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I'm scared that I'm a burden to the people around me, the people that I love. Have you ever felt the same? How do you deal with it?
Hey Anon 👋
Short answer is - boy have I ever (and still do occasionally!)
Long answer?
After the ‘foil, there were months where I couldn't do the things I'd always done without thinking. I needed help just to sit up, I was in a load of pain and I was angry all the time. Not a small number of times, that ended up being channeled at the people trying to help me - my family, mostly. I’d spit fire at them because I just didn’t know what to do with everything I felt, especially the shame of feeling like a burden to them. Y’know, they’re trying to run IR, and there I was, stuck in a bed.
And every time one of them helped me or changed their plans because of me, there was this little voice in the back of my head saying “you’re making life so much harder for everyone”.
But the thing is, fear has a way of taking something true and twisting it into something cruel.
Were people helping me? Yes.
Did they worry about me? Absolutely.
Did they have to change plans because of me? Yes.
Was it difficult for them at times? Of course.
Was I making life harder? No. The situation made everyone’s lives more complicated. Not me.
Did that make me a burden on them? Of course it didn’t. Because there's a difference between being a burden and being someone who needs support.
Burden implies it’s something unwanted. If one of my siblings gets hurt on a mission, I don't sit there thinking, wow, what an inconvenience this is, I can’t believe they’re making me worry about them. I help because I love them. Same with anyone I care about. Even if it takes time or effort, even if it might be difficult. I’ll happily take the weight because I would do anything to make sure they weren’t going through something alone.
So… why would I assume the people who love me see me differently? Why would they not want to help?
That doesn't mean the fear disappears overnight, y’know. Sometimes it still sneaks up on me, especially on bad migraine days, or when I was back in a neck brace and we were trying to get clues to what happened to Dad and I could do jack shit.
When that happens, I try to ask myself a question:
"If someone I loved came to me with this exact problem, would I think they were a burden?"
The answer is always no, because I’ve never thought of any of them as a burden. I like ‘em just how they are, and I’d just be grateful they trusted me to try and help..
The people who love you, really love you, aren't keeping score. They're not secretly counting all the ways you've made their lives harder or cost them something. They're choosing to be there because you matter to them. And that might seem difficult when you maybe don’t like yourself a whole bunch in that moment, but it’s not difficult when you think of what you’d want to do for them if the shoe was on the other foot.
Y’know, sometimes the bravest thing you can do isn't rescuing someone else. Sometimes it's trusting that you're worth staying for when you're the one asking for that help.
And hey, lastly - don’t judge yourself by what you need on your hardest days. Judge yourself by the same kindness you'd give someone you love on your best days 🫶🏻
Green industry's, ran by that of Derek Green, always dispised that of Anderson tech, in fact, anything to do with Anderson. It's just funny when space freighters blow up and crash unexpectedly in the ocean. Zayne gets dibs on what can be picked up
Warnings: swearing, mild sex joke (literally only one) terrible terrible puns
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Zayne snorted half hearing Brains joke on electrons, it was quite positive, to say the least, as the two engineers nattered together in the Tracy island hanger for the Thunderbirds
Zayne fixing one of URSAs thrusters from a mild damage on a rescue with Thunderbird 2 to aid in a collapsing satellite that helpee with GDF operations
Which lead them to limping URSA back to Tracy island to be patched up
Zayne, sat on top of URSA, on the forward fuselage, with Brian's below him, Virgil getting out of his gear to get snacks and drinks for the engineers
Zayne pushed up the welder mask glancing down at the other engineer below him
"You know, I gotta say thanks for this"
"Pfft, p-please" Brains smiled "You've saved us more then o-once Zayne, i-its only fair to re-repay the favor here and there"
Zayne smiled lowering the welder for Brains to take
"Besides its g-good to have a third e-engineer around, o-one actually with a degree i-in rocket science"
Zayne laughed "don't let Virgil hear you Brians" He grinned
"Hear what?"
He glanced down seeing the flannel wearing Tracy holding a tray of what looks like lemonade, he chuckled watching as Brains try and create a convincing lie to diverge Virgils raised eyebrow
"Don't worry about it too much" Zayne waved his hand, before sliding down the nose of his ship landing with a thud walking over towards the work bench they set up to hold some of Zayne gear and diagnostic gear
His space suit, half undone, the arms tied securely around his waist, his under tunic on show as he leant on the table just as Virgil placed the tray of lemonade
"How is she?" Virgil moved his head to indicate towards URSA, as Zayne picked up one of the glasses, taking a sip
"Well...damage was minor, easily fix, specially with what yall have here"
"W-we still need to run engine diagnostics" Brains reminded Zayne, he nodded in response
"That we will do"
Virgil leant on the table "gonna take long?"
