#thunderbird oc

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

Jeff was pleasantly surprised, Nibs turned out to be bubbly, polite and kind, willing to help people in the most peaceful way possible, but also willing to put up a bit of a fight. Jeff decided to put her in for a trial run, which turned into a full time job.

Nibs was a good worker. She became firm friends with John, helping him keep an eye on things, keeping an eye on him too. They found that more than one set of eyes overlooking the rescues helped them, and on the thankfully rare occasions that there was more than one major rescue, then those extra pair of eyes became very handy indeed.

Jeff was sure it was also helping John’s health, especially now that he could come home from time to time, sharing shifts with another trusted Astronaut. Whenever they swapped shifts, the rest of the Island were given strict instructions to leave them alone for a day or two, so they could accumulate back to Earth’s gravity, it being slightly different to the artificial gravity on Five. It didn’t seem to have a huge impact on the Astronauts, but it was better to be safe than sorry. They were monitored almost all the time, Brains recording their body’s reaction to their environments, things such as radiation and different stimulus.

At first John, felt the stresses of work. It started to seem that even when he had a non-working conversation with his dad, it shifted into work especially if a disaster decided it wanted their attention. Speaking with his brothers seemed to go along the same route, they would end up talking excitedly about the last rescue they had been on, or reminisce about old ones. Sometimes Alan would talk to him about his school work, sometimes they would be able to talk about space, or other hobbies they shared.

That’s why he thought talking to a complete stranger like Nibenhu Cas would be just about work mostly. To be honest he had no idea what to expect. The first time it happened, he was thrown a complete curve ball as the saying goes.

“So…” Nibs gave a slight smile “What’s the weather like up there?”

John looked up from the monitor, the puzzlement evident on his face, making Nibs smile all the more. “I’m sorry..did you just ask me what I think you asked me?”

“Depends on what you think I asked you,” Nibs leaned forward, a full grin on her face now, leaning a cheek on one hand, elbow on desk.

John couldn’t help but smile himself, there was something contagious about it, even through a screen. “Well...it’s dry at least.”