Chapter one: Meet Propwash and Human.

Moon's POV:

Dusty Crophopper, the famous racer of the wings around the globe rally, everyone knows him. Well, everyone in the cars/planes world. Not so much up here in the human world, hi. The names Moon, I know it strange name but everyone's name is if you think about it.

I am a twenty one year old mechanic, with a slight bit of plane racing in the blood. I'm usually a stunt mechanic, which is a mechanic that can deals with stunt planes or another name for plane stunts are Aerobatics. Really long name I know, so I just tell people I deal with stunt planes.

I was busy with a gearbox with a chip, it was a quick fix for me. I mean, some stunt planes don't get out of the troublesome gearbox problem without falling and crashing. So my friend started a business with new racing and stunt gearbox's. Now a days, we sell every kind and any part with instructions! Which is strange, someone told me once at my shop, "Wish Dusty had one of these bad boys, huh Claire?"

"Who?" I asked, turning to the father and daughter, "Who's Dusty?"

"A plane," Claire responded her little blue eyes flutter up with excitement, "Who raced around the globe!"

I looked at the little plush in her arms, it was a orange and white crop duster with a black stripe. He had nice blue eyes and was a bit chubby but in her hands was the same crop duster but with a small scale difference. It was less chubby, for one, the second was that it had a antenna and better details. I pointed to the plastic cropduster, "Is that Dusty?"

"Yeah!" the girl cheered as her father paid for a new engine, "Isn't he great?"

"He sure is," I replied, while working the crappy old cash register, I slapped it on the side which made the man laugh. The cash register worked perfectly fine popping out it's cash, I paid him for the twenty five dollar torque. They left and I soon watched Planes. Good Movie.

I get so many people down here from all over the world and my best friend is actually good at making a gearbox and engine now. His name is Andrew. Blonde hair, green eyes, girls googly eye him from across the sidewalk. The dream man.

Me? I have a derpy look, grey t-shirt and blue jeans. That is my work clothes usually I have sweatpants on and a long sleeve shirt. I also had black hair and silver eyes. I always got bullied because Andrew's fangirls. Most of the time he stand up for me, for he's my best friend and no one else can ever replace him.

"MOON!" I heard Andrew hollered as I fixed the little clip, "Some guy is chasing after me!"

"For what?" I asked heading into the store, seeing this old man come up with his cane and whack Andy, my nickname for Andrew, on the head, "Excuse me sir?"

"Well, if it isn't Moon? I need a new part for my plane," the man replied smiling, "It's for a gift for my newest friend. Remember Shimmer?"

"Oh, Mr. Glindenswold!" I exclaimed, "Nice to see you again, Shimmer. Is she back from her last stunt?"

"Oh yes," Mr. Glindenswold told me, "Her plane broke down and I had been fix'n up! Andrew here, do you still have a crush on her?"

"Yes he does," I replied as he threw a rag at my face, "Andrew!"

"What?" he asked before grabbing the oldest gearbox, "Mr. Glindenswold here's your new torque."

"Thanks Andrew!" I heard him holler as I finished, "Moon, don't do too much work later okay?"

"I'll be fine," I commented to Mr. G and Andrew. Mr. G went out and the little bell ringed before silence consumed the shop. I smiled, life was great.

"Moon, I got a date with Shimmer, I'll see you later?" Andrew commented as I finished the last tweak on my gearbox.

"Yeah see you," I replied standing up as I heard Andrew leave I whispered to the new gearbox, "I'm taking you home buddy. You'll be fine."

I grabbed the sucker carefully and placed him in a box, closing the box I walked into the back parking lot. Grabbing my car keys and pulled out of the little Driveway. I passed my business that Andrew started and I joined, "Plane and Car Fixer Uppers". I know stupid but I taught Andrew a bit and he'll take over once I'm done. Which I will be soon, I sighed. The shop was there for me most of my life. Now, I wanted to travel live life and most of all….I don't know yet.

I grumbled when I got to my one life house, more like apartment. Small and comfortable, I laughed, "And most of all I don't get that many visitors!"

I saw no one home which made me sigh inside, the place was neat and tidy. Nothing out of place or strange. Sometimes I need a little excitement! I leave tomorrow, I wrote a note for Andrew when he goes home. So I hope he'll read it, go on his date, and forget me. I want him to live his life not worrying about me.

The phone rang, quenching the depressing thoughts from my brain, I picked up, "Moon here at HQ. What you'll all need?"