Zayne smirked "plan to get rid of me that quickly Tracy?"
"Oh lord no, just trying to..." He glanced around quickly, before leaninh in closer to the younger man, dripping his voice "get you out before your invited to stay for Grandma's Tracys cooking"
Zayne snorted "Ah...I've heard the horrors from Alan and Joh-"
"International rescue" speaking of the devil as the space dispatchers voice rang through the hanger
Johns hologram appeares up on the work table, all three looked at him
"What's up John?" Virgil raised an eyebrow turning towards his little brother
"More what's coming down, I suddenly got an alert of a Green industry's deep space mining freighter blowing up during reentry, some debris landed in the Pacific, it's easy clean up...but" the dispatcher hesitated a second "I'm getting pings from a beacon"
Zayne raised an eyebrow and huffed placing down his glass
"I'll check it out John, seeing its not a big issue and you know space debris expert" He grinned as Brains chuckled and virgil tried to hide his eye roll with drinking the lemonade
Zayne shrugged on his space suit fastening it
"Oh and tell Derek he can get the thing when I'm done and if he proceeds to be a ass-"
"Tell him your the space chairman, and you can do what you want with what falls out the sky?"
Zayne clicked his fingers at Johns grinning hologram
"Exactly"
Virgil chuckled shakiy his head at Johns and Zaynes interaction
"We'll wait for you Mr sass" virgil sat down on the work bench seat beside Brains
"G-go easy on the t-throttle Zayne"
"Will be Brains! I'm always carful!" He called back as he walked through the loading bay, as URSA turned on the landing pad
He half heard Brains and virgil talk, something along the lines
"What was that about the rocket scientists degree?"
And brians nearly choking on his drink
URSA heading outwards to the open sky's, the sun glistening off her paint work
He shifted his suit on and gloves, helmet clicking onto his under suit, he flickered switch as the engine ignited, purring in response
The display showing the engine diagnostic and the location he was heading thanks to John information
He tapped the photo on the dash, of his father before his death, before focusing on the job
URSA cleared the hanger bay before he pushing the throttle up
URSA engines roared
Steadily lifting
Zayne let her gain enough height
Before shifting the engine to flight, the two jets tilted horizontal, pushing her forward
Zayne grinned, keeping an eye on URSAs monitors incase she suddenly started beeping warnings at her, but she held together likely with spite
"Atta girl"
"Hot mic" hearing John's smile in his tone, and he couldn't help his own smile coming across his lips
"Yeah yeah, ETA 25 minutes" He pushed the throttle, feeling URSA speed increase, he couldn't help but let a grin pull against his lips
She was no Thunderbird, but she was all his
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He arrived in the crash zone, eyes on the scanner which picked up multiple floating debris on the oceans surface, with some even below the waves as be circled the area, but the beacon sang out loud and clear on the scanners
He switched URSA to hover over the debris field
"Going fishing John, gonna hook me a beacon"
"FAB" John chuckled "hook us a big one"
"Aye aye captain Tracy!" He teased
He made his way into the loading bay, the door opening
The waves bobbed the beacon like a fish caught on the line, just waiting to be reeled in
Zayne hooked the grapple into the back of his belt before leaning out of the cockpit of the hovering URSA before lowering himself down with a grunt
He managed to grab the top of the beacons edge, Halling it out with effort with how heavy it was, it chirped at him almost mocking him in some digital beacon way
"Got myself a beacon!" He grinned before he pressed the winch and he was reeled upwards again, dropping his new chirpy friend to the loading bay floor with a thud, it rolled a little, before Zayne got it tied down, to not provide a hazard when he's flying again
"Zayne your getting company, clean ups here"
He grunted closing the bay doors sliding into the pilot seat
"FAB, clearing out" He shifted the control and was flying away watching as boats pass him below
"Heading back to Tracy island, see what she got in her"
"FAB, meet you there URSA"
Zayne half smiled at John's tone
Zayne held up the beacon above his head with a grin "look at how big she is!"
