two rival aviators make it their mission to set up their top gun instructor and his old flame in hopes of them falling in love again. they didn't exactly plan to fall in love either.
set it up au x top gun maverick
❝good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, these are your saviors speaking❞
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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐊, 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍. She gazed out, the salt air cooling against her skin against the suns warmth. The pit of dread was back in her stomach. She fiddled with her flight suit zipper, a nervous habit picked up from high school. She'd already said her goodbyes, just in case. Damn this mission for bringing out the pessimist in her.
The team flooded into a room, lining up in order. Anticipation flooded the room as they awaited the decision. Maverick stood at the front, looking at the sea of faces.
"It has been an honor flying with you. Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission, my choice is a reflection of that and nothing more." Maverick stood at the front, looking out at the sea of serious faces. There was a sense of anticipation, somberness, as they awaited the decision. Harper glanced at Hangman, whose expression was unreadable.
"Choose your two foxtrot teams." Cyclones voice pierced the silence, standing beside Maverick.
"Payback and Fanboy." Their jaws tensed, faces set in resolve. "Phoenix and Bob." Harper glanced at the two pairs, whose gaze were focused on the ground. She couldn't imagine what they were feeling, shock, determination, fear.
"And your wingman."
"Rooster."
Harper's shoulders sunk, some of the tension leaving her. She glanced at Rooster, who looked almost surprised, then focused her gaze on the ground.
"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserved role thats required. Dismissed."
The others flooded out, patting the selected on the back or fist bumping. Harper couldn't help but throw her arms around Phoenix, then immediately froze. She cleared her throat, pulling away and offering Phoenix a reassuring smile, trying to be professional. She patted Bob on the shoulder, fist bumped Payback and Fanboy, and offered Rooster a nod.
"Your target is a clear and present threat." Harper stood with the others under the deck. A small crowd gathered between two planes, focusing on the screen in front of them with Warlock's directions. There wasn't much lights, shadows falling over the faces of others.
"A secret uranium enrichment site under rogue state control. Its an underground bunker, tucked between these two mountains. Your route of ingress is heavily defended by surface-to-air missles backed up by fifth generation fights. Once your F-18 strike team crosses the border, tomahawk missiles from the USS Leyte Gulf will launch a synchronized strike on the enemy's airfield here. This will knock out their runway. But you'll have to contend with any planes already in the air. The moment those tomahawks hit, the enemy will know you're coming."