"Hey Lulu," Andrew, "What is this about you leaving me?"

"Andrew. I can't," I moaned, "How about this, I want to do more than be in that shed."

"But how can I keep my promise!" he shouted, "I won't be able to keep you safe anymore! You'll be living life and i'll-"

"Be with Shimmer," I told him, "You can have a life, your promise has been fulfilled. I want to thank you for these couple years with me. Thanks."

"Your welcome, Lulu," Andrew whispered, "I'll keep an eye out for you."

"Thanks again, Andy, you're the best," I hung the phone. I couldn't hold them back, they started to flow. All the fears, pain, and heartbreak. They flowed down my cheeks that night in tears, "Thanks for everything, Sunny Fields. Thanks for everything."

I went out in the backyard, sighing. Wiping away the last few tears around my face, I looked up holding my new gearbox close. I walked with it in a bag full of clothes, soap, and phone. I even got my tools. I smiled as I walked off into the woods.

I passed by a small pond remembering when Andy and I ran in the back here. My parents were gone but Andy's weren't. They let us play, let me live in the house. I smiled at the memories. I grasped onto one, I found this cave and it provided shelter when it was below -32 degrees. It was warm and rescuers found me, I retraced the steps I remembered.

There it was, a small cave in a crook of a mountain. It was a little nook and cranny but was away from the northeastern winds. Which are deadly, they are the ones that freeze the lakes in winter. It's so annoying, but normal. I grabbed my match and lighted it up.

I felt the wind whispered by me and sent a shiver up my spine, at least I had a jacket on. My sweater was still in my bag, I shifted it so I wouldn't mess up the gearbox or the problematic jabbing of a tool.

I went in and suddenly the world tilted and I fell on my face. I gripped the gearbox, it is a fragile and tender thing. Then I felt a sudden urge to keep going forward, I stood up slowly. I took one step forward. Then another, I shakely took a breath before grabbing my flashlight. I turned it on to meet a carved statue of a plane.

It was out of sandstone and granite combine, standing there doing a radio g pass. It looked like it was carved out of a old river. I touched the wheels and hood. Then in the middle was a key hole. I went around it with a flashlight and saw it matched my locket. It had my parents inside of it. Quickly I opened it up and saw the picture missing. I smiled it was in my bag, somewhere. I placed in the hole and it fitted perfectly.

Then came a swirl of wind and I was pushed to the ground one of my tools hit me hard in the head. I groaned in pain, then my vision became blurry and fuzzy. Then all I saw was Darkness.

Just Darkness.

Dusty's POV:

I flew around for another race to come and go again, I smiled, "Skipper wanna train?"

"Negative," I heard Skip reply, "Better get to Dottie's though, a storms a brewing."

I groaned, ever since my flight in the typhoon in the Wings Around the Globe Rally. I got really bad fear over storms, I got used to most of them. Yet some, just give me the nightmares I wanted to forget so badly. The water. The waves. The lightning.

Stop thinking that, "Thanks Skip. I'll head over to Dottie's. How bad?"

"Not that bad," Skipper commented, "Through lots of lightning have been reported."

"Just a lightning storm?" I asked surprise. Heading towards Dottie´s to get a refill from Chug.

"That's what the reports are saying," Skipper reported as I pulled up over passed Dottie she gave me a nod in my direction. I rolled by and got the refil from Chug.

Heading back to my chamber a roll of thunder was heard in the distance, I froze and looked up at the storm. It was getting stronger, not weaker. I shook off a feeling and went in, when a siren went off.

"All planes and cars, reports of a tornado had been sighted!" It repeated five times where it was heading and how fast. Then it all went silent.

I went inside my hanger preparing to brace for the storm. As soon as it started to hit, I fell asleep to the rain. It reminded me a bit of old Propwash, before the storm, before the crash. Before everything.

But that night changed, I don't know how.

It just changed.

Moon's POV:

God it's cold, like someone was spraying water on my face to wake me up. I groaned from my fall in with dirt. I looked up and saw the EF3 twister going westward, I growled at my predicament. If it kept going that way, I was screwed. I was directly in its path.

I turned my body and gasped as I felt my shirt, it was sticky and something red was out of my left side near my hip bone. I turned my leg to help me stand. I bit my lip as I saw it turning towards me, when I heard a loud speaker yell, "Civilian on the ground where Twister is. Civilian down!"

