Notes from Author: The second half of week four at Premier Delta.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: NSFW content and description of a plane crash at the end of the chapter. Be safe, loves. Message me here or on Tumblr if you don't feel comfortable reading, and I'll catch you up to speed. Please note, I'm awful at tagging, so if there is something you feel should be tagged for the benefit of other readers, please let me know, and I'd be more than happy to oblige. I'm going to try to update them every chapter for anyone new that comes on board!
Mood Music:
Sail - AWOLNATION https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaAWdljhD5o
Inside of You - Hoobastank ;) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WcSZ7deAHbw
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RealityBetterThanFiction's Crash-Course to Aviation:
Limey - An old derogatory term for a member of the Royal Navy that stems all the way back to the 1850s where sailors used to add lime/lemon juice to their rations to prevent scurvy (gross!).
Rotorhead - Naval slang term for a helicopter pilot such as our beloved Commander Corden.
Charlie Foxtrot - A much less offending way to say something is a total mess in naval slang (aka Cluster Fuck = CF = Charlie Foxtrot).
*Reminder to check the trigger warnings in the notes at the beginning of the chapter before reading!
Story starts below...Enjoy!
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Harry should have seen this coming. He really, really should have seen this one coming. As if he didn't have enough on his plate. As if the stress of a highly competitive flight school, daily run-ins with death by jet plane, and navigating a burgeoning secret relationship wasn't enough. Now Harry had to worry about his RIO's life and limb, considering that Niall had quite impressively made himself Public Enemy Number One aboard the HMS Elizabeth. Like always, whenever Harry's attention strayed, even for just a moment, Niall could be counted on to start the next apocalypse.
The most impressive part of Niall's newfound infamy had to be the timeframe. It had taken Niall less than twenty four hours to insert himself into the harmonious inner workings of things aboard the carrier, and then subsequently sabotage them. By that, meaning waging an all out battle between the 1D squadron and Lizzie's resident squadron, The Mighty Wings. It had started with Niall's theft of food, as most dilemmas usually did, and had escalated from there in a bitter back and forth where no man aboard was safe.
"Shower of cunts!" Niall hollered as soon as the 1D squadron all piled into their ready room from afternoon class.
Harry sighed from the back of the group, unable to see what had inflamed his usually cheery RIO. "What's going on?" Harry asked Ginger, who was standing at his side.
Ginger just laughed jovially. "Craic's about to go on a week long cleanse from the drink, that's what. Compliments of our friendly mates down the hall."
"In that case, we better prepare ourselves. It's going to get ugly," Harry warned, pushing through his fellow recruits to get to Niall.
It wasn't hard to single Niall out of the group, considering he was tomato faced and practically steaming with anger. He was glaring daggers at the front of the room where the podium and white board were located. Harry turned his attention in that direction and had to hold back his laughter for fear of being brutally dismembered by Niall right on the spot.
Premier Dicks,
To commiserate your piss-poor flying.
Drink up,
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Take My Breath Away
Teen FictionThere is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are i...
