Author's note: Here is chapter one refurbished with new parts added (Nothing removed). I'd like to thank Kate Maxwell for major help and suggestions and to everyone who's read this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Thunderbirds. This is a sequel to the 2004 movie.
Thunderbirds 2
Chapter 1: "Thunderbird 2 is down"
"Watch that approach vector." Jeff Tracy warned his youngest son, Alan. They were in the cockpit of the International Rescue Vehicle, Thunderbird 1. Alan's older brothers, Virgil and Gordon, were in Thunderbird 2, and Scott, was in Thunderbird 3, circling the area. John had Thunderbird 5 in space and Thunderbird 4 was inside Thunderbird 2. Alan maneuvered Thunderbird 1 away from a collapsing tower. The tower hit the water sending up a wave.
"Right, watch for falling debris, nearly forgot." Joked Alan to lighten the mood.
"That's the second time today you nearly get that ship crushed Alan." Said Gordon.
"Alright, all civilians are clear of danger." Radioed Scott. Suddenly, an alarm went off in the three Thunderbirds.
"Dad, missile lock on the Thunderbirds!" Alan shouted. Thunderbird 1's computer bleeped. "Make that on Thunderbird 2!" The three ships pulled away, but the missile was a tracker, and Thunderbird 2 was the largest of the three. The missile impacted the middle of Thunderbird 2's underside, setting off a huge explosion.
The other Tracys, even John who had been monitoring from the newly repaired Thunderbird 5, watched as the second largest Thunderbird slowly fell toward the ocean.
"Thunderbird 2 is down!" Jeff radioed. "Repeat, Thunderbird 2 is down!"
"Nnnnnooooo! Launching grappling wires!" Alan shouted. A long cable with a claw on its end, fired into Thunderbird 2. Scott knew Thunderbird 1 couldn't do it alone, but the Thunderbirds worked as a family.
"Launching grappling wires." He yelled. A cable launched from the red Thunderbird and latched onto Thunderbird 2.
"F.A.B., Thunderbird 3." Jeff shouted. However, Thunderbird 2's weight was dragging the other two down with it. "Go to maximum thrust!" He ordered as Thunderbird 2's engines failed. Thunderbirds 1 and 3 managed to pull Thunderbird 2 out of its fall just in time, and a loud cheering was heard from the spectators below.
"E.T.A, to Tracy Island, 30 minutes." Alan reported, as they flew away.
"Virgil! Gordon! Come in! Boys!" Radioed Jeff. Inside Thunderbird 2 Virgil pushed a fallen panel off him.
"Dad! Yeah I'm okay! Gordon is…" Virgil looked to his right where Gordon was trying to disentangle himself from wires of the blown controls. "He's okay too." Both brothers were bruised and battered, Gordon had a gash on one cheek, and Virgil was bleeding from his forehead but otherwise both seemed okay. Thunderbird 2 bulk had absorbed the brunt of the impact.
Fermat looked up to see three small dots zooming towards the island.
"Good afternoon, Thunderbirds. Trust your mission went well?"
"Cut the chatter!" Alan shouted through the radio. Open the emergency landing area and ready the medical wing for two!" By the time he looked back up, Fermat saw that thick smoke was billowing from Thunderbird 2, and that it was being towed by the other two Thunderbirds.
"Ready the medical wing?! Alan, we're not dead yet." Shouted Virgil.
"Though I can't say if we still will be after the medical wing." Gordon added.
"What's the matter boys? Afraid of the syringe?" Asked Jeff.
"It's not so much the syringe as the scalpel." Virgil answered.
Thunderbirds 1 and 3
carefully lowered the damaged green craft onto its landing strip.
Then, once the cables were disconnected, Brains, Fermat, and Tin-Tin
ran into Thunderbird 2 to remove Virgil and Gordon, while Scott and
Alan flew their Thunderbirds to their respective landing zones to be
returned to their silos.
"We need to fix my Thunderbird."
Virgil said to Brains, as they were being carried away.
"We will; later." Said Brains.
Jeff, Alan, and Scott
were gathered around the desk at Jeff's office, talking.
"Man
I'm glad Thunderbirds 1 and 3 were able to take the weight of
Thunderbird 2." Said Scott. "It'd be real bad if all three
ships went down."
"If we were attacked once, whoever attacked us will probably strike again." Said Alan.
"They'll probably target Thunderbird 5 next, since all others are hidden." Said Jeff said. "Scott and Alan, you go and evacuate John, and try to save Thunderbird 5 if possible."
"You ready?" Scott asked his youngest brother.
"Always." Replied Alan.
"Thunderbird 3 is go!" Scott and Alan shouted. The two were pulled back into their seats as Thunderbird 3's engines kicked up, sending them slightly spiraling to space.
John Tracy went to Thunderbird 5's kitchen area and filled himself a glass of juice. Walking back to the controls, he sat down and ran a hand through his hair. This had been a rough day. Why would anyone want to shoot down the Thunderbirds? Could it be the Hood? John shook his head; it was possible but highly unlikely. Finishing his drink, John pressed a button on his console causing a large photo to pop up, blocking off most of the main viewer. He smiled at the picture remembering how happy they'd all been at the time. It had been taken about ten years, on that faithful day they'd lost their mother. His Father and mother, along with all his brothers and him were smiling at the camera. John almost laughed as he recalled his father trying to take the picture with his mittens on; the stainless steel camera was extremely cold to the touch and Jeff hadn't wanted to remove his mittens. Eventually a nearby tourist offered to take a picture of the whole family. That one picture was possible they one they had the most copies of, at least one backup per Thunderbird, plus the ones through out the house. Johns thoughts were interrupted by a beep from his main console. Looking out a view port, he saw the red Thunderbird 3, streaking toward Thunderbird 5. The red craft maneuvered alongside the orbiting station.
"Thunderbird 3, initiating docking sequence." Alan called.
"F.A.B., Thunderbird 3." Said John. The hatch had barley opened, when Alan and Scott jumped out started pushing him through to Thunderbird 3.
"Hey! Wha…" He started. Alan looked up to see two missiles flying towards them.
"Move!" Alan shouted. They were halfway through to Thunderbird 3 when the missiles hit. Scott and Alan kept pushing John while explosions started in the tunnel behind them.
"Aww, I'd just finished fixing everything on Thunderbird 5 after that Hood maniac destroyed it last time." John complained. The three dived into Thunderbird 3 and shut the door.
"C'mon, C'mon, Start!" Scott shouted. An explosion hit the side facing Thunderbird 5, and the flames spread around Thunderbird 3 including its front and back. A new explosion broke off the docking arm with Thunderbird 3 still attached.
"Engines back online, separating now!" Announced Alan and Thunderbird 3 finally detached from the arm and swung around to face earth, while Thunderbird 5 disappeared in flames and a large fireball.
