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Another blast and their rocked against the walls of the mining base, Zayne would have said a joke about Green industry's crappy building and structures, but right now getting off the rock with everyone is number one priority

Dimitri led them through the corridors using the grapple, to gain extra speed and more launch around the corridors that were now falling apart around them

"Came just in time." He halfed joked, glancing at Zayne floating after him, Alan tucked against him

"apologise for not so welcoming on  arrival..."

"We just need to get yall out of here, then we can apologise later" Zayne waved it off

The Ukraine nodded and stopping them

"For now your just Anderson astronaut, not his son...they will freak out more that you are here...just until we get out of here...da?"

Zayne looked at Alan and nodded

"Yeah...I can..." He tilted his helmet making it hard for everyone to see his face

"Perfect..."

He opened the door to the hanger seeing 5 of the other members of the crew

"Dimi-"

"It's the rescue the plan worked" He floated over helping them with the bags

Alan floated over helping

"We got your distress call on the beacon, we have a rocket outside to take you all home"

Another blast and the astroid groaned in pain

A women, dark hair with some grey creeping around her temples, he recongnised as Elaina, managing to duck falling debris, with Dimitri pulling them towards the airlock

Zaynes paused realising something wasn't right

"Anderson- Where's your commander-" 

Everyone looked at Zaynes tinted helmet, as Dimitri suddenly snapped around, doing a head count

"where is he, Becca I thought-"

"He's after the black box, that's back to obsevation-" Rebecca responded over the rumble of the station

"I'll get him, Alan get them out of here"  Zayne pushed away from the wall to gain a little distance away from the crew, just catching the mission specialist worrier look

"Alright, Zayne" Alan floated "Everyone please follow me to the pod were getting you off this heap"

A few thank yous and cheers passed around the group and Alan led them towards the pod outside

Zayne exhaled using his EVA suit to fly through the corridors

The observation Quarters, it was darker now, which made it a little difffucult for him to see with the tinted visor, his eyes just picking out the figure illuminated by the window light

"Mr Anderson?" He called out, floating in to the room, watching the figure in question grabbing something but the room was too dark to see

Zayne untited his helmet to see little better he paused

Eyes on the faded suit almost identical to the other crew member, apart from one thing

The name

Anderson

His hair longer, still had the dark curls with added strands of grey, his face more lined with age and stress of 7 years, trying to stay alive, keep optimism up and caring for a crew of 7...

But his eyes, deep brown, that were always soft, that would sharpen on tasks that need his full attention like now focused on picking up the blackbox

"Just give me a-"

Mark paused, mid turn dark eyes widened suddenly as they locked onto Zaynes own

The cracking and rumbles of the base flooding the room as both look at eachother

"M...Mark?" His shoulders dropped, croaking up slightly, mouth open to take in shakey inhale

Zayne swallowed, throat tight, licking his lips

7 years

7 long years thinking Mark...his dad long dead

7 years he spent grieving, never expecting to hear his dad's voice again

^^^ First things first, a chat between me and Silver from when Scott helped her figure out her name finally... Side note: Yes, Jeff has feelings about hearing this name again. Not only did he get to indirectly help Kat with her name change... Lucille did too, from well beyond the grave. May have been part of the reason Kat latched on to the name so hard

... Meanwhile Gordon thought picking on his sister by making silly nicknames was the next step when he was told.

Self Explanatory.

