I do not own the Transformers, but if I did...oh yea...anyway.

First attempt at anything, no flames k thnx. Peace.

Chapter One Field Trip

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The class moved along the hanger. It was easily larger than several football fields put together. There were military jets set up, wing to wing, on display for the large group to view. She eyed them; you could tell they were brand new. Their metal skin gleaming in the sunlight that poked through the windows. She and one other woman were the only females in the group. It was a field trip for her college. These were the only fun times she had in the class, the trips to airports, hangers, and now, the Military Base.

The group moved outside, she placed her sunglasses over her eyes, tucking her hair back. The group leader and the current officer of the base led them around the side to the sight of three Harrier Jets. Two were a two seater, and one only with a single seat. She smiled; they were one of her favorites. Too bad this trip didn't include taking the students for a ride.

The students were allowed to crowd around the machines, certain parts labeled for them to take notes on. Everyone seemed interested in the first two, fresh with novelty paint. The third sat a few steps away from the crowd, and she looked at it. This one was flat black; maybe they had not given it a top coat yet. She doubted these were planes that actually saw battle. Mainly used for air shows, but they were still impressive.

She looked back at her group, while the officer explained how the single seaters have not been built for the past 10 years. She frowned. She wasn't sure why she didn't like to hear that, but she didn't. It seemed to single them out, like the jet was a creature on the face of extinction. She laughed at herself. Surely they would come out with a fresh jet, something she would quickly add to her favorites list. But she returned to gaze to the single seater and smiled at it. Adjusting her backpack she walked up to it, the nose just above her head. They looked bigger from far away.

Turning to make sure no one was watching she looked up at the plane, smiling widely.

"Hello there pretty boy. Why you sitting over here all by yourself? Hmm?" She spoke to it, reaching up to touch her fingertips to the nose.

It was warm from sitting in the sun. She spread her fingers and placed her palm against the surface. The flat black paint was a bit rough as she trailed her hand down the nose to one side, just below the cockpit. She looked at the fan engine next to her head. What made a jet were its engines, blasting it through the sky at unbelievable speeds. Every time, she wondered how those thin blades could lift this great machine vertically, and blast it forward, with only one engine.

She traced her hands around the engine, and then followed a wing. Thick and slanting downward. When she reached the tip she thought she felt it vibrate but thought nothing of it. She traced the wing around and neared the tail. When she reached the end she stepped back up to the nose and looked at the cockpit longingly.

"Too bad I don't know how to fly you handsome. Would be awesome." She sighed and patted the nose.

"Anytime you're ready to join us Miss Wentz." The officer shouted at her.

"Coming!" She yelled in his direction and then turned back at the jet. She rubbed its nose one last time and smiled at it. "Wish I could see you again." She sounded sad, even if she was smiling. But she turned around and walked back to the crowd.

"Thank you for joining us Miss Wentz. That plane is one of 3 that will be destroyed next month."

"Destroyed? Why?"

"We have no more use for it. So it will be recycled for parts to repair more, well, more needed planes."

"I see." She replied flatly. A species facing extinction indeed.