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A WIP but I give it no context..
TW -> war, mentions of death and assassination
'If you go after the head of International Rescue you realise we are dead right? We will fall to the same ill fate Bereznik did. WE WILL BE GONE,' the King turned on his heel, anguish reflected through grey eyes, 'Carezteah will be no more then a small smudge on the map. The forests will be no more, we'll be as radioactive as Dutah.'
The special ops commander simply raised her head, 'I never said I would kill the man. Trust me, if I wanted Scott Carpenter Tracy dead, he would have fell to his demise not long after his bullet went into my brothers skull way back in Bereznik.'
Right so I had the dumbest idea last night and decided to dedicate all of today to getting this comic done, it’s probably not the best and the idea itself is kinda stupid but hey I have an example for comics for commissions now YIPEEEEEE
Summary: The other brothers are yet to find the horrors of what Virgil has gone through.
Warnings: Mentions of surgery, Colonel Janis.
A/N: Again, no medical professional here so there may be medical inaccuracies. All I have to say is.. sorry. OH and screw the GDF..
Grey, suffocating fog hugged the island as if it itself was a bad omen; the sky only identifiable with the fact it was a couple of shades darker than the rest of the place. A gentle rain, the type that cools the place down rather than makes things wet, came in sideways due to the wind. If Scott squinted from his position at the balcony, he could watch as the ocean angrily ate at the sides of the island. His hand clenched around the rail as he ran a hand through his hair to push it back into its slick-back. Any and all information still holographically projected in the dining room of any hopes of Virgil’s whereabouts. Any calls to the GDF went unanswered, and Kayo and Lady Penelope were at a no-contact point of their mission. He’d hate them to come back, to find Virgil missing. For the 100th time, Scott cursed himself that he wasn’t there for his younger brother. He should have insisted more that someone went with him, that he went with him. Though, maybe then there would be more of his brothers stuck. Maybe he should have shut International Rescue down after all.
Footsteps drew his head up slightly from where it hung, a soft shuffle indicated his visitor's identity. ‘Scott. Stop beating yourself up for this,’ Grandma Tracy lent on the rail beside him, her head tilted towards him as the rain gently fell upon them both.
‘I shouldn’t have let him go,’ Scott mumbled, hands scrubbed his face in frustration.
‘Even if you said no, do you think Virgil would have let those people without a way off of that rig?’ Grandma put a hand on his back.
‘No,’ Scott admitted. Virgil wasn’t one to disobey direct command, but when he did it was usually to save someone. He would throw caution to the wind if it was to help someone out, really, all of them would. Virgil just had that extra care factor that would eat at him until he did something about it.
‘Then that settles that, it wasn’t your fault,’ his grandmother tilted her head up in victory.
‘I just need to find him,’ Scott sighed, his hand balled into a fist and tapped itself against the railing a couple of times.
‘John is doing everything he can, we will find him, he will be okay,’ she smiled. Her honest, gentle blue eyes left Scott to nod slowly.
As if the universe wished to answer the question before Scott even spoke it, the villa shook with a roar of engines so powerful only one ship in the entire world would ever be able to create such a stir within the Tracy's. The 4 VTOL’s fired as she drew closer to the island, a simple silhouette in the fog.
‘Thunderbird 2!’ The yell from Gordon seemed to kick Scott into gear, his feet took him faster than possible through the lounge, then down his uniform chute with the simple explanation of faster. Explanations rushed to Scott’s conscious, ideas formed and panic caused sweat to accumulate on his brow and chest. Virgil could be hurt, incapacitated. Worse even, Thunderbird 2 may just be empty, her cockpit drowned in nothingness but an autopilot home. He held his breath as her struts lifted, the pod left on the ground.
His heart sank as blue armoured uniforms came into view as the pod descended. Large growls of engines outside told him that GDF fliers awaited their soldiers' return. Silence found itself hung over the hangar like a threat, the soldiers slowly moved forwards with perfect precision. The faint thuds of boots against concrete echoed into the hollowed cave systems the hangars sat in. It felt as if metal had been dropped into Scott’s mouth when he finally lay eyes on the man they escorted within their centre. Metallic swirled around his tongue in a frenzy of fear, his breath got caught in his lungs and left him there. It felt bad to stare. Sloppy stitch work lined his younger brothers neck, tired, scared eyes shone within the lights. He was barely upright, being held up by the soldiers beside him, disorientated, Scott felt the word bound over in his mind like it echoed.
