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...
┌───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────┐ FOURTEEN the saviours └───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────┘
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"DO you see them?" Lynx asks.
"No, not yet," Cosmo sighs, her hand pressed to the glass canopy. She scours the wintry landscape below, desperately looking for any sign of Maverick or Rooster, but she doesn't find them. They are flying low-level, barely scraping the treetops just so they can get a good look. It is incredibly ballsy... but that is the price you pay for love.
Her blood roaring in her ears, she hopes and prays she'll find him down below any minute.
Cosmo looks up and notices tall plumes of smoke rising, cutting through the snow-capped landscape. "Look, over there! Three o'clock! Smoke..."
"I see it, I see it..."
As they approach nearer, Cosmo also spots the flames engulfing the bottom of the smoke pit, where once an aircraft was. At first she dreads it being one of their F-18s, but then she observes the split-up chopper again. "I think it's one of their helicopters," she says. "Looks like someone took it down."
"Is it me, or is that a parachute down there?"
"It's hard to see—"
BOOM!
They are so busy looking down at the ground, that they don't get time to evade the white bird headed straight for them. It gets caught in the engine and coughs out a cluster of feathers. Moments later, the engine shudders and the jet starts to dip. This is not good.
"Bird strike!" Lynx calls out.
"Shit, our left engine's on fire!" Cosmo glares at the red flashing alert on her monitor.
"Climbing..." The jet climbs upwards into the air, leaving the treetops further underneath them, as Lynx pushes various buttons in the cockpit to salvage themselves. "Throttling back. Shutting off fuel to left engine. Extinguishing fire..." The engine quietens with a whoosh, the flames subsiding and coughing out smoke.
As soon as he does it, the right engine also bursts into flames, promptly sending them into a nosedive. The world spins around her in streaks of pristine white and grey — sweat breaks out on the skin of Cosmo's back at the deja vu of it all. Falling, falling, falling...
