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Abstract At Best
"Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Two, my systems are failing" Scott said as best he could through a very static-filled com system before getting cut off by the storm.
"We lost contact with Thunderbird One, the communications array is offline!" Reported Virgil from his station just a few feet away from Jeff; who was sitting down and trying so desperately to keep the craft in the air during the hurricane-like weather conditions that threatened to engulf his vessel. "I need more power to the thrusters." He yelled over the thunder and the chatter of the rain that was crashing into the hard metal of the hull. "Now!" he added, yelling.
The ship shuddered and moaned as it battled it's way through the wind and rain.
"Here's all the power we can spare," Gordon said, jumping up form his seat and running over to another station where he rapidly started pressing buttons. The ship shuddered and sparked for being struck by lightning, a nearby console started to crackle and soon started on fire. "John!" Gordon yelled. "There is a red light on the engines," grabbing a fire extinguisher, he quickly put out the flames, his uniform getting covered in the foam. Suddenly the ship was thrown hard to starboard causing him to fall over and hit his head on the metal of the deck knocking him out cold. Another hard turn caused him to roll tucking his body safely under an abandoned console, bits of debris all around him.
"We're losing all power to the engines," John lamented from his station, which was beside Virgil's "We are losing altitude," He added, trying to bi-pass the problem.
"Attempting to compensate for the power loss, switching to back up systems," Virgil informed from his station, pushing his hair form his face, the once spiked up hair now wet and in his face.
"No, that's negative," yelled John beside him, flinching when a piece of metal flew passed his head and smashed into the glass, causing a small hole to form, water pouring in and soaking everything around it.
"Transfer all power to the engines from everything," Jeff yelled from his chair, the thruster controls vibrating in his hands from the extreme strain the weather was putting on their craft.
"No effect," John groaned, running his hands through his hair out of frustration.
"Hold on boys," Jeff said calmly as he could, his ship falling to the dark and angry looking sea below. Thunderbird Two leveled out a bit before hitting the surface of the water, the waves splashing and crashing against the craft. Shuddering and moaning, Thunderbird Two was dragging along the shallow ocean floor below, which could only mean land was near. Jeff was slowly becoming more confident that they'd all be fine, a small smile formed on his face.
Soon Thunderbird Two stopped moving and seemed to be stable on whatever surface it had landed on. Letting out a huge sigh, Jeff wiped the sweat from his forehead before undoing his seat belt. "Are you all okay?" he asked, walking around to see if each of his sons was okay, his arms still tense form clutching the thruster control so tightly.
"Gordon's hurt," Virgil yelled, running over and quickly pushing scraps of circuit and metal out of his way, pulling his brothers body out from under the console, and roughly inspecting his body. They rushed over to tend to him. Jeff picked him up in his arms; quickly finding out his son is not so light, flinching he let out a soft groan as he refused to let go. "Hurry." he slowly carried him to the little med bay they ship had aboard, the others right behind him. Setting his sons unconscious body down on the Bio-bed he quickly took a step back as Virgil quickly started to check his vitals and the huge bruise that had forming on his head. "I'd need to do some further tests, but I don't think he is in any immediate danger of dying," he said in a hopeful tone, picking up the tools he needed from off the floor; the ride obviously the cause of the mess.
"Virgil, stay here and attend to him while John and I go assess the damage and see where the hell we are." Giving all his sons a hopeful look, he pulled down the zipper on his flight suit and tied it around his waist, walking out of the med bay and down to the engine room, his son close behind him. Once they both had come to the door that allowed entrance to engineering, Jeff held out and motioned for his son to step back. "There could be a fire on the other side, and you know what happens when you open a door to a room on fire." Slowly Jeff reach his hand forward and pressed the button that opened the metal door.
Steam poured out into the corridor and obscured their vision. "There must be a coolant leak somewhere in the system," John opened a near by storage locker and rummaged around until he found to pairs of goggles. Slipping them on, he turned around and handed a pair to his father.
Jeff placed the goggles on and entered the steam-filled room. As far as he could see the engines were in the great condition that he had hoped for. A few pipes had burst and the power was still out almost everywhere, but he assumed working around the clock they could be airborne in a day or so.