Scott grimaced, feeling the steel cut through him like butter, his fingers trembled as he gripped the rebar.

he gasped out a winded breath, feet just brushing the floor as blood oozed down staining the steel bar and down his legs, dripping down to the cracked floor below him, as he pratically dangled in the little air pocket he found himself in before the building collapsed

He wheezed swallowing thickly holding onto the bar, that's stabbed through his side, trying to stop himself from sliding further down, hearing the faint rumble around him as the building steadied, cloud of dust surrounding him and little flakes of concrete settling on him

"Thu-zrrt-bird one?' He heard Virgils worried tone breath through his helmet, he wheezes as blood filled his mouth and coughed splattering red on his visor

"V-virgil"

"Scott, stay with me-"

He wheezed feeling the strength in his arms loosing the fight to keep himself from sliding down the steel rod, slick with his own blood, adding to the growing puddle around the base of the rod, a slick squeltch as he inched further down the debris with a muffled gasp of pain, he blinked rapidly, gasping weakly trying to with a free hand push himself off it, with very little improvement of his situation

"John-"

"I have read on his suit Virgil. It..." He heard John voice go quiet as his pulse rushed in his ears, he knew they'll never make it to him in time, he just knew, he inhaled a shakey gurgled gasp

"Virge..." Scott swallowed what blood was trying to drown him, as his fingertips numbed, the cold slowly curling around him like a blanket

"Look-look after em y-ya hear-.." He breathed out shakely

"Scott, hold on were coming, just hold on" Scott would have smiled at desperation in his brothers tone, the bite of tears that he knew would be threatening to spill for his Virgils eyes

"John...steer em...right...dont..dont let em loose th-their way"

His fingers shook as his fingers opened Channel to all his brothers

"G-gordan...don-dont stop..jok-in...ya h-ear"

His vision clouding in

"S-tay...stay in-in schooll...Al...Alan..." his world slurred as his grip failed him and he felt his head thud, a cloud kicking up a little as he gurgled, he swallowed thickly breath raspy

"I...lo-ve y-you...all..."

Hearing a muffled choke sob from one of his brothers, a roar of emotions as the world caves in, pulling him under.

———

Virgil managed to find the remai- no...no not remains...his big brother, that was his big brother laying there in the debris.

He bled out under the collapsed building, his right side peirced with metal rebar, blood still slick around his form, staining the front of his gear into a deeper blue

Virgil snapped the bar with the jaws of his exo, lifting up Scott's form, like hes done countless times before this

Getting into Thunderbird 2, settling him down on the medical bed.

Just looking at how peacful his big brother looked, apart from the blood staining his gear blood around his mouth and dust...he just looked like he was asleep, like he would usually be when Virgil carried him to bed.

He hesitated bringing over the scanner, he knew the answer way before the scanner finished

Dead

His hands shaking as tears started falling he backed away as a sob wrecked through his chest, glancing at his blood stained hands as he dropped back pressing to the wall of thunderbird 2 hull

Hiccuping as he curled up blood stained hands over his mouth as he tried to stop the whimpers leaving his lips eyes never leaving Scott's form just laying there like he was asleep

———

John stood, tears bubbling at his eyes, he watched as Scott's vital flatlined, unable to do anything about it, he barley heard EOS worried voice, just the low flat beep in his ears, knowing his big brother was gone

His throat closed up, trying to stop the choked the sob that was threatening to break through his form, break down the walls he has around his emotions, trying to keep the mask of the collected international dispatcher everyone knew, he wiped his eyes, breathing hard, to try and keep the control, which was a vastly loosing battle, as he started to think about he did nothing and watched his big brother die

And he was powerless to stop it 

And his mask he wore shattered into a million peices as he dropped against the gravity ring curling up into a ball as choked sobs broke free

———

Gordan slid into Alan's room who blinked at him eyes wide, tears falling down his face

"He-hes alright right?"

Gordan swallowed feeling the bile bubble up, his insides twisted looking at his little brother

"Alan-"

"He-hell be here? He's joking right?" More fear flooding the youngest Tracy as he stood watching his baby brother, his own tear falling now

"G-gordan?"

Gordan breathed out a whimper, bottom lip trembling and Alan staggered over, grabbing his brother in a tight hug, Gordan pulled him closer hiding away his head in the smaller frame, feeling his knees buckling, shirt becoming soggy from Alan's crying into his chest.

Scott Tracy, was gone

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