TB-01

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

“Here let me.” Reaching forward, Vani started clearing away more of the shrapnel. She then looked up to Scott. “Where’s your toolkit Flyboy?”

Nodding, Vani gripped her friend’s hand tightly and looked to Scott in his pilots chair. “Step on it Scott. Let’s go stop this.”

"'Just some shrapnel,' she says." Crypto huffs, as her fingers gently worked around her. "Well, Vani managed to clear out the debris, which means you won't be benched as long as you usually would." A small smile on her aged face, Crypto led Bird to the hangar, to where the other Thunderbirds sat, waiting for their next rescue.

Bird swung her legs like a little kid, letting the engineer fuss over her, 'benched? I'm not benched I have my perfectly capable rocket body. Which is stuck in a hangar with a jammed roof.' Bird paused for a moment.

"Oh so you came home unwillingly." Crypto mused. "Such a shame that hangar roof was jammed." She snarked, glancing to the Thunderbird.

'Something like that,' Bird pulled a face, 'I asked them for help, I didn't ask them to take me back here. My point still stands.' Bird blinked blankly at the motherly expression before her.

Crypto’s face softened slightly. “NOVA?” The engineer looked to Bird. “Why would that be active?”

'What I've been trying to figure out,' Bird stood from the bench, a mechanical arm whirred around her engineer in a moment of support, 'Falcon has tried to contact her, I have tried to contact her and we've got nothing. She came online, pinged NOVA, then went back offline. I have gone to the crash site, I still am yet to find something.'

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

“Here let me.” Reaching forward, Vani started clearing away more of the shrapnel. She then looked up to Scott. “Where’s your toolkit Flyboy?”

Nodding, Vani gripped her friend’s hand tightly and looked to Scott in his pilots chair. “Step on it Scott. Let’s go stop this.”

"'Just some shrapnel,' she says." Crypto huffs, as her fingers gently worked around her. "Well, Vani managed to clear out the debris, which means you won't be benched as long as you usually would." A small smile on her aged face, Crypto led Bird to the hangar, to where the other Thunderbirds sat, waiting for their next rescue.

Bird swung her legs like a little kid, letting the engineer fuss over her, 'benched? I'm not benched I have my perfectly capable rocket body. Which is stuck in a hangar with a jammed roof.' Bird paused for a moment.

"Oh so you came home unwillingly." Crypto mused. "Such a shame that hangar roof was jammed." She snarked, glancing to the Thunderbird.

'Something like that,' Bird pulled a face, 'I asked them for help, I didn't ask them to take me back here. My point still stands.' Bird blinked blankly at the motherly expression before her.

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

“Here let me.” Reaching forward, Vani started clearing away more of the shrapnel. She then looked up to Scott. “Where’s your toolkit Flyboy?”

Nodding, Vani gripped her friend’s hand tightly and looked to Scott in his pilots chair. “Step on it Scott. Let’s go stop this.”

"'Just some shrapnel,' she says." Crypto huffs, as her fingers gently worked around her. "Well, Vani managed to clear out the debris, which means you won't be benched as long as you usually would." A small smile on her aged face, Crypto led Bird to the hangar, to where the other Thunderbirds sat, waiting for their next rescue.

Bird swung her legs like a little kid, letting the engineer fuss over her, 'benched? I'm not benched I have my perfectly capable rocket body. Which is stuck in a hangar with a jammed roof.' Bird paused for a moment.

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

“Here let me.” Reaching forward, Vani started clearing away more of the shrapnel. She then looked up to Scott. “Where’s your toolkit Flyboy?”

Nodding, Vani gripped her friend’s hand tightly and looked to Scott in his pilots chair. “Step on it Scott. Let’s go stop this.”

What do you think if the rest of the Thunderbirds?

That or just very unlucky, I am yet to make a proper decision. Though, the statistics of Four's crash rate is not helping you.. It's fine Jeff wasn't any better.. idiot danced to my terrain warnings..

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

“Here let me.” Reaching forward, Vani started clearing away more of the shrapnel. She then looked up to Scott. “Where’s your toolkit Flyboy?”

Risk assessments are very very very important. They keep everyone safe which is essential in this line of work. We very much need them and I refer back to them very often.

You want a second pair of eyes over those evaluation there brains?

That would be nice actually, thank you! It's always good to get a second opinion on these things, just to be extra safe.

*inhales*

My data tells me you have went through at least 4 different bodies of URSA since the concepts for her were made due to explosion related losses.

Risk assessments are very very very important. They keep everyone safe which is essential in this line of work. We very much need them and I refer back to them very often.

You want a second pair of eyes over those evaluation there brains?

That would be nice actually, thank you! It's always good to get a second opinion on these things, just to be extra safe.

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

“Here let me.” Reaching forward, Vani started clearing away more of the shrapnel. She then looked up to Scott. “Where’s your toolkit Flyboy?”

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.

“Once we get back to the island, hopefully we can get some answers.” Vani hummed, leaning back and opening her holoprojector, looking through some old files.