"This bulkhead needs to be reinforced, and these pipes need to be welded right away, but way better then I had hoped." he said, shuttering when he passed under a stream of cold water. Spotting a few tools, he kneeled down slightly and gathered them into his arms, handing them to his son; "I will start on the power systems while you weld these pipes shut, so we're not swimming in here." He laughed, trying to lighten the mood even if he know it was futile.
"We should really try to restore communication so we can see if Scott survived or at the very least tell Alan we are ok. I mean, he is expecting us home at anytime now." He look away in worry, quickly gathering up his equipment he needed.
"But first we need power to start with." Jeff said, kneeling down and pulling a panel off the wall before crawling in partially to get at the wiring.
After a while all the pipes were sealed but main power was still offline. "How's it coming dad?" John ask, kneeling beside his father, his hair and skin slick and shiny for the grease and sweat. His uniform not any better, torn, stained and soaked form the water.
"Not good," Jeff said pulling out, his goggles on his head rather then his face. "There must be a short with the main power feed, but that could take days to find." He sighed, rubbing the grease and oil from his hands onto his flight suit, setting down his tools and making his way over to another panel seeing if he would get any sort or response out of the controls. Not getting any response, he keeled down and removed a panel, crossing some wires. Getting a spark he jumped back and fell on his ass, his eyes wide with shock.
Quickly helping his father up, John looked to the panel noticing it now had power. Moving to it he pressed a few buttons and started to vent the water the had seeped in and flooded the surrounded sections. "The water is almost vented." he stopped looking at his hands, they shaking slightly, getting back to work when his father asked if he was ok. "I am fine." John said meekly
"Ok but if you are having any problems, I want you to report to Virgil, ok?" He looked at his son, a concerned look on his face.
John Nodded.
The ship shuttered again then they felt an explosion, sparks flew in the air and a flash followed by a scream. Jeff fell to the ground clutching his face, John quickly rushing to him."Dad, hold on." He yelled helping his father up, both rushing out of the room towards the med-bay.
~X~
"What happened?" Bellowed Virgil upon seeing them enter the room, rushing over and helping John set their dad down on the last Bio-bed.
"He has burns on once side of his face." He said rushing over for the burn cream, trying to ignore his fathers moans. Opening the lid he scooped up the jell and slowly applied it to his fathers face. "Please try to stay still." stopping his father from moving away from him.
"A conduit exploded near us in engineering." stepping back he stood and watched.
"Well its not that bad, it should heal nicely and there should be no scaring what so ever." He announced, putting the jell away. "Gordon is also good, I found nothing seriously wrong with him, he should wake up in a few hours with a major headache mind you."
"Good work." Jeff said softly, his face in a large amount of pain.
"Well on a good note, I did find out the cause for the power loss." John mentioned, snapping out of his silence for a second. "It seems that the lightning strikes have destroyed a portion of the outer hull and burned away a portion of the main power grid. Someone will have to go out there and manually repair the damage, and everything should come back on line, com, engines and everything.".
"In that case we may have to wait until the storm dies down." Virgil walked over and looked out the window at the large waves and swirling clouds. "I doubt anyone would be able to get to the area before getting washed away... Like Scott." He said sadly, his eyes falling to the bulkheads that were the floor.
"Stop that." Jeff ordered. "Once we give in, then we invite doubt into everything we do."
"Dads right." John agreed.
Virgil remained silent moving over beside Gordon. "Do you think Scott's still alive?"
"Yes, Thunderbird one was built to last." He got off the bed and walked over to his son. "We will get home and he will be there when we arrive, I promise." He smiled rubbing his sons back to sooth and calm him down.
"I think I will make something to eat if anyone is hungry.." John suggested form behind them.
Virgil turned to look at him, as he noticed his father did too. "What's cooking?" He asked already knowing the answer to his question.
"Well, we have a very delicious set of emergency rations" Replied John.
Giving him a tiered look, Virgil turned around and started to once again to clean and organize the supplies that where still in disarray. "I think I will pass for know, I don't feel much for eating at the moment." to which Jeff agreed.
"Ok, I shall leave something out just incase you changer your mind" He said leaving.
Jeff moved away from his son and towards the door. "I will be on the bridge, I will let you know if my face feels any worse." He paused for a moment and turned to look at his son before turning to leave, the burnt half of his face feeling cold from the gel.
TBC