This fic is rated R
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"We're almost there."
Tomlin spoke it as though it weren't a thing. Torn and Trent were uneasy, but Torn more so. He had been here more than a few times whereas Trent had only heard of the place. Tomlin turned and looked to them both grinning.
"You two better not turn chicken shit again on me."
"What? You think we're chicken shit? Up yours old man." Trent told him. Torn being older, let some beleaguered pride show though he said nothing.
"Good. I want you two to take up the reigns when we enter orbit. I know you won't disappointment me."
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