‘And now that I am president, this little secret of mine will help me get the greatest prizes of all and secure my position for life.’ Petrov smiled at his aide. Getting up, he crossed the floor and held the younger man's face between both hands. “Tell me, who are you?” he asked.
“Leutenant Alexei Lapin,” was the dutiful reply.
Petrov nodded, his smile fond and paternal. “Now, who are you really?”
“Alan Bartlett Tracy.” Alexei recited the words like he was repeating a phrase drilled into him, words in a foreign language that held no particular or personal meaning to him.
“Yes, yes you are. And remember, Alexei, I saved you, I rescued you, I have raised you and protected you and given you the best that I could. I saved you, and now you are going to save Bereznik. Isn't that a good thing?” He let go of Alexei’s face and chucked his cheek like the loving parent he had become. “Go make sure everything is in order, have my car brought around, tell Nataliya I'm working late and Taisia I'm on my way, then go home.” He smiled thinly. “We have a lot to do.”
“Yessir.” Alexei nodded, clicked to attention, and left the room, again making sure that the door firmly closed and locked behind him.
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That could be their next halloween costumes, if they can convince Virgil to be relish. John could be Mayonnaise (to go with his pale complexion ^_^) and Scott, well, he can be the hotdog.
"Scott, you have a call from Alan." John alerted him, making a holographic appearance in the conversation pit. "Try not to lose your cool before hearing him out please."
"Well that's reassuring." Scott sighed. "Patch him through, John."
John nodded, and his hologram was replaced by a holo screen, of Alan with an expression between ticked off and sheepish. And if Scott took half a look at the background, he could guess why. "Scott, it wasn't my fault!"
… What had Alan done? "What's not your fault?"
"I… uh. Might have. Gotten arrested."
WIP Wednesday but its all the blackbird boys suits and functions because I'm very excited to start writing the main fic and the visual diary is proving harder then expected.
Small blackbirds gear rant under cut
Virgil specifically has connections from the gloves to his helmet in which gives him a fake voice when he puts in certain tap patterns to the watch.
Alan has the most advanced suit being the youngest and last made
Specifically Gordon’s and Scott’s more finalised versions of their suits (pictured above) differ from the original suit designs when they went to avenge Virgil
Each helmet has a voice modulator
Helmets have a 'mask' design which spans across their eyes like a band. Mouth and some warpaint designs are still identifiable
Helmets when in the 'mask' have a green ‘target’ symbol over the right eye. This turns to red if one of the vital readings within their suit aren’t normal. Quick and efficient way for the other Tracy’s to know who’s down without outsiders knowing
Where any ‘IR’ branding would have sat upon helmets is their alias. E.g, Scott’s would read Turbo instead of IR.
Examples of the helmets and the mask feature
Anyways rant over I love blackbirds feel free to ask questions.
This is still a giant WIP
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Characters: Scott Tracy, John Tracy, Virgil Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano, Brains, Grandma Tracy, Wilson, Lindsey, Lucille Tracy (mentioned), Jeff Tracy (mentioned)
Summary: I love TOS/TAG with all my heart, but I really wished they'd done a TAG version of The Uninvited. Get rid of the guns and the (kinda accidental?) ethnic genocide, and it's a great ep, and the new dynamics of TAS would have only improved it. Like what do you mean your big brother has been shot down, and everyone is kinda like 'gee! wonder if he's dead or not? golly how darn frustrating'. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. And sprinkled some of my favourite fanon/headcanons in there for good measure.
Dr. Ashton Lindsey had thought that their recent run-in with International Rescue was the turning point in this stupid expedition. But after another week of relentless cruising around the desert, morale was not improving. Thankfully, they’d be heading back to Basecamp Salaar in 48 hours, whether they had found the pyramid or not.
“Well, it was certainly nice to have a change of faces, wasn’t it!? They commented again as Wilson steered their terrible jeep up another sand dune. Meeting the Thunderbirds was all either of them had to talk about, having exhausted every other topic previously. And Lindsey specifically considered iR to be one of their special interests.
Wilson, however, was getting bored of the repeated topic of conversation. “I’m just as sick of you as you are of me, Lindsey. Don’t worry, we’ll be out of this desert soon.”
Feeling the vehicle rock with acceleration, Lindsey watched as the trailer behind them shuddered. “You’re going too fast, again!”
“Relax. Just keep your mind on navigation. We’re supposed to be looking for a pyramid, remember!?”
“Please slow down. Just a bit.”
“Quit whining, or you’ll get sand in your throat!” Wilson swerved along the ridge of a dune.
