Call Back {Top Gun Maverick - Completed}

23: Dogfight

"Okay, Rooster, get us in touch with the boat. And with the other two," Maverick stated.

"I’m working on it," Roster answered, "Radio’s out. No radar. Everything’s dead back here. What do I do? Talk me through it."

"Okay, first the radio. Throw the, uh…" Maverick racked his brain, trying to think of which beaker it was, "The uhf-2 circuit breaker. Try that."

"There’s 300 breakers back here. Anything more specific?" Rooster asked, looking at all of the switches and breakers.

"I don’t know. That was your dad’s department," Maverick replied, glancing at Maneater, who was next to him on the left.

"I’ll figure it out," Rooster leaned down, seeing something in th corner of his eye. It was two enemy fighter jets. Two fifth-generation fighter jets at that.

"Mav, tally two, five o'clock low," Rooster warned. 

"Mari," Vulture said, "We got company. Five o'clock low."

"I know, I know, just put your mask on for now and keep trying to get the radio on," Marilyn replied, she had seen them when she saw Rooster staring off below them. Marilyn quickly clipped her oxygen mask in place. Vulture didn't as she was told, clipping her own as she continued flipping breakers.

"What do we do?" Rooster asked, he panicked slightly. There was no way to get in contact with Marilyn and Vulture or with Maneater.

"Okay, listen. Just be cool. If they knew who we were, we’d be dead already," Maverick stated, trying to calm his backseater.

The fifth-gen fighters rose up, getting to the same altitude level as the three F-14's. 

"Well, here they come. What’s your plan?" 

"Just put your mask on. Remember, we’re on the same team," Maverick and Rooster quickly clipped their oxygen masks on, easily hiding half of their faces. 

Rooster looked over at Maneater, tapping at his mask, trying to signal her to put hers on.  Maneater nodded and put hers on. She fell back slightly so that Maverick was in the lead and to hide herself some. One of the jets flew up next to Maverick.

"This isn't good," Vulture stated, watching the second fifth-generation jet closely.

"Just wave and smile. Just wave and smile," Maverick and Rooster started waving. Maverick hit his helmet a few times, doing a thumbs down, signaling he had no radio or comms. The enemy pilot moved his hand three times, a signal that Rooster, Maverick, and Marilyn recognized. 

"What’s that signal? What’s he saying?" Rooster asked.

"No idea. I have no idea what he’s saying."

Maverick tapped his helmet again and gave a thumbs down. The enemy did another signal, flashing three fingers twice before doing the same with a fist. Once again, they had no clue what he was signaling. 

"What about that one? Any idea?" Rooster asked.

"No, never seen that one either," Maverick replied. Then the jet moved down and away from the F-14's. 

"Oh, shit. His wing man is moving into weapons envelope," Vulture turned in her seat, "I don't like this shit, Mari."

"Get the radio on, Vulture. We can't do this without communication with those two," Marilyn stated, trying to stay calm. She wouldn't dare admit it to her WSO, but she didn't like this situation either.

"All right, listen up. When I tell you, you grab those rings above your head," Maverick glanced at the fifth-generation fighter, "That’s the ejection handle."