I growled at my weakness, I felt more blood going down on my leg and saw I was bleeding too much. I prayed it missed the vital organs. When the Twister suddenly disperse. Must've hit a heat wave or cool breeze.

Then I saw a plane, a good running blue Corsair. They were mostly in museums, to see one flying is a dream come true. In my opinion. It's wings were in navy colors, and it had eyes! Nice light blue eyes, and on its wings was a machine or a gun? I couldn't tell.

"Blade! Civilian is injured, I repeat Civilian is injure!" I heard a voice behind me shout as I started to get dizzy. My mind felt like it was on fire, I moved my leg up and it jolted pain up my whole side.

"That's going to leave a mark," I grumbled, fumbling for a place to stand without falling over and dying.

"Grab it kid!" I saw a hook and I tripped onto it. Whoever threw it helped me lifted me up. As we went to a landing pad, I felt my mind on fire again. I groaned, "Hold on kid, where almost there."

I nodded and swiftly sat up, feeling as though I'll pass out. I growled and kept my focus on staying awake. If I dare close my eyes, I'm dead. He landed and when we hit the ground, I felt a warm sensation hit me. I look up and there was the sun, after all I have been through. It was still daytime?

"Are you okay?" I heard a rough voice ask kindly.

I looked around to see Maru, a forklift that helped Dusty in Fire and Rescue. My throat felt dry and so I rasped, "I had something impale me. Debris from the Twister."

"Hanger now!" he shouted and I looked down. My side still was bleeding, badly.

I felt everyone's eyes bore into me, as I was half walking, half stumbling, trying to follow Maru back to hanger. We went in and I felt strangely familiar. Calm. Like this is where I was meant to be.

A couple of agonizing and painful hours later, when I was let out. I met with Blade, Windlifter, Dipper, Cabbie, Dynamite, Pinecone, Avalanche, Blackout, and Drip outside of Maru's Hanger, my side had a bandage around the middle of my stomach. I didn't mind, it at least stop the pain for a bit.

"Thank you, Maru," I went over to the forklift.

"Thank you Miss?" Maru asked, I laughed.

"Moon, the name is Moon Petit," I replied, I also remembered, "My Gearbox!"

Maru looked at me puzzled, "A gearbox?"

"Yeah," I told him opening up to see that a screw got a little bit loose, "I build Gearbox's from scratch. I know how to fix planes and destroy anything with a hydraulics or electronic. I am a part time hacker."

"You seem busy," he commented backing up as I screwed the bolt in tighter than tight, "I'll be back-"

"Finished," I commented, Maru stopped and looked at the newer than new gearbox. I was smiled, "It's the fourteenth hundred one I've done."

"Wow," he whistled at my handiwork, checking it over twice, "Blade needs to see this."

"DUSTY!" I heard Dipper yell and looked up to see the crop duster land. I blushed slightly, "Dustmuffin how was that last race?"

"Great," he commented, smiling. He didn't like her, but she OBVIOUSLY adores him, he turned to where we were standing, "Hey Maru!"

"Hey Dusty!" he called out waving, I felt my foot go out, too long, "Moon!"

"Are you alright?" Blackout asked worriedly.

Blade and Windlifter rushed towards the hanger. Dipper and Dusty right behind them, my leg felt like it was on freaking FIRE! The smokejumpers all came running, "Kid, you alright?"

"She's not dead, right Maru?"

"SHUT UP ALREADY!" I roared, they all jumped back instead of Maru. He smiled as I continued, "I am fine. Just stood on it too fast too long. Maru, help me up please?"

"Sure," he helped me up on lift with the gearbox, "Anything else Moon?"

"Moon?" Pinecone asked, "I thought that was a planet?"

"It is," I commented grabbing a tool, "I was named moon because of how large it was on my birthday and also my silver eyes."

"Silver?" Windlifter commented surprising everyone but me, "Why silver?"

"No idea," I commented, "Welcome to my weird life."

We all laugh, I smiled. I felt home already. When I heard a Siren, "Wildfire spreading northwestern!"

"That's weird," I commented, "May I come with you for a second?"

"No," Blade remarked, "Your not well enough, we can't lose a civilian!"

"Psh," I scoffed, "Not fair."

They were lined up to go, Blade and Windlifter in the lead. Dipper and Cabbie loaded up with the smokejumpers behind them. Then Dusty rolled up to me, "You can come with us sooner or later, I can't go yet. I don't have my pontoons, otherwise I would be helping them."

