SUPERNOVA | ❝Don't think, just do.❞
When TOPGUN calls, the pilots flock, with no clue of the trials they are about to face. It brings old friends together, everyone from former TOPGUN classmates to childhood friends - they come and go into each...
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THE sun stabs the hallway in shards of blinding light, the heat baking on Celeste and her fellow WSOs in patches as they walk down it. On their way to the briefing for today's training exercise, Fanboy is busy talking Bob's ear off about something that happened last night — she has honestly been out of the loop — when Quincy catches up beside her. As always, he bobs along with an energy she certainly knows she didn't inherit.
"So," her brother begins, "just under two weeks until the mission."
"Why'd you have to say it like that..." Celeste fights the anxious knot of her gut in her stomach.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."
But even Celeste has to admit, in the sea of her own doubts and apprehension, that she's feeling more optimistic about the mission than ever. The teamwork has certainly improved between the pilots, which is always crucial. Despite Maverick's unorthodox and rigorous training, she has felt herself become more accustomed to his methods — she finds herself navigating the barrel rolls and sharp turns in her sleep.
"Why, are you ready?" she teases her brother.
"Oh, I'm ready, man," Quincy bounces on his heels. "Just put me in one of those jets right now, I'm ready to whoop some ass up there."
"Oh, Jesus..."
"And hey —" her brother adds, nudging her gently with a wink, "— I wouldn't wanna fly this mission with anyone else."
Celeste tries to hide just how much Quincy's words hit her. She doesn't think of herself as someone too sentimental; when it comes to her brother, however, they share the same blood and practically the same heartbeat. It is safe to say the feeling is mutual — she has tried flying with a couple of different front-seaters before, but it's never been the same. Celeste gives him a small nod, pursing her lips into a smile, and that's all he needs to know.
Nevertheless, they're soon pulled out of the moment when Luisa walks by. It's not so much her, but what she does. Breezing by with a weightlessness Celeste hasn't seen her have in a while, she grins at them and brightly says, "Hi!" — but wait... the greeting was definitely directed more at someone. She follows the girl's gaze to Bob, who seems a little less shy than usual as he says hello back, the corners of his mouth tugged up in a smile.
