I was going to post it on anthro but realized it would be better placed on /b/.
I can't post it on pastebin since it's a bitch about the word 'sex' and AO3 is pending my invite.
Let me start out by saying I am not a writer so there's going to be grammar errors her and there.
So here it is.
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The Martian horizon reflected against my helmet as I walked through the service tunnel towards my destination. "Alright rookie here she is!" I presented. "The pride and joy of Mars Sec R&D military deterrent!"
A young man with a polish flag on the shoulder his space suit, took his step down the stairs leading from the tunnel. He looked up and was blown away at the massive sixty-foot tall, mounted plasma canon stood in the center of the Martian military complex.
"This behemoth is called the BFG 20K." I explained. "However, we're still fighting rights to that name since Phobos Aerospace insists that they came up with it first. Those guys are just upset that we're getting more funding." I snickered.
The new mechanic finally broke his gaze from the gun and asked “Has it ever been test fired before Russell?"
Seeing the look at his face, it's obvious he's trying to contain his excitement.
"Once every ten years, after we get through the inspection of course." As we began making our way down to the lower sections on the catwalk. "The head honchos has to make sure the BFG isn't going to risk a misfire turning mars station into a crater or accidentally turn earth into the second sun."