Ok so here is an idea that I have had for a while. I know this will probably seem really weird but check my profile for more details and a full on explanation. We are working on the idea that Maverick and Charlie stayed together, that they were younger and had heaps of kids while being stationed on an aircraft carrier. I know its not what would actually happen and that most of this is impossible but I'll try to keep all fighter aircraft true to their make.
It was her birthday! That was her thought as she slipped from her bunk to the ground with the stealth of a ninja. Soon she was making her way to the mess, her dark hair framing her delicate young face as she padded silently towards her destination. Today it was her birthday, her second birthday. Granted, she shared this birthday with her triplets, the most annoying people in the world. All they wanted was Barbie dolls which she generally ended up with as well but this year would be different, Dad had promised!
She was soon standing in the doorway to the mess, ready to pester the first person she saw into giving her the presents she craved. She waltzed through the door and as she did so the lights flicked on illuminating the ship's crew. A pair of arms wrapped around her waist as she was lifted up for a cuddle.
"Happy birthday Mia," whispered FLTLT Pete Mitchelle as he placed his daughter back onto the ground.
"Thanks Daddy. Where's my present? You promised!" whined the young girl as her father's eyes twinkled in amusement.
"Your present is your fighter piloting licence Mia. You can come on our flight this morning," stated the Flight Lieutenant as he watched his daughters eyes widen.
"Really? Can we go now? Can we?" pleaded Mia attempting to use her puppy dog look but without too much success due to her excitement.
"Yes of course but are you sure you don't want to open you other presents?" asked 'Maverick' unsurprised by the reaction.
"I can open them later, let's go!" with that the young girl turned and bolted towards one of the ladders that led to the deck.
It wasn't long before the flight was airborne and heading away from the aircraft carrier. The flight was just assuming formation as an enemy formation descended onto them with all guns firing. –Mia, head back to ship, you are not to engage—I repeat you are not to enga'-' The signal cut off as FLTLT Pete Mitchelle's aircraft was blown into smithereens. The battle soon commenced with each seasoned pilot paired up with another equally seasoned pilot.
Mia was at a loss, she wanted to stay and fight but her father had ordered her back to ship. Her conscience winning her over she turned back to go back ship. Just as she engaged her thrusters piercing blue eyes met her own, they were enlivened from the kill and instantly she knew it was he who had killed her father. Right then, she vowed she would see him die and sink into oblivion. Her thrusters engaged she turned and piloted her way back to the "Britannica".
She returned to the ship to see it being torpedoed by enemy aircraft, and she strived to put her aircraft down on the uneven deck. Despite the difficulties she managed and was able to jump clear of the hail of lead that soon came down upon the fighter jet. That's when the young girl heard the screams, they were coming from below and it sounded like it was... her mother!
The ship suddenly took on a huge list and before Mia could do anything she was thrown overboard into the water. Pain, it was all she could feel. It encompassed her and consumed her whole. There was nothing she could do, no way to stop it.
Mia had only just realized she was badly wounded, bullet wounds littered her body. Her heart ached for the family and friends she had lost as she vowed she would destroy those who had done this. She continued to float in the dark waters, the waters stained so dark by blood and littered with bodies and limbs.
The oil crept closer as she tried to fend off the darkness. The fire became steadily hotter as it engulfed the skeleton of the Britannica. One day passed into the next each day consisting of the consuming pain and grief along with the prominent tiredness that threatened to take Mia under.
It was on the fifth day that the chopper appeared over the horizon, just as the fire took over the weapons bay on the ship. Rescuing the four survivors was touch and go, but eventually they were pulled from the water and returned to base. Mia was the only one to survive in the long run, falling into a coma in order to survive.
Okay guys review and tell me how you liked it. Transformers coming in later chapters. This was just the prologue.