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[This ficlet is not part of a larger work, though the characters (Trace and Franklin) appear in another microfic you can find via the tags below. Just a fun little story written using the three prompt words in the subject line. I very much hope you enjoy it. :)]
Trail, Distortion, Function
Trace's heart sank as he deciphered the readouts flashing across his console. Most of them were flickering tones of orange and yellow, silent alarms and warning indicators.
"Sir?" He kept his eyes on the screen. "My navigation equipment is malfunctioning."
( He didn't have to be looking at Franklin to notice the way this report made his captain tense. The shuttle was among their smallest, which meant the pilot and copilot's seats were only a foot apart at the front of the narrow cabin. )
Trace's heart sank as he deciphered the readouts flashing across his console. Most of them were flickering tones of orange and yellow, silent alarms and warning indicators.
"Sir?" He kept his eyes on the screen. "My navigation equipment is malfunctioning."
( He didn't have to be looking at Franklin to notice the way this report made his captain tense. The shuttle was among their smallest, which meant the pilot and copilot's seats were only a foot apart at the front of the narrow cabin. )