‘Your brother here, has learnt a valuable lesson,’ a man from the back strode forward, Colonel Janis, Scott could recall his fathers mention of him once or twice. The man’s snarl seemed to plague Scott’s mind's eye even when his gaze settled back to his little brother. Small was never a word to describe Virgil Tracy, but currently, the man looked about half the size of the soldiers that held him up. His head hung, breathing sounded strained as if it was an effort.
‘What did you do to him,’ Scott grit his teeth, the air had a thick feel to it, as if to move through it was to move through liquid. A ghost of a smile passed over Janis’ face.
‘We gave International Rescue a direct demand to stay grounded. You have disobeyed our command directly- and now you must face the consequences,’ Janis motioned to Virgil briefly before he strode closer to Scott, a cold finger came to his jaw and tilted it up, a grin on his face, ‘that being your little brother’s punishment here, and… hmm, the noise detector.’
‘Noise detector?’ Scott shook Janis’ hand off of him, hands balled into fists.
‘You seem unaware of how dangerous this bioweapon truly is, Scott. You are a danger to the entire world, along with your brothers, of course. Until you can learn to listen to what we do, you shall have a noise detector installed into the villa,’ Janis paused for epic effect, hands tucked behind his back. He had paced a moment away from Scott, but he turned his head back to make eye contact. ‘Too much noise, and we will send our fliers here. We have 4 more brothers to punish. Oh, and the engineer and old lady,’ Janis motioned to both Brains and Grandma Tracy who took a step back at the suggestion.
‘I propose you listen,’ Janis shrugged. Scott took a deep breath.
‘This is too far, Colonel. I understand the bioweapon is a threa-’
‘A-ba-ba-ba,’ Janis cooed, ‘Scott. You do not understand. You haven’t understood. Maybe you will now.’
‘You said only no-noise past 6pm. Not no noise what-so-ever.’
‘Yes, the noise detector will only be on then. 6pm-5am. Then you are free to go about as much noise as you wish,’ Janis gave a shrug.
‘Would the bioweapon not be drawn to noise all day long?’
‘Yes, but in daylight there is much more noise, less ability for them to find their next victims.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Do you want the noise detector on all day? You forget I have your brother on the tip of my fingers, a slight motion of my hand, my GDF soldiers fire.’
‘Fine,’ Scott took a step back as he looked over to his little brother. The worry sparkled in his eyes, yet somehow he seemed distant. In pain, potentially, with the way he held his body, as if he braced himself not to fall over, ‘tell me one thing. What you did to my brother.’
‘Ah, he was silenced. Don’t fear, the drugs will wear off soon. He was quite… how to say, stressed,’ Janis pushed Virgil forward towards Scott.
Virgil was pushed into Scott’s arms and all Scott could do was hold him. Not that he wanted to be anywhere else, but the lack of movement from his younger brother sent a cold shiver down his spine. He just held Virgil, wiped the stray tears as he ignored the sound detector being moved into the villa. He ignored the faint plea from Gordon for Scott, he just let Virgil melt in his arms. Heavy, gasped breaths came from the younger Tracy, a slight shake in his hands from either the remains of the drugs or the fear.
‘They operated on you,’ Scott whispered as he motioned to the stitches that even Gordon not paying attention could have done a better job off. Around them was red and inflamed, Scott winced at the angry site on his brother's neck. There was a faint nod from Virgil.
‘Come on, lets go upstairs,’ Scott whispered, unable to take his eyes off of his little brother, ‘Grandma. They’ve operated on him.. What.. what did they do?’ Virgil’s lack of words scared him. Scott pulled Virgil’s arm around his shoulder to support him.
-*-
Holograms eerily illuminated the dull lounge. Scott’s hands ran through his hair, dark circles pulled at his eyes as he attempted to be as discrete as possible. Past 6pm, the holograms he stared at in the darkness of the villa was not something he was supposed to do, however, he needed answers. Specifically, answers for what they did to his little brother. Virgil hadn’t uttered a word since his return, and though there could be assumptions for what had happened, Scott didn’t wish to wait around. John sat beside him, he had come down from the return of Virgil and the current spiral Tracy Island seemed to slowly sink into.
