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Written In The Stars • Two

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Orion

I awoke in the morning with a decent feeling of a hangover, nothing to regret or write home about but just present enough to be an annoyance.

I shower, do my hair and some light makeup, eat some breakfast and then finally get my uniform laid out. Since it’s nothing formal, other than this meeting, I pull on my navy issued OCPs. I prefer them over the khakis and that god awful material that the flight suits are made out of.

I grab all my last minute necessities, and my backpack, and bolt out the door before I somehow inevitably make myself late.

I check my phone once more to verify the meeting time before checking the time on my watch, and I couldn’t be more thankful in that moment, I have enough time to hit a drive thru for coffee. I can’t stand the pot of mud that base coffee is.

I badge in when I get onto base, before making my way towards the building that Admiral Simpson said to meet him in. Over my time in the Navy and being stationed here for so long in North Island it takes me next to no time to pull up at the building.

I walk inside, and speak to the mousy little secretary, who salutes at me. It’s honestly still a shock to be saluted at. I quickly salute back putting them at ease again and tell them I’m here to meet with Admiral Simpson, before taking a seat and waiting my turn.

I pull out a notebook, and begin jotting down some notes from previous squadrons and platoons that I’ve taught, remembering what worked best for the groups and what I need to focus on more. I get distracted from notes hearing the raised voice of Cyclone in his office, and I hope that my fate isn’t like the poor sap that is currently getting the berating of a lifetime in that office.

10 minutes later, the door to the office that contains Admiral Simpson opens, and low and behold, the poor sad sap that was getting berated was none other than my mother figures on again off again boyfriend, Captain Pete Mitchell. I nods towards Pete whispering, “Maverick.” as he nods back to me.

Mav gets down the hallway quite a ways away before I’m called to come in. As I enter the office, I salute to Admiral Simpson, he salutes me back before ushering me into a seat across from him.

“Commander Nox, I have to say your reputation precedes you, but not in the same way as I had just said to Maverick.”

I nod, “Thank you Sir. I worked very hard to get where I am, wouldn’t want to tarnish that.”

He nods, “I understand. I called you here as you have heard from the previous mission we had here, we almost had quite a few members of our squadron not make it home.”

I nod taking in his words.

“What I want you to do, is with your set of skills, I want you to teach these flyboys a thing or two about surviving. Anything they need to know, I want you to teach it. They expressed that they would like to increase their odds at coming home on these dangerous missions by any means.”

I nod once more, and pull out the notebook that I was previously making notes in. I showed everything that I’ve learned in the time I’ve been teaching, what all has worked, what hasn’t worked, and what could still be worked on. We spent the next few minutes discussing class length, in terms of how much time I have to get these guys ready for their next mission.

I explain how I would like to take advantage of night time training if possible, and how I would like to set up different courses for them to run, using the knowledge I instill, to see what else they need assistance in.

As soon as I finish going over all my plans for the squadron he nods, accepting what I’m offering to bring to the table before ushering me out of his office and to follow him.

He leads me down the same hallway I had previously seen Mav scurry down and leads me into the door that Mav had gone in. I wait in the back of the hangar room that is currently in session of being briefed. I zone out while Warlock and Maverick speak, I only resume focus when admiral Simpson steps up to the podium.

“Today we are introducing a new instructor. Her reputation is highly decorated and distinguished. Her platoons and squadrons have completed LandNav courses in record times, no one has come close to her time. She’s also led many ruck marches with her platoons in exceptional timing.”

I bounce softly on the balls of my feet, as Cyclone tells each of these aviators all my accomplishments. My eyes scan over the group of aviators in front of me, and one particular one looks familiar, then it hits me like a bag of bricks to the chest.

“Shit..” I mutter under my breath, thankful that no one else is nearby enough to hear it. There before me, my eyes locked onto the gorgeous honey curls that I spent last night with at the Hard Deck.

I look back to Admiral Simpson, just in time for him to nod at me to make my way up to the podium. I quickly void my face and body of any emotions that I was just experiencing. I square my jaw, pull my shoulders back, and walk down the aisle way to the front of the room.

I hear different mutterings from the aviators in their seats around me. As I turn around at the podium and set my notebook down I scan the group from the front of the room. As I’m scanning over them and begin to speak about the training I intend to put them through, I see Rooster’s face, his eyes damn near fully bugging out of his head, glaring beams in my direction.

“I will be teaching and training each and everyone of you what you requested to learn. You all have asked for more ways to increase your chances of surviving missions. I will teach you everything I know about navigating the world around us no matter the climate or biome we’re in.” I begin as I keep scanning over their faces.

“I’ll be setting up courses and ruck marches, along with day and night time training. You’ll continue your flight training as well with Maverick here. Tonight we’ll be meeting back here for night training session one.”

I nod to them and to both Captain Mitchell and Admiral Simpson. Simpson nods back before leaving the room to return to his office, and Captain Mitchell takes over, before dismissing the aviators to the locker rooms to get ready for their flight training today.

After packing up my stuff, and beginning to walk out of the room, I’m called over by Captain Mitchell. “Hey Rio, hang on a moment.”

