I have seen Busted's new single 'Thunderbirds are go' and this is where i got the idea from. It's being haunting me for a week so i thought i might as well give it a go and see how you all like it.
Disclaimer: I Don't own beyblade or it's characters but i do own Skyver.
Thunderbirds are go
-In the year 2050 Boris and Voltaire had started what was known as operation: Thunderbird and Starfire. Both operations had a mission to protect earth and space. The Thunderbirds who were the Demolition boys and Kai protected the earth from invasion, their leader was Voltaire. The Starfire who were the Saint Shields stopped any one from invading earth, their leader was Boris-
-As protectors of the universe, what happened next would change the future for good-
"Thunderbirds go" ordered a red headed young teen. He ran down the corridor to his aircraft. Throwing himself into the seat, he put on his helmet and switched on the microphone.
"Is everyone ready?" he asked. In the top right of his screen a frame showed with another pilot with the same helmet on. "Ready to go" he said. Seconds later another three frames appeared underneath the first one. "Thunderbirds 3, 4 and 5 are ready". The red headed teen, Tala nodded to the four.
He flipped the ignition switch. "Thunderbird 1 stand by" said a voice. He nodded and waited for the go ahead. The frame in the top right started to flash red. "Bryan what's wrong?" he asked. "Thunderbird 2 won't start!" he growled flipping the ignition switch back and forth.
"Hold on I'll call in" he said switching over to the audio control panel. "Ground control. What seems to be the problem?" came Tyson's voice. "Thunderbird 2 is having technical difficulties" he replied. "We're working on it" Tyson replied.
They waited for 20 minutes before they got a response. "Thunderbird 2 we have found out the problem, Fuel tanks are down and need repairing, Sorry you have to miss out on this mission" said Tyson.
Bryan took off his helmet and threw his fist on to the control panel. "Fuck this piece of shit! Why is it that Thunderbird 2 keeps fucking up?" he scowled throwing another fist to the control panel. A peeping sound came from his screen and Voltaire's face appeared.
"Bryan damage Thunderbird 2 anymore and you shall be excluded from participating in any more missions. Need I remind you, you are on a level 3 warning. Remember level 5 and you will be no longer a Thunderbird" he warned. Bryan shook his head, kicking the side of Thunderbird 2 making a dent. "Bryan come to my office!" he bellowed and went off.
The other thunderbirds gawped with their mouths open. "Dude you seriously need to get your arse sorted out" Tala snapped. Bryan turned around throwing his helmet to the screen. A huge crack appeared and the entire screen went black. "Fuck off Tala, do you really think I wanted this to happen? Thunderbird 2 is a fucking piece of shit that needs to be scrap metal!" He stormed of the aircraft and down the corridor to ground control.
"Thunderbirds are go!" spoke Tyson again. "Thunderbirds are go!" The rest of the Thunderbirds said together. They pushed the throttle forward. They moved through the speedway and pushed the pedal to the medal. Thunderbirds 1, 3, 4 and 5 soared through the entrance and into the air.
Bryan watched them take off before continuing to Voltaire's office. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. "Come in" said a voice.
He pushed the door open to a large room. Behind a desk was Voltaire and behind him a clear view of the Thunderbirds disappearing out of view. "Sit down please"
He sat on a chair in front of the desk crossing his arms. "Bryan What you did to Thunderbird 2 is unacceptable. You have cost me millions on repairs for Thunderbird 2. I am putting you on Level 4" he scowled to him, obviously disappointed and angry.
"Do what ever, I'm not going to fly on a piece of shit like Thunderbird 2!" he growled back. Voltaire stood up and moved around to him. "It's your attitude that Thunderbird 2 won't fly. I'm sure Tala and the rest of your team can fly Thunderbird 2, the state it's in before you damaged in further!" he bellowed slapping him across his face.
Bryan slammed his fist on his desk, denting that was well. "Your paying for that" he replied. "Fuck me " he smiled. Voltaire pressed a button on his desk. Seconds later Boris from the Space station appeared before them.
"Voltaire what's going on?" he asked. Voltaire pointed a finger to Bryan. "Thunderbird 2 has been damaged again by this bad tempered bastard again" he told him. Boris shook his head. "Send him up" he mumbled and went off.
Rolling his eyes, Bryan went to the teleporter to the space station located at the back of Voltaire's office. He stood in between the bars and vanished instantly. He appeared a minute later in the office of Boris. It didn't look any different to Voltaire's apart from the bright lights and the face he was in space.
Bryan walked over to Boris who awaited his arrival. "Bryan you are now on your last warning. For that I'm putting you on probation in the space station until Thunderbird 2 is well repaired" he explained. Bryan growled. "How long will that take?". "The damage that you caused on Thunderbird 2, I'd say about a month, 2 at the most"
"Fuck you" he scowled and stormed off out of his office, breaking the door as he went. "Bastard" Boris thought.
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Oh Kay want to know what happens next to Bruan? Then review. I will try and make it make sence in futrue chapters. There are parings you just have to wait and find out.
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No: 6210 Alice Cooper