A point of John’s finger made Scott’s hairs stand up on his arms as he finally settled on the plans. To literally silence their brother, specifically, a laryngectomy. It must have been partial, seeing the fact their brother could breathe without a stoma. Heat bubbled from Scott's chest, teeth bared in a painful scowl. His knuckles turned white as he gripped his fathers chair. Hastily, he grabbed a pen and the notepad that John and him had used to communicate for the past hours they spent huddled behind their fathers desk.
In theory it should wear off, right? Will he be able to speak again? Scott passed the pad to John when he wiggled his fingers for it.
In theory, perhaps. But we don’t know how much they… messed up. These doctors' credentials don’t match up. Pen against paper scratched before John motioned to the holograms again.
You’re telling me they just had.. A random guy off the street operate on my little brother? Scott passed the pad back after writing his response, his stomach churned when he looked back at the approved signature for Virgil's surgery.
Yes. Yes I am. John gave a glance to Scott. There was a shaky breath between them, a hand went to Scott's tensed shoulder.
I can’t let this go. I need to do something. Scott’s eyes pierced John’s. An agitated crinkle of his nose, throat tightened along with his fists. It took everything within his being not to go grab a weapon out of the hangar, march into Thunderbird One and bring justice to all of the people who even laid a hand on his little brother. A deep breath entered Scott's lungs. Soon, he promised himself as he took one more glance at the approved document. They will pay. The GDF is no longer an ally.
Be safe, big bro. John smiled. Both exchanged more looks as the holograms powered down. Scott made sure he avoided the squeaky floorboards as he made his way to his room. Within the hall, he watched the sound detector slowly blink its red light, the horrible feeling of being watched crept up behind him. He stared at that red dot like it owed him money, the slow blink taunted him before Scott finally let it go and slipped into his room. Covers met his cheek and scratched at him as he stared blankly into the abyss outside. Barely able to make out any of the island’s features through his window. The silence was unnatural, Scott forced his eyes to close. The GDF will pay, dangerous bioweapon or not. They’ve crossed a line.
Mark Sr, Head up to Anderson Station, being the commandinh officer doing his check ins with his 5 on base staff
What could go wrong
Part one
——————
"Honey have you see-"
"Your ID is in your wallet dear" he heard from the kitchen, he smiled nodding checking his wallet seeing his ID and nodded again knowing that his ID was in there
"Not like you need it though" Grace smiled kissing his cheek "second most well know man around the world"
Mark Anderson senior, the man who pushed for space exploration, to look forward to the next exploration in the vast cosmos, he knew his wife was right
He smiled kissing his wife's forhead
"I know..I know" He smiled planting another kiss on her forhead, standing close to eachother in the their home
"You really need to go up?"
"You know I have to, the station needs its commanding officer" He gave a soft smile curling a hair behind her ear, meeting her soft blue eyes, the same eyes he's fallen in love with in university, eyes he could swim in and find a paradise In
"Go and say goodnight to your son you baffoon" she smiled planting a kiss to Marks mouth with smiled
"Yes honey" He kisses her back, pulling away from his beloved embrace, walking down the corridor
"Daaaaddd" He smiled hearing the 17 year old drag his name out
He knocked on the door, before stepping in, eyes falling on the spitting image of him
"I'm 17 you don't need to say goodni-"
"Ahh, ease dropping?"
"You and ma talk loud"
Mark snorted at junior, sitting down on the bed
"I know, going to be up top for a while so this is the last time you'll see me physically kiddo"
A pout
"I know that look junoir...what's wrong"
"When...when can I join you up there with everyone?"
Mark smiled combing a hand through his sons fluffy locks
"When you have at least have some space training Marky, alright?" He smiled kissing his forhead, watching te green eyes flicker up at him
"You say that everything dad..."
"I know I do, because I'm right" He pressed another kiss to his sons forhead
"Look after your ma you hear?"
A small nod before Mark stood heading towards the door
"Dad?"
He turned around to his boy sat up in bed blinking at him
"Love you..."
"I love you too, junior"
———
"Anderson Station, this is original over" He smiled, gliding Lucy towards the shimmering station, that steadily orbited the moon
"This is Anderson Station, to original, welcome back sir" came the steady voice of the space traffic controller Rebecca, she's the youngest of the crew on the station, she is one of the best at guiding passing rockets amd always a welcome voice to hear in the vacuum of space
"The landing bay Delta is open"
"Thank you becca"
He guided his ship, into the landing bay, landing her with a steady thud, and the bay doors closed behind him, and the air cycled in
He clipped his helmet off attaching it to his belt, stepping out of Lucy, with his bags feeling the artificial grab him, he wobbled, always does make him unsteady getting used to it
The doors opened and the noticable boot steps came in
"Dimitri-"
"Anderson good to have you back, sir" He smiled at the Ukranians heavy accent, the man's eyes softened as it settled on the American
"How is the family?"