“Yes Sir, what do you need?” I asked, turning back and approaching him.

“Go get changed into your flight suit, I want you to watch their ACM training today. I know you’re an aviator yourself, but this will allow you to see their limits. I’d also like to have you join me in the skies to act as another bandit, for training purposes, but we’ll save that for another day.” He explains to me, as I nod understandingly.

“Will do, Maverick!” I say, and turn to walk out of the room towards the locker room myself.

My walk to the locker room was quickly halted as no more than 200 ft out of the hangar room’s door, I felt a huge warm hand grasp around my bicep turning me around towards them.

Bradley hisses, “You never told me you were an instructor!”

I smirk back, “Well you never asked!” I say far too confidentially and shrug at him. His hands immediately fly to his face. I swear if that man dug the heels of his palms any harder into his eye sockets he'd give himself two black eyes. He turns, forcing his back into the wall leaning against it. “I cannot believe I fucked my superior.” He groans, now scrubbing his face with his hands.

I scoff at him, “what you just assume that you hear my callsign and that I’m some newbie pilot here at Top Gun?” I shake my head, thinking of the audacity of this man, before I turn back towards the locker room.

“Rio wait–” he calls out. I shrug off the massive palm that lands on my shoulder. “You have training you need to get to Lieutenant.” I say closing before barging into the space that is safe from Rooster.

Maverick

As I’m speaking to the Daggers about their upcoming mission, in about a month's time, I see the door at the back of the room open, as Cyclone leads in Commander Nox, or better known around the base as Rio, the party animal.

I finish what I have to say and allow Cyclone the podium. He begins his introduction of Rio to the Daggers.

That’s when I notice Bradley turning around to see who is back there. Reminds me of the time when I was being introduced to the Daggers for the first time, and Hangman having the realization of who I was.

Bradley turns around with a dopey ass grin and a sparkle in his eye that I have only seen come from the Bradshaw men when they are looking at their soulmate. It was the same look that Goose had given Carole as soon as she stepped foot off the plane to visit us at Top Gun.

The look was quickly dashed, when Cyclone said, “I present Commander Orion Nox. Callsign Rio.” The now present look of distaste leads me to believe they’ve already met before.

Rio approaches the podium and gives off her speech.

I clap my hands together, and dismiss the Daggers to go get ready for their flight training while Rio packs up all of her items.

Before she leaves I call her over to me, “Hey Rio, hang on a moment.”

“Yes Sir, what do you need?” She asks, turning back to me.

“Will do, Maverick!” She says, and turns to walk out of the room towards the locker room.

I follow her out and can see what I can only assume to be a lovers quarrel as I don’t want to get any closer and interrupt them or butt in where it’s not needed.

Watching this whole scene play out reminds me so much of when Goose and I got our tails chewed out during Top Gun, but also reminds me of Charlie and I. I could only hope that whatever fate this may be, I wish them the Goose and Carole kind of relationship and not the Charlie and I kind.

I chuckle to myself as I walk out to the flight line to do my checks before I get into today's training session with these pilots. Those two are just going to have to figure this all out on their own.

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hatilead · 3 years

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@dochaes 🍒 + @moonwoken

somehow i just knew you were going to send in orion and tbh - i love that energy, love love love it !

anyway, where do i even start when it comes to gushing about orion ? i’ve become a better person from knowing him ; a better writer too but i’ll get to that later. talking to orion ooc is so therapeutic in a sense, it’s the familiarity for me, the knowledge that somehow i am being fully understood without needing to explain everything i say. ( and as he himself said, this isn’t just mental health brain, this is far more profound than that. ) i know he picked the right pen name because orion is such a bright light on my horizon, a strong moral guide that i didn’t even realized i was missing until he appeared in my orbit.

it’s been a delight getting to know him, planning to go on adventures has given me something to look forward too, which, let’s be real, is something everyone needs in these days. each day i am baffled by his kindness, his understanding, and the way he manages to leave a mark seemingly so effortlessly ( and i know it isn’t effortlessly, but he makes it seem so, and perhaps that is his greatest gift ) orion makes each of my days a little brighter. and i don’t think i could ever gather enough words in any language to fully put that emotion to paper.

as a writer - it has simply been an incredible journey to create and develop dynamics with him. i find myself pushing harder to write worthy replies for him, because his words are so breathtaking, so hauntingly beautiful, that it catches me off guard each and every time. when reading his work, i really feel as if i’m in the french countryside, as if i myself am standing in whatever place he describes.

his work is pure poetry, and i consider myself incredibly lucky to have been on the receiving end of his work. i gasp in delight each and every time, my heart grows seven sizes and then i get sweaty palms because oh no how will i ever match this pure talent ?

orion, darling, i can’t wait to sit in a car with you and expose you to all the types of european folk music. i can’t wait to see the world and then some with you. you cannot get rid of me now, no way to get out of this binding friendship contract. ( unless you want to, you know this xoxo ) but most of all - thank you for being the brightest star in the sky and making my life better each and every day.

#dochaes #moonwoken #i am nothing if not a simp for orion #i. MANI MOON MOON AWOO ! ( ooc. )

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