"A-an amazing catch!" Brains clapped his hands as Zayne waddled out with the ball placing it on the table
Virgil picked up the lemonade as the table jolted with the weight of the beacon
Before the astronaut took off his helmet and gloved grabbing his left drink from virgils hands
"H-hypothisis?" Brains tapped the casing
"it's his 4th wife's hate nudes"
Brains snorted, Virgil laughed shaking his head as Zayne suggestion
"You really hate the man?"
"He hates my guts verge" Zayne shrugged "besides this came from space, can hide a lot of things in space"
"Yeahh..." Virgil hald smiled as Brains worked on cracking the casing open to get to the beacons insides
He took a few sips of the lemonade half smiling, hearing the soft taps of boots behind him, before an arm slung over his shoulder
"You've got me curious now" John pecked Zaynes cheek with a soft kiss "how was fishing?"
He pointed to the beacon "should have seen it, put up a fight"
John chuckled shaking his head
"Bettings?"
"We have Derek's 4th wife nudes." Virgil smirked around his mug "gonna say its gonna be nothing but space noises thats gonna deafen us"
"Ohh, weres your adventure Verge" Zayne teased, before it softened "You John?"
John pulled a face thinking "maybe just the generic beacon gibberish"
"Or a bomb-"
Everyone stopped and looked at EOSs icon on the hologram
"Thank you EOS" John sighed "still as murderous as ever"
"Ah ha!' Brains cried triumphant and the case cracked and Brains lifted the top, at the pretty basic –not a bomb– distress beacon
"Not a bomb EOS" Zayne chuckled hearing the disappointed sigh from the ai, and Brains plugged it into the computer
It booted up steadily before it started to beep in sequence
•••/–––/•••
••••/–––/•––•/•
–•–•/•–•/•/•––
Zayne felt his mouth go dry suddenly, as the sequence repeated
He heard a shatter
All eyes on him suddenly
Everything sounded distant
Too far away
His throat tightened
Tears bubbled up as a sobbed wrecked through his chest
He just feld Johns grip his shoulder steering away from the hangers, away from the shattered glass on the floor and the damn beacon
That's-
Hope-
He knew it
It was the original name for Anderson Station, very few people knew of the stations maiden name
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Just some add ons for my thunderbird powers AU cause now I've given it attention and its rotting me again 🙏
Gordon HATES saltwater crocodiles with a passion. He says they're the most passive aggressive c*nts to ever evolve on earth.
This is because he tried talking to one and it told him to fuck off and swam after him anyway. Gordon propelled himself out of there so fast he swam into a sandbank upriver and gave himself a concussion.
Virgil tried to pacify it with his aura and the only thing he disclosed to the rest of them is that they were, in fact, c*nts.
John once jumped into Gordon's computer and jumped straight back out and remotely destroyed it.
They would only talk to eachother through Scott for the next week.
One time on a rescue Scott had a premonition of a rock falling on the head of a civilian. He was on half an hour of sleep and a protein bar. He headbutt the rock and ended up knocking over the civilian in the process.
Jeff created a series of files on each of the boys once their powers manifested. In these files is the nature of their powers, strengths and weaknesses, exercises they should try keep up with etc.
Alan has many acquaintances in the spirit world! Some he loves, some he tolerates, some he tries really, really hard to avoid at all times, some who go out of their way to absolutely annoy the fuck out of him whenever they pop up.
For example, he has a friend called Jason. Kid died in the 80's, about 18, sits there and watches Alan play his video games and gives commentary. He's chill as fuck.
Then there's Renick. Absolute wanker. Doesn't know when he died. Doesn't care. When ghosts touch Alan he gets heebie jeebies and like a really cold feeling where they touch. Renick appears when he sleeps and like, does anything from sticking his fingers in his ears to tickling his feet to disturb his rest. Alan swears up and down he never did anything to that old coot and has no idea who he is. He just appeared one day. He was scared at first. Now he's so over it.
They're not on the island all the time, only now and again. They go do their own thing most of the time. But Jason once told Alan that he gives off a certain aura that calls out to ghosts if they're close enough. Jason followed Alan home from a rescue. God knows where Renick came from.
Even looking at Virgils art can cause a wave of calm to wash over the looker. He says he paints it with the intention of good thoughts and feelings, and uses calm, happy colours to seal the feeling
The main room and the medical Wing have his paintings on every single wall. Each of the boys also have one painting in their rooms. (It's of their 'birds).
