Any landing you walk away from is a GOOD landing

Any landing you walk away from is a GOOD landing
Idwal Everrett  Mining Engineer
John Keats     Jet Jockey
Quilbert the versatile Ferret
 
On board the Mining Frieghter
 
SNIP"If it works or doesn't doesn't concern me... but maybe.. just maybe..." he looked at the ground again, sincerity in this eyes."Maybe is i save your life.. it will be enough to make up for the terrible things i've done in my life.. and maybe... maybe St. Peter won't be so hard on me... I was a poor pilot and no better a man, but i loved my wife.. and i don't think i could bare being apart from her for eternity... so maybe.. if this works..."
 
END SNIP
 
The bulk of the massive object began to loom large and as its sheer size began to obscure the star systems behind it the Navcoms began to beep in protest at being lost. Idwal listened to Keats with half an eye on the huge craft. Keats was excitedly outlining the new master plan
"The engines are designed for space usage, and therefore are not strong enough this close to a gravity well of that size. But If we overload the engines on one side, cut power to the other and punture the compressed air canisters, they should give us just enough turn to at least give us a comfortable landing"Idwal was a tad seceptical "Are you sure it will work?""Trust me!" grinned Keats "Oh, and one more thing..."
Yes?"
" You'll need to put on your space suit..."Idwal pulled a face.  He hated spacesuits!  Who wouldn't?  He never got the glamour side of it. I mean, who on earth would willingly want to be inside an hermatically sealed envelope full of your own sweat, vomit and shit?  But on the otherhand to have your eyeballs pop and your blood boil off in space vacuum .....  Idwal put the suit on.
"Okay!" said Idwal when they were suited up "Lets do it!"  He cut the power to the port engines and at the same time slammed the boost gauges on the starboard side engines to their stops.  Gradually the whole craft began to shudder and even through his suit Idwal could hear the starboard engines beginning to whine under protest. He waited and then waited some more.  Just as the ship's comm began to chatter about thruster meltdown Idwal yelled to Keats "Blast the canisters!" With the ship shuddering to such an extent that his vision began to blur Idwal knew that Keats had succeeded in blowing the canisters as loose object on the flight deck began to be whipped away in the sudden onset of space vacuum.
Idwal wrenched the ship over and the frieghter began a kamikaze style dive towards the brooding bulk of the vast alien construction.   As the frieghter neared the surface it was as though they were approaching a planet.  Idwal began automatically scanning for somewhere to touch down.  The overstrained starboard engines finally blew in a crescendo of tearing metal and a vivid fire storm.  The frieghter was now a falling hollow shell.  Just before they impacted Idwal brought the shut down port engines online and threw them to reverse full power.  This gave the frieghter a savage thrust of reverse power that slowed it sufficiently so that only three quarters of it was crushed and mangled beyond recognition as it ploughed into the alien beamoths hide.
Idwal opened his eyes. He was upside down and the flight console was crumpled around him like a foil blanket. Pipes, wires and other debris twisted and turned around him.  The whole thing lit by the electrical sparks showering the cabin as circuits arced.   Idwal flicked his suit comm on
"Hey Keats" he asked "Were we insured third party of fully comp?"