"Grace is good, writing a paper on Martian rocks and the likelyhood of water...and junior..." He smiled "junoirs, junoir always up to something" He followed the other man who nodded, as they made there way through the station
"The Eden project?"
"40% complete sir, the bots are working like a treat"
Mark nodded, "Anything else to report?"
"Apart from doctor Boucher wanting you to have a check up here so he can check, witn the data from Earth, everything is good sir"
Mark nodded
"Thank you Dimitri"
"Of course sir, I'll be waiting at command"
He stepped into his barracks, placing his bags down, unpacking steadily
He dragged hus thumb over his wedding ring with a smile, attaching his earpiece
"Call Grace, please"
His earpiece chirped
"Mark?" Came a tired voice
"I'm here" He smiled "your about to sleep?"
"Ah huh" He heard a yawn from the earpiece
He sighed "good, I love you Penguin"
A soft sigh
"Love you too owl"
The call ended and Mark beamed packing the rest of his gear away, before checking in on his team
———
He sat on the medical bed letting doctor Theodore Boucher work, the the blood pressure band inflating steadily around his bicep, he wiggled his fingers feeling his fingers tingle with the pressure
"Your BP is raises, Mark" the methodical voice of the doctor glared up slightly from the monitor "It's expected In flight travel, but I will want another check up in a few rotations."
Mark nodded, he was never one to argue with the doctor with his demands, as the band was deflated, and removed, Mark rolling down his space suit
"Other then that any other issues?"
"The usual doc, balance getting used to the gravity up here"
The doctor gave a soft smile
"Thats what you always say Mark" He turned away packing away the monitor
He smiled standing "how are you Theo?"
"Missing home just as normal" the doctor sighed, hands settling on the counter
"But only for a few months" He smiled
Mark nodded "if you need-"
"My duty is to this station and my patience here, Mark"
Mark smiled "you always say that Theo"
———
"When the moon hits you eye, like a big piece of pie- oh hey Mark!" The irishman beamed as the commander walked towards him
"Hey Vi...doing my rounds"
"I'm good, going through the bio chemicals magic, treating it and reusing it for the labs"
Mark chuckled, Viggo always hated being called the waste cleaner, he was far from it, man figured out how to reuse their waste to create fertiliser for vegetation that grows up here
"Ah huh?" Mark smiled leaning on the wall, eyes falling on some stickers that have appeares around the sanitation officers station, before his eyes flickered back watching the blond, who beamed
"Please, trust me original, came up here with Dimi, Theo and Becca, having plants and the people I love to work with"
Mark smiled nodding, watching as the blond tilted his head
"Still get home sick Mark?" The blond raised an eyebrow, cause he caught on sharp to his dropping mood
Mark always gets a little home sick when away for long periods, but doesn't everyone up here?
"Always..."
The blond smiled opening his arms wide, Mark sighed with a smile, welcoming the hug, feeling the tightness squeeze
"You'll be back with you wife and son no time Marky"
———
"The damn converter...." the black haired women mumbled, rolling her jaw with a scowl
Mark, smirked at the mumble as he stood in the door way, before tapping on the door hearing the clatter and footsteps
"When did you get here?" The stations engineer grinned hugging Mark tight who squeaked at her tight hug nearly picking him up off his feet
"A few hours ago" He gasped as he was finally dropped
"Doing your rounds?"
He nodded
"Any-"
"We have a mild issue with the satellite which I'm fixing before we go the other side of the moon, power is up ready for when the station does go behind the moon, and back up gens are on stand by incase the solars didnt collect enough energy...but we have enough power to go around no issue"
Mark smiled nodding taking in the information
"Thank you, Elaina"
"And I'm good by the way, got up little later before everyone, family issue rose and-"
"Elaina, I trust you alright?" He smiled, knowing she'll try and explain her reasoning "don't need to explain, trust you to catch up with the work that's needed, and tell me If you need a hand with anything"
She sighed head tilting down before smiling
"Thank you"
"So what's was that about a converter giving you trouble?"