John does research on areas Alan is sent to on the ground while they're on the way. If it has a history of a lot of deaths, or even a few violent ones, he tries to keep Alan next to the Birds or focusing on calming down civilians.
Alan likes space because there's rarely any ghosts up there
Scott once woke up, instantly predicted an intruder on tracy Island and demanded EOS to lock down the entire island. She did. John was stuck in the space elevator until he convinced EOS that HE was the intruder.
Gordon has a pack of dolphins he goes swimming with every morning. He even attended one of their funerals.
Gordon, swimming like a regular human, can win Olympic medals. Gordon, propelled by his powers, can easily break 70MPH underwater. It causes stress on his neck going that fast though, cause water pressure.
It actually pisses him off a lot. He can go that fast, he's so in tune with the water, can feel the microcurrents and the little temperature differences and knows when there's a predator in the area, and the water feels like home. This is the same water that he's limited in, can't go too deep too fast, and can't go too fast in general. He can skim the top of the water, though, head above it as fast as he wants. But the problem with that is he can't see cause it sprays in his eyes.
Virgil is present at every single business meeting Scott is at. For obvious reasons, and also to stop Scott from throwing a chair at the board of directors.
Alan tried to call their dad forward many times after his dissaperence, because his brothers begged him to. He didn't want to because he was afraid (of the fact he could, and the fact he couldn't). They stopped after the wrong things kept showing up, and felt horrible at the sight of their baby brother on his bedroom floor covering his ears every night.
Virgil slept with him for weeks.
John urges Captain Ridley and Brains to come up with new firewalls, and to make them as hard as possible. He likes the short challenge it poses. They hate how easy he breaks it apart.
Brains creates machines and nurtures them as his children. Then is dismayed when he finishes them and they already have John's code in their servers.
John is Mr steal-yo-girl when it comes to your technology fr.
Scott sometimes can't sleep because he gets flashes of calamities one after the other. Not even calamities, random wrong doings and bad news that happen to complete strangers. A child receiving a terminal diagnosis, a workplace accident, an amputation, a hit and run, a woman being followed home. One. After. The. Other.
It happens the most when he is stressed and exhausted, he's not so good then at pushing them back. It's like a movie montage you. cannot. Pause.
And he feels so godamn guilty because he sees these people, but across the ocean? He doesn't even know these people, their names, where they live. He can do nothing but pray for them.
Apart from the Hood, kayo, penelope and Parker, they've never met or known of anyone else who has gifts similar to them. They have a theory that Brandon Berringer has an ability. It's called 'dumb luck and impossible to kill'.
He once asked Alan if heaven and Hell were real. He backed off real quick feeling Virgils aura when Alan blanked out.
Alan is so very in tune with the spirit world, he's never known life as a normal kid. He knows things he isn't even sure the living should know.
Gordon's contact name for Alan is 'ouja board'
Virgil: Mr Happy or else
John: terminator
Scott: Crystal ball
Scott once threw Gordon across the room as a kid because he tried to climb a bookshelf. He only tried to use his telekinesis to lower him to the floor. He was horrified. His dad was horrified. Gordon asked to go again.
Gordon hears the last thoughts of marine life caught in nets. One time after a short rescue, they browsed through a local market, and there were live crabs, crayfish and octopuses being cooked in boiling water. He said they were so afraid all they could say was "help". A few of them thought of their mothers as they died because it was their first protection in life, and wanted her to come back again to protect them from the threat.
Gordon does not eat any type of fish anymore, and encourages his brothers to do the same. They try not to in his company
Virgil has to clean his aura a lot. Think of it as a sticky hand. Like when he throws it out to hit away others bad feelings, he brings a little bit of it back with him. He likes to take a quiet hour or two to himself in his room to comb through his aura and make it all clean again. Make sure all the feelings he has are his.
Not all ghosts are bad. But almost all of them are eager to talk to Alan when they're together. They haven't talked to the living in a very long time and it gets very overwhelming when you have multiple ghosts trying to get you to talk to them.
The Green industry beacon cracked and showed a secret that has Zane spiraling, with more questions then answers, with him second guessing what happened 7 years ago when anderson Station disappeared. But it's a call to rescue, and international rescue are good at that
Part 1
Warning: death threats, mild swearing
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Zayne paced, it helped him think through lifes great curve balls that has currently sent him staggering with its newest release of hell
The morse code circulating in his mind, festering, popping the cork of 7 years of messy emotions that he's tried to control for those messy 7 years.
