𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘 𝒙 𝑶𝑪
Emily Mitchell finds herself back at Top Gun alongside her WSO and brother Logan Mitchell. She was already expecting to see Bradley's familiar face but she would have never expected to see again her father Pe...
Welcome to the jungle, we got fun and games We got everything you want, honey, we know the names We are the people that can find whatever you may need If you got the money, honey, we got your disease
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"ATTENTION ON DECK!", just as those words were pronounced they all quickly stood up and waited for the Admiral Warlock and his Vice Admiral Cyclone to arrive. It was the next day and they were all now in their green uniforms in their first class, it felt good to be back.
When they arrived Cyclone went to stand beside the Aircrewman Hondo while Warlock went to stand before them.
"Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated", Warlock said and they did like he said, sitting down in their places. Emily and Logan were sitting next to each other, at the desk to their right there were Natasha and Bob while behind them there was Bradley.
"I'm Admiral Bates, NAWDC Commander. You're all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best", he began looking at each one of them seeing the proud smirks on their faces. "That was yesterday", he then added watching how their smirks immediately dropped.
"The enemy's new fifth-generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage. Success, now more than ever, comes down to the man or woman in the box", Warlock explained and at that final part Jake turned around to look with his usual cocky smirk at Emily who subtly flipped him off acting like she was going to scratch her head.
"Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be names mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve", Warlock went on and at this Jake turned back around to look at Bradley with a smirk but he barely acknowledged him.
"Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. And he's considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced", Warlock introduced the unknown man and they all slowly turned around.
"No fucking way", Logan muttered as they watched the man in question walk through the rows of desks. It was their father. He moved to look to his right and saw Natasha looking at him with a reassuring smile, knowing of his history with his father.
"Shit", Emily muttered with a groan. Looking back at Bradley she saw his equally pissed off expression as he clenched his jaw.
Javy, Reuben and Jake all sighed either burying their heads in their hands or sinking in their seats. They were the ones who had kicked him out of the bar the day earlier.
"What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign 'Maverick'", Warlock finished before walking away to stand beside Cyclone, leaving his place to Maverick.
The brunette man went to stand behind the desk, a book in his hand as he looked at his new students.
"Good morning", he said with a smile as he looked at each of the students. When he met the eyes of Bradley and the twins he only saw the pure hatred in their eyes as they simply clenched their jaws and looked away. He sighed before speaking up again.
"The F-18 NATOPS", he said showing them the book. "It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I'm assuming you know the book inside and out."
Those words echoed around the room and a small smirk appeared on Maverick's face as he looked at them and holding eye contact he threw the book in the trash can next to the desk. Everyone looked at each other confused, while Logan and Emily simply rolled their eyes.
"Always dramatic", Logan muttered shaking his head.
"So does your enemy. But what the enemy doesn't know is your limits. I intend to find them, test them, push beyond. Today we'll start with what you only think you know. You show me what you're made of", he told them with a smirk present on his face.
Game on.
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Bradley, Emily and Logan were walking beside each other as they walked to their planes. They were now in their flying gear and were wearing their aviators. For their first flight they weren't paired together. Bradley was going as a wingman to Reuben and Mickey while Logan and Emily still didn't know who they were going with. They still hoped to fly again together at least once, though.
"Storm, Rooster, Star!", they suddenly heard Maverick shouting behind them. They rolled their eyes but kept walking ahead.
"Logan, Bradley, Emily!", he shouted again using their names, but they still kept walking.
"Lieutenants!", he shouted this time higher and finally they stopped. They clenched their jaws as they turned around to look at him.
"Yes, sir?", Bradley spoke up, keeping his tone monotone.
"Let's not do it like this", Maverick told them, his voice almost pleading as he looked at the three.
"You're gonna wash us out?", Logan asked him, his tone harsh.
"That'll be up to you, not me", Maverick simply replied with a sigh.
"Are we dismissed, sir?", Emily asked him, her voice angry. Maverick simply sighed before slowly nodding his head and the three didn't waste time to walk away and to their own plane ignoring the looks they received from the others.
