A/N: This is the sequel to Of Spare Parts (and their echoes). It's highly recommended you read that before venturing into this story- it's very short, but provides necessary context.

Instead of going with a specific word/chapter limit like previous entries, I'm going to go for a 100 prompt challenge! You know what that means- this is going to be the long fic that many of you have spoken to me about, with varied chapter lengths. Much of it is already planned, but if you have any ideas on special chapters you'd like to see, don't hesitate to let me know.

Finally, I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think of it- the amazing dialogue spawned from OSP and Fragments of Feeling have been such highlights of the last few months.

To Rest Eternal (to wander on)

[1] – [introduction]

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"Nines, the right engine is destabilizing!"

"I know!" the purple-eyed android cried, rerouting the energy inputs for the crumbling engine in an attempt to salvage it. "I'm trying to cut off the fuel supply- the cell is out! We've lost it- the wing integrity is starting to fail- it's no use- I can't maintain lift!"

2B shifted 9S's flight unit to a completely manual control system, allowing her to cut off fuel to the engine completely before it combusted. Altering the unit's configuration until it was an airship again, she leaned forward and focused upon the distance shoreline against the night sky, setting up a glide angle that would bring them close to the land they had been aiming for.

9S leaned forward, resting his cheek against her back as she deftly piloted the plane from his lap. The cockpit was realistically too tiny to fit both the former YoRHa soldiers, but it had been the only choice- all the other flight units they had encountered had been completely unsalvageable. All they were able to do was strip the cockpit of 9S's tattered unit so that the two androids, along with the Pods, could fit; that had led to the Pods being taped against the ceiling to prevent them from crashing into each other, and 2B seated upon 9S's lap precariously.

2B didn't mind- it gave her a better view of their landmark in the darkness, an easier way to gauge her approach. 9S didn't mind- hearing her core pulsing through her back and against his cheek was comforting.

"Brace yourself," 2B muttered through gritted teeth, pulling up on the controls slightly to bleed off some airspeed. "This isn't going to be a pretty landing."

"These aren't made to land as a plane!"

She snorted, squeezing the controls. "You don't say?"

And then, the impact, and everything was noise-chaos-destruction-screeching silence.