This new information, was far more impactful then Derek has tried in the past
And thats saying something
Could it be false hope?
It's been 7 years?
Why now?
What do I say to the families of the crew??
How??
A ruse to throw him off tilter? (That being half successful if it is fuck you Derek)
There has to be more to this?
This has to be bullshit...there was no evidence-
A throat cleared
He stopped pacing, his head snapped to the grey haired man stood in the door way
"Mr Tra-"
"You know to call me Jeff, Zayne" a soft smile on his face aged face as he walked over aided by that of his cane
"Brians showed me the beacon..."
Zayne turned his head away, chewing the inside of his mouth, taking a deep breath to try and atleast not burst into tears again
"Your nearly as bad as your pops, when he did have something troubling his marbles"
"Guess it's just genetics" Zayne sat down, digging his hands through his hair dark hair exhaling the breath he was holding, Jeff sit opposite him, letting the astronaut take a moment to collect his thoughts
"I was 17 when the Anderson team disapeared." Zayne breathed out, hands dropping to his lap with a light thud
"7 years Jeff...you..." He looked up finally at Jeff "you think they actually could be out there...alive that is?"
Jeff eyes locked onto his before smiling
"Mark, always had people he trusted to watch his back, always had experts he knew could help make a expedition successful....I trusted Mark with my life more times then once..." a bitter sweet smile on Jeff's face "I'm positive there is a chance"
Zayne rolled his jaw taking in the information
"But...it just doesn't make sense...they disapeared on an Anderson tech station...how is a beacon that's Green industry carrying their-"
His brow furrowed, as one thought passes through his mind, his hands crunched his space suit
"A look I never seen on your fathers face" a half joke and mild concern, watching the young Anderson stand sharply
"Wow...Zayne-"
"I'm going to tear Derek Green apart-"
"Okay. Before you do that" Jeff got in front of him hands on his shoulders to try and ease the anger rolling off the purple astronaut
"Brains did more digging"
"More digging?"
"We have a location where the rough origin of the beacon came from"
Zayne jaw clicked as he rolled it
"Whe-"
"The astroid belt past Mars."
Zayne blinked at Jeff dead in the eyes
"When I'm come back to Earth. I will actually kill the bastard."
Jeff inhaled sharp
"Oh...."
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Zayne leg bounced, from where he sat, watching the holo-map, the location of the astroid was pretty easy, amongst the code of the SOS, a pin point location of origin, a mining operation ran by the Green industries, it was 'abandoned' a few years back, which made it likely perfect to keep the crew there, for what reason Zayne had no idea, but just increased Zayne likely hood of actually killing Derek greatly.
A slinded warm hand found his own and Zayne shifted his head looking towards Johns worried face
"How ya feeling?"
"Two second away from tearing Derek apart." He smiled slightly
"Ze-"
"I know, I know" John squeezed his hand looking at Brains who highlighted a key part of the astroid cluster, making the map zoom into it
"T-this here is the rough location that the beacon came from" Brains gave a half smile "it's one of Mr G-Green's mining operations caller the a-astroid K/46" Brians avoided Zaynes glare of death at mentioning the man's name
"Means we need Thunderbird 3" Scott looked at Alan who grinned Zayne stood "I'm coming wit-"
"No, Zayne"
Zayne shot Scott a glare
"With all do respects, you went after your all father knowing full well he may not be alive in that Oort cloud" Zayne snapped "I'm going up there with or without your agreement Tracy."
Everyone was silent before Jeff gave a soft chuckle
"He's got a point Scott, if you don't he'll find a way to follow you up" he patted Zaynes shoulder "I'll come too"
Everyone looked at Jeff in concern
"Dad?" Virgil blinked "you sure?"