Behind them the trailer gave an almighty crack, and they both jerked forwards in their seats at the sudden loss of drag. Lindsey watched in horror as the trailer fell away down the steep sides of sand, rolling once-twice-three times before clattering to a stop.
That could have been them!
“You idiot!” They yelled at their partner. “I knew this would happen!”
“All our water is on that trailer!” Wilson was already getting out of the precariously parked jeep. “The solar cells and battery packs, too!”
Lindsey had only just got their door open when the trailer was engulfed by an explosion. Vaguely, the scientific part of their mind recognised the unfortunate combination of Saharan heat, abrasive sand, chemical batteries, and water. But Lindsey could only stare dumbly at the burning wreckage. Even the waves of heat rolling off the fire hardly registered against the oppressive desert heat.
“Wilson…” They tried. “It’s all gone. Everything. What are we gonna do?! We’re over 300 miles from Salaar!”
Lindsey watched as Wilson checked the few supplies they actually stored in the jeep itself. His face was grim. “And we’ve only got three half-used power packs left.”
“That’s not gonna get us 100 miles in this terrain, let alone 300!” They exclaimed as their throat began to close with anxiety.
“We need to contact Basecamp.” Wilson looked over at them expectantly, but Lindsey only felt more dread hit their stomach.
“I… put our transmitter in the trailer.”
“What did you do that for!?”
Lindsey couldn’t even look at the enraged expression on their colleague’s face. But that was when their gaze caught sight of a familiar-looking piece of technology sticking out of the dune only a few metres down. “Look! It’s the transmitter!”
They both rushed down to the long-range communicator that must have fallen out of the trailer before the explosion. The little box was intact, but something rattled when Wilson grabbed it.
“It’s taken a pounding.” He assessed. “But it might be okay… Wilson to Basecamp Salaar… Come in, Salaar… Do you read me?”
Nothing, not even a burst of static, came from the speaker. Even the communicators on their wrists had lost signal without the transmitter to lock onto a network for them. Lindsey flinched as Wilson smacked the side of the box. “Pile. Of. Junk!”
“Stop! Just – Let’s bring it back up to the jeep.”
“The sonic-wave compensators must be damaged. It’s not working.” Wilson concluded glumly.
“We have to get through somehow!” Lindsey encouraged, but could hear the desperation in their voice. “We’re gonna need water soon, or we’ll die!”
“Let me have a look at those maps before we both lose our heads. There might be something out there.”
Lindsey scoffed incredulously. “What, like sand? In every direction it’s just sand, sand, and more sand!”
“Like an oasis, Lindsey. I’m sure there was one around here somewhere.” Wilson snatched the old paper maps from the navigation packet Lindsey had compiled. They realised that as navigator, they really ought to know what was in the surrounding landscape, but it felt as though their mind had gone up with the trailer.
Stranded in the Sahara Desert.
No water.
No shelter.
And no way to call for help.
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D'ya like 'em? If ya have, which Marvel characters d'you reckon the Tracy brothers are most like? If ya haven't, then never mind. BuTttttt honestly, I reckon Kayo's proper similar to Nat (Natasha)
Yessssss I’ve seen basically all of the animated films! Avengers Assemble, Earths Mightiest Heroes, Avengers Ironman/Thor, Avengers Ironman/Captain America, the animated Black Widow Movie, Ultimate Spiderman, Spectacular Spiderman, Unlimited Spiderman, All New Spiderman… Ah, the list goes on 😭 Been watching them since I was five!
Oh Kayo’s 100% close to Widow!! They’re both flat in speech, but they have big protector-hearts!
Virgil would be close to Captain America not because of morality but because they both have the same hobbies. They both like to maintain their strength, they both are traditional artists, and there’s the fact that they’re both such sweet hearts!
I feel like it’s between Gordon and Scott as to who gets Hawkeye. Naturally, Gordon makes sense because they’re both jokesters, but like Scott, Clint’s quite dedicated to being perfect and so he trains a lot. I would give it to Gordon, though, because he can share the same qualities often too.
I feel like it makes the most sense giving Alan to Falcon, Spiderman, or Nova… Then to narrow it down, I wouldn’t say Spiderman because they both have opposing motives. Nova’s too outspoken for Alan, which leaves Falcon! They share very similar values and act similar!
John would probably be close to Iron Man in the sense that they both appreciate being in their high tech environment as it gives them the ability to see more than they would by simply being in the field. And they both level the playground much better with this. So that just makes sense.
Scott is a difficult one he could be like Steve Rogers but they have opposing motives and are too leader-like to make it work between each other. He could be like Tony but again, Tony’s too self-centered. Maybe he’s Peter Quill? They’re both leaders, they both defend, they both have similar motives!