"Hmm," I commented, I was thinking, "Dusty?"

"Yeah?" he responded.

"Why was it so late?" I asked, "The report."

"I don't know," he told me.

We were silent when Maru came in, "Dusty, Time to get those pontoons up and running again."

"See you Moon," he gulped down fearfully.

"See you Dusty," I smiled as he rolled in, "Sometimes somethings you could never get used to. Now back to figuring out….I'll ask Patch!"

I walked up to Patch, thinking about Dusty. He was kind, compassionate in the movies, and so-OKAY! Where did those thoughts come from! I shook my head, "Patch?"

I knocked on the door, "Hey Moon, I thought you'd be resting."

"I can't," I answered, "Is everything electronic up here?"

"Yeah, what are you doing?" I grabbed out my laptop and hooked it up to the tower. I hijacked into a program, when I found it!

"Found ya you little sucker!" I quietly exclaimed, disabling it, "Good bye!"

"You are a hacker?" Patch asked shock.

I smiled closing the Laptop and disabling the program. Problem solved, "Yeah, I am. One of the very few who can hack into any computer!"

"Any?" Patch asked, "Like the pentagon?"

"Yep, I did that once. Mission impossible but not for me! They needed some help into finding terrorist in the pentagon! You should have seen the look on there faces, when I finished it in forty five minutes!"

Dusty's POV:

"Is that a gearbox?" I asked Maru, joking I remarked "You trying to start a business?"

Maru sighed, I got the pontoons on, "No, that was someone else...Pontoons are on kid."

I smiled as I got used of them really quickly, "Who did it then, the gearbox I mean?"

"Moon," he commented smiling, "She's a hacker too and also a mechanic."

That twenty year old girl can hack? Be a mechanic? All in one day? She must've had a tough life to become so brave and-okay crophopper. No. No. NO. We aren't going into that again.

"Someone is blushing.." Maru told me, I knew who it was and looked away.

"I am not Blushing," I commented, "Anyways done Maru?"

"As Done as I'll ever be," Maru answered.

I went outside to see Moon, her black hair is so nicely put into a ponytail. Her silver eyes flickering in the sunset as the crewmembers came back. Blade saw Moon standing and had a look that said, "I disapprove of this".

Moon's POV:

I saw Blade's look of disapproval, I gave him a scowl as I limped back into Maru's hanger. I smiled a Maru as I shouted, "Guess who got rid of a tiny pesky bug?"

"Hacking talk or?" he asked.

"Hacking!" I yelled hearing them land, "Maru HACKING!"

"Ok girl don't kill me," Maru smiled, "Where was it?"

"Inside the communications tower," I replied with a yawn, stretching, "I had to upload a program from my Chromebook to my laptop to the tower to prevent bugs. Yet my Crappy Laptop glitch and froze. It a piece of crap."

"So?" he asked thinking organizing his tools, "What did it do, the bug I mean?"

"Delayed calls in and out of the tower," I rolled my mind through what the bug did, "If a fire went from one area to another, it would be a five minute delay. GPS would have broke down in a matter of hours if I wasn't there to stop it. It's badly made though, could be from anyone."

"Delay?" He whispered angrily.

"I am sorry Maru, but my suspicions are true," I told the forklift, "I think we have a pro trying to destroy the air attack base."

A couple minutes later I told Blade everything I could, "I believe that we have a pro trying to destroy the air attack base, what should we do?"

Blade looked at me skeptically, "How sure are you?"

"Blade," I growled, "I am a specialist, the FBI couldn't find terrorist in there own country and needed a EIGHTEEN year old to help them. I think I am two hundred percent sure."

Blade was silent, as I glared at him. Though I am human and he's a helicopter, I do know a arson when I see one. Blade sighed, "We need to lay low for awhile, can you stop the hacking for a tiny bit?"

"Bugs that are super strong are easily diverted," I replied, "The tower is already protected the more I work on the program for the whole entire attack base, the better."

"Good," he smiled, "Maru, watch the base while me and the guys fly."

"Roger that," Maru smiled.

We can do it. We can try.

I won't fail them, I smiled as I left to my laptop, I will make this work. I can make anything work! It was gradually growing, everyone watch me work. Ninety five. Ninety eight. Ninety nine. Then it froze on the ninety nine percent mark. Everyone laughed as I groaned, "Oh for the loving-"

Well, maybe not everything. Yet.