"Oh my god-"
———
He waddled up to main command, three coffee mugs in hand as he hummed the song that viggo got stuck In his head, he stepped into the main deck, welcomed by the sight of the pink haired space traffic controller, sat at her control desk, hand steadily weaving the hologram, while Dimitri stood a few steps behind her, stirn gaze fixed on the tablet in hand
"This is Anderson Station, reports on we have 6 hours before we are on darkside over, ground base"
"Over Anderson Station, preparing for radio black out down here"
"Thank you, ground base"
He saw the pink hair women, taking notes on the tablet, Dimitri glancing over
"Gonna be silent few hours when we go around Becca" He hummed
"I know, mean I can catch up with my book"
Mark headed over, mugs in hand, Dimitri caught his eye, nodding a silent thank as a mug was handed over into his scarred hands
Mark leant over Rebbaca shoulder who smiled taking her mug as she sat at the control desk
"Thank you Mark"
"Any time, how are you two?"
Dimitri waved a hand towards Rebbaca letting the younger women speak first
"Got my stock of stickers updated and immediately attacked Viggo with them" she grinned behind her mug
"I saw his gear with the stickers"
"Ma also dyed to hair to match me, she's been sending me messages and reminders you know, usual parent things" she smiled, literally speaking to two parents, Mark side eyes Dimitri
"Dimi?"
"Alex send me a pictures of little Jossey, they are on the lakes together" He smiled sweetly, Mark would have bet money the bigger man would be kicking his feet with joy at the memory
"Your a dork Dimi" Rebecca shot at the man, watching Dimis face become red
"He is my beloved and my sweet baby girl"
"She's 14 dimi"
"She's still my baby." The Ukranian scowled
Rebbeca chuckled sipping her drink, Mark knew that the mission specialist had no heat towards the pink haired women, he saw her too much as a second daughter
"Dorks....the lot of you..."
———
An hour before going around the darkside of the moon
He filed reports, sending them to the people appropriate
His fingers hesitated over the email accounting that of Jeff tracys death, he Inhaled rubbing his eyes, remembering the news of his friends accident, archived it for later issue
He said his peace, and tried to reach out to try and help the Tracy family, but was met with silence, people grieve in different ways...guess this is just how the Tracy's would do it
He paused, eyes steadily tracing the threads of the bracelet that junior has made, he fiddled with the loose threads, Mark had a matching one, he remember his sons grin tieing this one around his wrist, makinh a promise to always stay in contact, a smile came acfoss his face at the memory, before exhaling a slow breath
Coffee....
He stood grabbing his empty mug, stepping outside into the corridor
"To all staff on the station, we are an hour away from going dark, this means zero communication to Earth" Rebecca's voice called through the radios
"Please make sure you have sent all emails, calls, photos or communications to family and friends on Earth, we will loose communication for 6 hours, that is all" the radio cut out
He paused at the glass window, over looking the big blue marble, he smiled taking out his phone, steadily lining the shot up, before clicking to take a photo, sending it to Mark with the caption
'You'll be up here too in no time kiddo, speak you in 6 hours'
He smiled, inhaling deeply knowing junior would be long asleep by now, and his own body clock was starting to sneak up on him
He inhaled deeply, looking back towards the Earth, smiling softly, tapping the thick glass separating them from the emptiness of space
"See you soon kiddo...."
He headed into the canteen, immediately feeling eyes on his back, as his mug was stolen out his grasp
"Dimitriiii" He sighed turning around to the taller man
"You need to sleep" He heard a huff and Mark smiled
"One cu-"
"Nooooo...turn on your heels and go to your barracks" the mission specialist half smiled
Mark smiled shaking his head
"Finnnnneee" He patted dimitris shoulder "an hour-"
"Three."
He pouted
"Two?"
"Deal"
He smiled "don't let the place burn down as I go sleep"
"Da...go sleep, good night Mark"
"Night Dimi"
He turned heading towards his barracks again, pressing the button on the wall, and his room was plunged into darkness, he took his boots off, laying them beside the door, and into sleep wear, laying on his bed
He leant his phone down
Last message
He rolled back over, clicking his wife messages
' goodnight penguin, heading to sleep, love you and little Mark so so much, look after eachother'
He waited for a second, seeing no response, likely deep asleep it would be 3 am...
He smiled softly, letting his phone down on the counter
He layed on his back yawning, eyes fluttering closed
Only two hours...
His eyes falling heavy as sleep finally pulled him in
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