A/N: This may be a gateway into a larger story. Way past BDM. Pardon for the grammar. Please review.
She seemed to have a sad story to tell; one of friendships, and romance, and war. Once she had been loved, dressed up pretty and shown around like someones' pride and joy. Some folk may have called her shiny, others may have called her a good girl and whoever she may have been, she had meant freedom to those who did not have a place to call home. She was a home.
Though she was prone to breaking down, or falling apart, there had been those who loved her still. Those who travelled with her, kept her near, for she was the light in a world falling to an uncertain darkness; a beacon of hope in a place and time where friends could become enemies in the blink of an eye.
The lives of her crew had surrounded her, filled her and she spread hope through those who loved her. Despite there being forty thousand just like her, she was unique and made unique by those who kept her alive. She did have a soul.
But now she lay cold in the dirt, forgotten and alone. Those who had flown with her abandoned her here long ago. Whether it was for something newer, or maybe they died and she was not passed on. Whatever the reason the feel of her made you think the engine must have once run hot like a beating heart.
She was empty now; no-one walked the steel passages, or slept in the bunks. Mounds of sand had blown inside of her, carried by a wind that was intent on slowly burying her. It was like she was dead. The memories of a hundred crews over the decades, memories of people who had lived and died in her were imprinted on her floors and wall; people fighting, loving and genuinely believing, and calling her a home in the deepest black of the 'verse.
And she had been beautiful once, and in some ways beautiful still. The way she opened up inside, the way she gleamed, her shape, and her colour, her design. She had a good design. She had even been given a name and through the ages of time the paint had faded to a mere shadow of what it was. Though it had faded it could still be read.
Serenity.