A/N: Insipred by Firefly. I also have a thing for planes… and helicopters. And space. Among other things.
They seemed to talk to her, the machines of the sky. The engines would roar to her direction as she flew them through the clouds and around towers and above mountainous terrain. Sure, some weren't sleek and had their problems, but to her, it didn't matter.
She came to this particular boneyard every time she had to clear her mind. Surrounded by retired aircraft, she felt at home here. Walking through the dusting grounds, she approached an aging Boeing plane, which, when she looked up the history of the bird, crashed landed at a nearby airport. It was since then decommissioned and sent here to rot. Trailing her fingers across the heavy metal panels of the hull, she stepped up onto a staircase leading up to the inside. Once inside, she glanced around, watching the dust particles float upwards in the air.
"You did your job, girl," she spoke, patting one of the seats, not minding the puff of dust and sand that came along with it. She turned around, travelling between the rows of seats, inspecting the badly damaged fuselage. Half of the roof of the plane was missing, having been blow off in the explosion that had torn it apart. It was surprising that the craft hadn't been gutted for parts; perhaps America had wanted it to be placed into this boneyard.
Droite stepped out of the airplane, standing on the deck of the staircase and gazing as far as she could see. The lonely aircraft that resided here would probably never see the blue of the sky again; they were stuck here, left to rot or to be taken apart in the future.
She knew the feeling.
Down below, her companion waved up at her. "Come down, Droite," he yelled up to her. "We have to go here in a minute."
"I know, Kaito!" Hurriedly, she went down the staircase, her tennis shoes smacking hard against the dirt as she jumped down from the second to last step (the last one was missing). Kaito watched her carefully as she steadied herself.
"You're going to miss this place, aren't you?" he questioned, even though he knew the answer.
Droite turned to look at the Boeing, which seemed to call to her, begging her not to leave. "Yes, I am," she stated honestly. "Here lays the life I could've had, the one that I had wanted since I was a child." Then she gazed back at him, smiling sadly. "But fate changes things, you know?"
"Indeed." He crossed his arms and looked in the other direction, towards a shuttle for unmanned space travel parked just a few meters from the larger vehicle. It was covered in black panels, which were scarred with deep marks from reentry through the atmosphere. It was obvious that it had a long history; nearly as long as some of the fighter jets here.
"Shall we go?" Droite suddenly spoke, after patting the underbelly of the fuselage. Dusting off her hands, she came over to the blonde, looking out over the landscape.
"Yeah," he replied. "My father wouldn't want us delaying this launch any longer than it's already been." He gently took her elbow and together they started for the exit.
Droite really was going to miss these planes, shuttles, and helicopters. After all, they had been her life on this world.
Maybe when she and Kaito went to Mars, she could find something to fill the empty space in her heart from leaving these special machines behind.
A/N: Weird drabble, I know. But, if you want me to, I can spin a story off of this to explain a little more of what's going on. Anyway, review!