it wedged even further, I gave it a quick shove and pushed the tentacle against its own teeth, which nearly severed the tentacle in half.
“I AM NOT DYING TODAY!” I shouted at the monster as I clawed my way out of its gullet. I pulled myself from its mouth and gave the tips of the tentacles a jabbing for good measure, and looked for a “weak” spot on the creature. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to have several orifices used for something, it couldn’t be breathing as there was nothing to breath in space. Perhaps it’s for waste disposal.
Either way, I ignited a flare and stuffed it into one of the holes. The creature bucked and shivered, and detached itself from the wall, and shot off into space.
I stopped for a moment, taken aback by the previous moments. I hadn’t expected that to work, but i’m very glad it did!

I detached the umbilical from my squadmates, but they still did not stir. So, using a length of rope, I tied them together and pulled them about the ship, moving to a location where the edge of space was not trying to eat us.
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