"Hey, just because it's been a year doesn't mean I won't miss saving a friend out of there own situation-"
"You do realise they'll also freak out knowing your alive right?" Alan half smirked
Jeff stopped
"You disapeared 2 months before hope crew did" Zayne added on
It was true, Jeff 'died about 4 months before the crew did, with some memory of senior also trying to help to look for wreckage and aid in supporting the GDFs effort in looking for the hood
"Back up pilot" Jeff grinned
An audible face plant from Scott
"It's settled then" Jeff nodded "Alan and myself will be joining a joint rescue with Anderson tech"
Zayne felt the soft shake to his shoulder and he nodded
"Yeah"
He watched Virgil follow Jeff, likely to poke the concern of Jeff joining them in space may lead to longer therapy and further joint issues, watching Jeff wave his hand with a smile calming the second oldest Tracy
Scott sighed
"Just...be safe alright?" He gave a slight smile at Zayne who nodded "I promise Scott...I'm..I'm sorry for snapp-"
Scott shook his head "no need to apologise Zayne, I understand it, I'll check in with Gordan make sure he's okay with the Alaskan clean up" Scott walked away
Leaving the astronaut stood in the hanger
"I'll head up" John voice pulled him out of thought before he was pecked on the cheek "I'll check orbital vectors and flight paths"
Zayne nodded, "John?"
He watched as he stopped mid step, before Zayne leant in hugging him tight, planting a soft kiss on the others mouth, seeing the faint blush form over his freckled cheeks
"Take care heading up" Zayne squeezed his hand
"I will" before John pulled away heading to the space Elevator
Alan stood beside him easing an eyebrow inhaling "right in front of my lemonade..."
Zayne gave a slight smile, feeling a little lighter now a plan was in motion
He ruffled the blonds hair much to the small tracy scowl
"yeah yeah, come on boots up and packed"
He gave a slight playful shove to the small Tracys shoulder, watching the blond gasp push him back
"Race ya!" Before running to go change into international rescue blues
Zayne exhaled, feeling the slight tightness in his chest return, mild doubt in his mind
looking up at Thunderbird 3 exterior before nodding, following after the Tracy
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Alan was doing prechecks, Zayne sat in copilot seat, Jeff behind Alan, looking through the scanner
"Thunderbird 3 your clear for launch" John's voice came through clear as day, Zayne checked behind him "how you holding up Jeff?"
"Good to be back in the saddle" He grinned "even if the saddle has seat belts and leg braces"
Zayne would have laughed, but with bile rising up in his throat, He only hummed with a nod, turning back around to central position
"Zayne..."
"I'm fine...I'm fine" He waves Tracys worried glances away,
Breathing out, his hand coming to rest against his bouncing leg again to try and ease the anxiety that was festering.
Alan cleared his throat
"Welp, we're all good for launch, all preflight checks have come back green and we are clear for take off"
He flips a few switches, the silo encased thunderbird 3, and the roar of the engines met their ears.
They shot upwards
Zayne body pressed back a little into the seat with the force
Closing his eyes focusing on his breath trusting Alan to get them out of Earths orbit.
He opened them again, as the stars became more clear, the darkness of space welcoming them as the Earth pulled away from Thunderbird 3
"This is Thunderbird 3 we've cleared Earths gravity" Alan moved hands flickering over the control
"How the cargo?" Scott's worried tone cut through Alan glanced at both his dad who raised a thumb and then Zayne who nodded
"Both are alive and well"
A sigh from Tracy island
"Alright...be safe the three of you alright?"
"FAB Scott, oh and tell Gordan we went to go get space milk"
Barley just hearing Virgils cackle
"John how they looking?"
"About to meet perfectly in line with calculated trajectories"
Zayne glanced out, hearing the low purr take over the cockpit as the ion engine was charging
"FAB John" Alan smiled
"This is your captain speaking" Alan grinned "please keep your arms and legs inside the Thunderbird at all times, well arrive at the astroid innnnnnn" Alan checked "Ah, 96 hours"
"Would have taken us nearly 5 years back in the old days, just to reach Mars" Jeff chuckled
Zayne exhaled holding onto the seat, the nervousness setting in again
"Were all ready John"
"FAB, stay safe, I'll keep an eye on your progression"
"FAB, John"
The purr turned into the roar as Thunderbird 3 shot off toward the origin of the SOS beacon
Hoping to find some sign that the Anderson crew was alive
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.
The hall Wilson raced through was immaculately preserved, complete with statues and painted inscriptions which were undoubtedly of intrinsic archaeological value. But Wilson couldn't care less. He was far too preoccupied trying to find the water source echoing through the tunnel. Finally, he rounded the corner, and right in the middle of the floor was a knee-height fountain gilded in gold. The water flowing from its spouts was the clearest, purest water he’d ever seen.
“There it is!” He announced, rushing over and cupping the cool liquid into his mouth like a man possessed.
“The Eternal Fountain!” Lindsey exclaimed manically from behind him.