*The crackle of static* Unidentified figure in abandoned IR Hangar identification 001. Hooded figure, 6ft. Seeking immediate assistance- roof is damaged- won't open upon command. - Bird

Grateful for Thunderbird 1's engines being able to reach places within minutes, Vani jumped out of the sleek silver craft before Scott could even land her. Quickly surveying the land, Vani noticed the ajar door leading to the hangar. Slightly charred, sudden break - opened with a detonated device. This person didn't care for being subtle - they wanted in, wanted something.

Cameras rotated to Nirvana as she entered, before they slowly turned to the intruder, a holographic arrow flickered within the cockpits window to help Vani find her way.

Catching the arrow in her visor, Vani’s eyes followed their gaze and saw a shadow around the corner.

Bird's wings tucked inwards with an annoyed thunk. The rocket plane waited, in absolute disgust at who the man turned out to be. If Nirvana wouldn't have been in the firing line, this whole place would be up in flames to get rid of the heartless man. That, however, was suboptimal, the AI mused. Especially with Vani right there. There would be other ways.

Noticing the faint '01' behind Alex's form, Vani inhaled sharply.

Bird had enough, the glow in her cockpit faded as sentience was transferred to the humanoid body which waited in the wings for her. She stretched her arms backwards with the small clunk and shook off the dust as she clambered down from her rocket self, eyes locked to the man that she felt a horrible disgust for. Her mouth pulled into a thin line.

Alex, at the new voice, turned in confusion. Then his eyes widened. The very technology he came to see. The technology that changed lives. The technology that could make his empire unstoppable.

Unbothered by the gun once she knew Vani was safe, Bird took a step forward. 'Scrap metal,' she mused, 'funny words for a man that wants my technology. It'd make him rich. Imagine the possibilities. Better yet, imagine the possibilities of an AI rocket plane at your perfect disposal. A robot, unlike humans, doesn't make mistakes, and can't be put in jail. Pity he ignores to see the potential by labelling it as scrap.'

“Don’t insult me, robot. I didn’t come for you. I came for the technology you possess. Perhaps the rumours are true - you’re as cocky as your pilot.”

“Bird, wait.” Scott holds up his hands and looks to at her humanoid form. “Trust me, I would love to kill this madman for all he’s done. But unfortunately there’s a lot of other people that want a taste of vengeance too.”

Bird snarled and slowly hooked her weapon back into her belt, 'damn. Humans and their damn morals.' Though, Bird mused she was the one who kept listening, so perhaps that was more on her.

“Leave that to me.” Scott smirked and jogged out.

Bird dipped her head into a thanks gesture, ‘Crypto did well on it. Gives me a bit more freedom,’ she took in the hangar from their new angle for a moment before she turned back to Alex.

“I wouldn’t act so cocky.” Alex huffed, then smirked a little too victorious for Vani’s liking. “I usually get what I want. But when I don’t,” The way he glanced to the side, as if looking at something intently. Patiently.

The fact Alex planted a detonation device didn’t surprise Vani. That man was a cockroach, and wouldn’t go easily nor quietly. What did shock her was the lack of pain she felt. Was her nerves fried or damaged that much from the explosion she lost all sensation?

“If I wasn’t in complete shock, I’d scold you for such a reckless act.” Vani breathed, gently holding her close, as if hugging her.

“Okay mum.” Vani smiled a little teasingly, gently starting to remove most of the debris. Footsteps approached from behind as Scott entered the scene, bewilderment on his face.

’Hey,’ Bird gave a glare, ‘like trouble doesn’t follow you around.’

"What can I say, trouble follows us children of Jeff Tracy." Scott chuckled, watching Nirvana finish working at the wires.

'Thats not a flex, Scott,' Bird scrunched her face up at the thought of a required lift from the smaller version of her. She'd spent a bit too much bent in hatred for the younger plane, seen as a replacement to her.

Scott and Vani, with wide smiles on their faces, helped Bird’s humanoid form stand. As they escorted her out to Thunderbird 1, the sleek plane rocket plane whirred in acknowledgement.

“Careful Bird, you’re sounding a lot like a mum.” Vani chuckled and patted her arm. As they settled into Mercury’s compartment; Scott took the helm as the rocket plane prepared for take off.

“Well once we get you looked over, we can get you back to the hangar and hopefully fix that door.” Scott hummed. “What have you been doing over there?”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked, glancing back.

A hand on Bird’s arm, brought her out. Vani smiled softly at the craft and nodded. “Understood. And I would love to help an old friend. But this must be difficult for you too.” Gently squeezing, Vani spun her body to face Bird.

’It started with Falcon. She received an encrypted distress call. It was through her inner homing processors so only 02 could have sent it- unless someone has hacked into our code which if so, that’s a concern.’ Bird flicked at the thought she could have never received the distress call because of her destroyed homing processor.

Vani watches the rocket plane with a frown. She heard passing whispers about what happened to Thunderbird 02, how it sent shockwaves through the engineering world.