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The story involves Maverick confronting his past while training a group of younger Top Gun graduates, including the son of his deceased best friend, for a dangerous mission. Rear Admiral : Maverick. Thirty-plus years of service. Combat medals.
Only man to shoot down three enemy planes in the last 40 years. Rear Admiral : 'Distinguished. You should be at least a two-star admiral by now, if not a senator. Yet here you are: Captain. Why is that? Maverick : It's one of life's mysteries, sir.
Rear Admiral : This isn't a joke. I asked you a question. Maverick : I'm where I belong, sir. Rear Admiral : Well, the navy doesn't see it that way. Not anymore. Rear Admiral : These planes you've been testing, Captain, one day, sooner or later, they won't need pilots at all. Pilots that need to sleep, eat, take a piss.
Pilots that disobey orders. All you did was buy some time for those men out there. The future is coming, and you're not in it. Rear Admiral : Escort this man off the base. Take him to his quarters. Wait with him while he packs his gear. I want him on the road to North Island within the hour. Maverick : North Island, sir? Rear Admiral : Call came in with impeccable timing, right as I was driving here to ground your ass once and for all.
It galls me to say it, but Maverick : Sir? Rear Admiral : You are dismissed, Captain. Rear Admiral : The end is inevitable, Maverick.