Years of fighting…done. Lasers and missiles. Screams and shouts. Finally quiet. The engine - now cold; the cockpit - ejected. What once was shiny and pristine, now lay rusted and dented.
That which could still function had long been salvaged, mosses and trees now filled their place. In place of the humans that had once scurried about, there were now other animals that grazed quietly nearby, finding shelter, not terror, in the abandoned war machine.