Speaking of possession, Wilson had become increasingly concerned about the rapid mood swings of his colleague. Ever since they had set off for the pyramid, Lindsey had been showing signs of heat stroke. They barely seemed to remember about the danger they were both in outside, completely fixated on analysing the pyramid and recording their discovery. But as soon as Wilson brought up any realistic practicalities, they became wide-eyed with panic and snapped at him to fix everything. He knew that Lindsey really needed a successful expedition to keep their standing in the World Archaeological Society, but he never signed up for this! They hadn’t actually said anything out loud, but he knew they were becoming hostile towards him. As far as Lindsey was concerned, the Pyramid of Khamandides was their personal success. Wilson didn’t care if Lindsey wanted their name first on the reports – he just wanted to get out of the Sahara alive!
“Let’s go deeper!” Lindsey urged after taking only a few sips from the fountain. That was definitely not enough to rehydrate after being without water for so long. “This could be the archaeological discovery of the age!”
“Yeah…” Wilson pulled himself reluctantly away from the sweet, trickling water and watched his colleague explore the edges of the room they were in. Knowing Lindsey, they were probably looking for a false door!
Suddenly, they pushed a piece of panelling that collapsed into dust at the pressure. Lindsey swore, and Wilson lurched forward, intending to grab them before they fell face first into the ancient wall. But once the detritus settled, a faint hissing began to fill the room, drowning out the fountain. He couldn’t see any gas leaking into the room, but he was smart enough to know that plenty of gases were colourless.
“Lindsey!” He called out, rather than edging closer. “Lindsey, that might be gas. You can’t breathe it in! Come back over here!” But even as he said it, he knew he was too late. Lindsey had sucked in a deep breath in shock almost immediately.
“What…?” They replied in a daze from where they’d slumped. “We’re… We’re trapped. Can’t be trapped…”
“Lindsey, please!”
But his colleague had spotted something far past Wilson’s shoulder, something that sent them scrambling to their feet. Wilson quickly turned around too, and what he saw almost convinced him he was as crazy as Lindsey. Because standing at the entrance of the Fountain Room was Captain Scott Tracy, clad in his blue and grey iR uniform. Only a pink scab marked where the cut had been above his eye a week ago.
“Hi?” He greeted, obviously quite puzzled about the whole situation. “Someone called for International Rescu- Whoa!” Tracy threw his hands up in alarm.
Wilson looked back at what had startled him, concerned that Lindsey would not be cognisant enough to protect themself. But he needn’t have worried about Lindsey. They seemed more than capable of protecting themself with the gun they were holding in their shaky hands. A real, actual gun. Pointed straight at Tracy!
I don't know how I managed to reblog that last post: must have hit the wrong button an hour or three back. (shrug) Not gonna delete it, though, as I don't want to disturb the reblogs that stem from it. If I can save even one life by being noisily angry about this, that's enough for me.
...And now on to the bean dish I've been working on for three years!! 🙂
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This Venetian eighteenth century Scroll of Esther is enclosed within an elegant tubular scrolled filigree case. The cylindrical case of delicate silver filigree is beautifully decorated with floral motifs, with a gilded, flower-shaped element on top. In contrast to its richly ornamented case, the parchment scroll is very simple and has no decorations around the handwritten text.
U. Nahon Museum of Jewish Italian Art
Gift of Mrs. Zaban in memory of her parents, who were murdered in Auschwitz.
Trieste, 1987
Oh god, this started coming to me over my coffee this morning and now it won't stop. Shakespeare is far and away my favourite of all the authors I teach to my classes. What if he, not the Andersons, wrote The Tragedy of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons?
A little sample. You can either tell me I'm committing sacrilege or we can get my very first Tumblr writing project going!
PROLOGUE. An alleyway.
Darkness and silence. Enter BLUE and SCARLET, pursued by an assassin.
BLUE
The finger on the trigger now doth bend,
Unleashing force Man cannot comprehend,
A foe, unsought, now found among the stars,
We shall now call the Mysterons from Mars!
Alarum. A skirmish. Assassin falls. A drum.
A man made indestructible by fate,
Will for Earth's cause, 'gainst Mars, participate,
“If you insist on talking shit to the gods, then you’re going to need to be able to back up your claims of being able to fight them.”
“I don’t think sword fighting is going to do much against the gods.”
“Not without a blade enchanted to kill a god, but I’m not letting you touch my god-killing weapons until I know that you won’t slice yourself open by mistake.”
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