Top Gun: Maverick | Miles Teller & Tom Cruise

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LINA'S POV

I put zipped up my flight suit over my little bump and I looked myself in the mirror, it looked cute. I didn't show very much yet, it only looked like I gained some weight which I had. But I did like seeing it grow. I put my flight gear on, made sure my bun was tight enough and then grabbed my helmet and confidently walked out into the hallway. I heard the rumbling and the noises from the runway, god it soothed my soul. The majority of the earth's population would find it annoying and disruptive but me, it gave me clearance and calmness. Just like that that yoga crap gives calmness to all the stressed latte moms out there. Yoga by the way, bunch of crap. Get a massage for god sake, or a divorce. Either one probably will help.

I saw my students looking excited and anticipative. First flight as a Top Gun student, I remember that day. It was powerful. Like you were on the top of the world. You were selected to become Top Gun Fighter Pilot, the finest title in the Navy. People would know you had made it, you were the shit. And graduating first would open doors you never knew existed. And if you showed extreme excellence you might even be invited to join the most prestigious squadron in America , The Top Gun Squadron which included the 13 highest ranked Top Gun graduates, which meant it was the highest ranked aviators in America. I remember being the one standing there waiting for the instructor to come out, fly the first exercise, showing what you were made of. I remember being a little nervous, I had a lot to prove. I was the only woman in my class with dickheads to classmates who definitely didn't think I deserved to be there. Hurricane is included in that group.

We headed to our respective jets and I sat down. It did feel a little weird strapping myself in the seat with the bump. I wasn't nervous, just conscious. I checked the systems and made sure everything was clear. I started the radar system, the engine and the thousands of other systems that needed to be up and running before the canopy lowered above my head. I connected myself to the oxygen before I signed that I was ready and the canopy lowered. I moved my fifth gen fighter out to the runway and got clearance from the ATC to take off, I pushed the throttle forward and an immediate pressure hit my body. Woah, that felt weird now being pregnant. But my body got used to it quite quickly and I was ordered to keep the altitude on 4'000 feet, not an inch lower and not to exceed 700 knots.

Being up there watching three of my students above me took me back to the training for Top Gun: Maverick. I trained those guys almost exactly how I train these lads, not really the same, these ones were actually fighter pilots but the principle was the same. A lot of the exercises were the same. And a lot of the terminology was the same.

"Good morning, aviators. Ready for your first exercise?" I asked through the radio.

"You quoting Top Gun: Maverick?" My student Birdie asked. Apparently Birdie was hit by a bird strike on his first time up in the air at the Naval Academy, therefore his callsign.

"Or are they quoting me?" I asked and I could hear him chuckling.

"Good point." He said.

"Alright, aviators, let's see what you got." I said and looked up at the stomachs of their jets. I've done this so many times, I could do it in my sleep but the best part is, their reaction was always the same. I put my jet in a fast climb, blazing in between the two jets making them swerve and I chuckled.

"Holy shit!" Birdie said making me chuckle even more. Always the same. It never failed. I levelled out my jet and looped back around them.

"Whoever gets a missile lock on me, wins." I said.

"And if we don't?" Birdie asked.