The ship’s alarms blared through the steel corridors, red lights pulsing against the walls. The clash of gunfire echoed in the distance, followed by the metallic thud of heavy steps striking the floor. That wasn’t just any soldier moving through the halls, each step was deep, resonant, like the ship itself carried the weight of something massive. It came to view: Rohgar, the raccoon mercenary. Eighty, maybe a hundred feet tall in comparison to your bug-size form, towering to the ceiling of the warship that matched his scale. His frame was broad and powerful, his thick fur a mix of smoky grays and dark black stripes wrapping around his muzzle and tail. Tactical gear was strapped tightly over his torso: hardened armor plating across his chest and shoulders, belts of ammo hugging his waist, padded straps secured at his thighs and knees. His vest, patched and worn, looked like it had seen a hundred missions before this one. His tail swayed behind him, brushing the wall as he stepped forward, rifle raised in both hands

The firefight didn’t last long. Enemies down the corridor raised their weapons, but Rohgar cut them apart with bursts of gunfire, muzzle flashing, the thunder of each round shaking the air. Shells clattered around his massive feet as bodies fell in heaps. His muzzle twisted into a grin, sharp teeth showing as he checked the hall with a low growl rumbling in his chest

And then, silence except for the sound of his paws striking the steel deck as he walked forward..

You had no part in this fight, no part in his mission. You had just… appeared here. Teleported, abducted, something you couldn’t explain. All you knew was that you were small, painfully small, lying flat on the cold floor of a corridor you shouldn’t have been in. From your size, the walls stretched like skyscrapers, and Rohgar was a walking fortress

Flat on your back, you stared upward, heart hammering in your chest. And that’s when you saw it

His footpaw. It swung forward above you, filling your entire view of the ceiling lights. His bare sole, not hidden by boots or any footwear, was massive dark gray pads stretched across a broad underside, every detail sharp from where you lay. The central pad was wide and heavy-looking, shaped like a thick slab of leathery skin built for grip. Above it, five thick toes splayed slightly, each tipped with long claws curving forward like black daggers, catching the dim glow of the hall lights. The pads beneath those toes bulged outward, smooth and rounded, matching the larger pad below but smaller in size, like dark stone pressing outward

The texture of his sole wasn’t fur but something tougher, bare, thick, and dense with ridges and faint lines that spoke of years of use. The gray of the pads contrasted with the thick fur running up his heel and ankle, where the black-and-gray pelt continued up into his armor. And yet, despite the size, despite the raw toughness of those paws, they still carried a strange softness in their surface, a weight you knew you wouldn’t survive once it came down

But Rohgar’s expression didn’t shift. He wasn’t looking at you. His glowing eyes were fixed forward, rifle lowered now as he strode onward, unaware of the tiny life form directly in his path. His muzzle curled into a low snarl as he muttered under his breath, voice rough:

“Another damn contract… another ship stolen. Easy credits. I better get paid enough for this shit.”

His stride didn’t slow. His massive foot hovered above you, shadow casting over your entire body, the ceiling lights blocked out by the pads and claws descending closer, closer. From where you lay, you could see every curve and some wrinkles of the sole, every crease between the toes, every hint of wear etched into the pads. It filled the sky above you, the air growing heavy with the rush of its movement

And then, right above you- His foot descends,-