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Post by Peter "Maverick" Mitchell on Mar 1, 2005 17:04:24 GMT -5
Finally after a week of rain, the sun was shining in Mira Mar, at least partly there were clouds still in the skies but it hadn’t kept them from their training, just made it more interesting. It was all he wanted to do, be in the cockpit of his jet, flying to the limits of the sky and beyond pushing himself physically and mentally. It was Goose that brought him back from his daydreaming with a jab to his ribs. Looking up the dark haired pilot gave him a smug look, which his best friend and partner responded with a wide grin.
They were in their Tactical Maneuvers class, going over how to handle different situations against the enemy. But Peter Mitchell, better known as Marverick, couldn’t focus, he was ready to get out there it was his life. Just as it had been his fathers life. Maybe that’s why they had the name they did, Ghost Rider. He always felt as if he was riding with his fathers Ghost, and sometimes that grounded him.
Turning his head he looked forwards catching the glance from Tom Kazanski, Iceman. It was always a competition between the two of them, who could be the better Pilot. Maverick smirked his direction to the mocking of his daydreaming, he should have known that Kazanski would have been paying some attention to him. Right off the bat they didn’t get along real well. In a place this competitive it was a given.
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Post by Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood on Mar 8, 2005 22:54:30 GMT -5
“Miramar, as in “Fightertown USA”… Miramar?!” she exclaimed to her superior in the Pentagon. “You heard me Blackwood. You have been assigned as the Top Gun’s TAGREF this semester. Now stop grinning and get out of my office you’ve got a lot of packing to do. And Charlie, let me be the first to congratulate you. You’ve earned this.”<br> Weeks later Charlotte Blackwood was finally starting to feel at home in her new rental home. The house was finally unpacked, and although most of the furniture was here when she arrived it had a sense of familiarity that came with a summer beach house. Her morning started early, with a five-mile run followed by a long shower and then a casual ride to her office on the military base. The classic Porsche was her baby… despite the fact that she’d transferred from the Pentagon, Charlie wasn’t about to leave her baby on the east coast.Entering the main gates, she showed her clearance and then proceeded to the staff parking area.
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Post by Tom 'Iceman' Kazanski on Mar 15, 2005 22:03:32 GMT -5
Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazanski didn’t walk, he strutted. He didn’t care how arrogant he came off to others; in his mind, he earned the right to be arrogant. Being in the Top Gun program was just one more thing to show how good he was at what he did. Not many could say they were tops in their field, but Iceman was one of the Navy’s best fly boys.
He had nerves of steel and a level head in combat situations, which had earned him the Iceman moniker before he even finished flight school. His father had been a great fighter pilot, but he had outdone the old man in scores and in confirmed kills. The truth was, Ice didn’t feel totally comfortable unless he was in the cramped confines of a Tom Cat’s cockpit with Slider calling bogies out to him. He was in his element when he was going mach two, guns blazing.
The idea that he might meet his match in Miramar never crossed Iceman’s mind. Why should it? He and Slider were going to walk away with that trophy, no question. It was inconceivable to even think about second place. Oh, he had heard the stories about the other pilots and the things they had done. He had heard story after story about a pair of hotshots he had been a class ahead of in flight school named Maverick and Goose. They could be the best, could hold higher ranks, but Maverick was far too reckless and too willing to take risks with lives and equipment. His reputation was the stuff of legend, but it didn’t impress Kazanski much. He dealt in the here and now, keeping people safe and bringing everyone home. He may be arrogant, but he wasn’t about to risk anyone to showboat, as Maverick did.
Last he had heard, the jokers had been kept out of the Top Gun program following a fly-by on an air craft carrier’s tower. At the rate they were going, they’d be fuel jockies by the end of the year and that’s if the Navy was even willing to keep them working around airplanes. Iceman walked into the tactical maneuvers class and stopped short when he saw Maverick’s cocky grin directed at him. Disbelief passed over him before he could regain his composure and return the same cocky grin to Maverick.
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Goose
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"No, no, no. It's Goose. With two 'O's."
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Post by Goose on Jul 3, 2005 19:30:08 GMT -5
They were lucky to be there, and Goose knew it. If Cougar hadn’t. No. He shook his head, Cougar was a good man, and a damn good pilot. How he could have lost it like that, Goose would never understand. Yet in his place at Top Gun was himself and his best friend and pilot, Maverick. He’d plenty of memories and good times with his friend, and this was just something more. It felt good to be on land again. Not that he minded the aircraft carriers. Half of the time they were in the air anyway. But there was just something about being here at Miramar that made him think of home.
Sure out of the two, Goose had a more level head about things. His daydreaming didn’t last very long, as he looked over to Mav. The slightly younger of the two was daydreaming away, and with class about to start. Elbow jabbed into the ribs of the fly-boy with a grin. “Mav, get your head out of the clouds for once will ya?” Settling himself once again, he took the time to look around the room. When he noticed what Pete had turned to smirk at. Or rather towards.
Iceman. Yeah, he knew about him. How could he not. Almost everyone knew about Kazanski, why he was called “Iceman” because that’s how he flew. Ice Cold. Sure he and Maverick were good, but there was an air of rule breaking around them. Even when Goose tried to sway Mav otherwise. A small head nod was given his direction before he turned around the front door opening letting light into the darker room. His hushed voiced hissed once more. “Maverick.”
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