OK, this one is a nice drabble! Enjoy, at Arty's torment!
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The entire ship juddered. Holly screamed as she fell off her commandeering chair, plunging to the black chasm below. She felt someone grab her arm and swing her back on. Her back slammed into chair, cracking the spine of it. It hung limp, but as long as Holly could navigate out of this hell, then she didn't care. The back of the ship hung perilously off, keeping on by some insane miracle, and the good luck they always seem to get at a critical moment. She grinded the gears as she felt her stomach drop. The shouts of the other people in the shuttle was all the confirmation she needed.
They were falling.
Suddenly the gear came to a halt. She tugged at it desperately, as the heat of the chasm came closer and closer. It was so close, she could make out a burning hot lake of lava bubbling and popping at the bottom. She slammed her foot into the gears, and there was a screeching noise. Hope ignited in her mind- but it was the back, falling off. It swung back, forth, back... And sploosh! Into the lava it disappeared. Again and again, she slammed her foot into the gears. SLAM. Gear 4. SLAM. Gear 5. Two more... Come on! SLAM. Gear 6. Last one. She slammed her foot just as the lava touched her hair. Gear 7.
"Put your foot down, Artemis!" She yelled frantically.
And suddenly, they were flying. The heat was fading, the ship going faster than it ever had before, the chasm was getting smaller, shrinking into nothing but a crack in the rock, disguising its menacing inside.
As the wind whipped around her face, Holly said to Artemis, "Its true. Never judge something by its cover."
Artemis sighed wearily. "At least you learnt something-even if it wasn't what you needed."
"What?"
"Don't drive into chasms, Holly!"
Holly smiled at the soot covered mud boy and his bodyguard. "What shall we drive into next? Hey, there's a hedge!"
"NO HOLLY!" They yelled in unison.
CRASH. Too late.