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Tanked Tank
Title: Tanked Tank
Characters: Cid, Trainee Pilot
Fandom: FFVII, Apollo 13
Rating: PG-13
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
Tank number eight blew like a five gil crack whore just under the fifty-sixth hour of the flight. The blast rattled the craft and the crew in it, reminding them that they were spam in a can, with nothing more than thin metal and insulation between them and the sucking vacuum of space. The lights flickered ominously.
“What the hell is going on up there?” Cid asked. “What the fuck did you do, kid?”
“Nothing, nothing! I just flipped the fans like they asked!”
“Damn it to all hell!” Cid hit the communication switch. “Houston, we have a fucking problem.”
Characters: Cid, Trainee Pilot
Fandom: FFVII, Apollo 13
Rating: PG-13
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
Tank number eight blew like a five gil crack whore just under the fifty-sixth hour of the flight. The blast rattled the craft and the crew in it, reminding them that they were spam in a can, with nothing more than thin metal and insulation between them and the sucking vacuum of space. The lights flickered ominously.
“What the hell is going on up there?” Cid asked. “What the fuck did you do, kid?”
“Nothing, nothing! I just flipped the fans like they asked!”
“Damn it to all hell!” Cid hit the communication switch. “Houston, we have a fucking problem.”
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