(Disclaimer – I don't own anything or gain anything from writing this story. As much as I would love to own the thunderbirds... I sadly don't... But enjoy the read! (Please review!))
One girl's paradise nightmare
One man's amazing mind
As the sun rolled over the seas forever running horizon, the clouds drifted away and allowed the rays to break upwards into the morning sky, crystal clear as they faded completely. The empty sky was soon filled with a plume of smoke, as a red shaped rocket hummed toward the open sky, up, and up into the empty space above. It disappeared as quickly as it came, and to anyone to have seen it would have stood in astonishment as to its existence. No one was around though, no one apart from the engineer who had launched the incredible shuttle into the skies. He however, was onboard the machine in which he had created, so down on the earth's ground, there was no one. Not a soul to have witnessed such beauty, not a gasp, not an intake of breath, nothing. And why should there be? One of the biggest kept secrets had just zoomed, up toward forever. Or in this case, toward one of the other biggest secrets kept, Thunderbird 5 was the engineers stop, and boy could he not get up there fast enough!
He sat proudly in the giant machine, with his nimble hands gripping tightly on to the control leavers and flicking delicate switches, he naturally co-ordinated himself toward the stunning space ship that hung in the inky space along with the countless stars and constellations. He smirked, who wouldn't? He stared at the station in question and his eyes fixed upon its shape, the shape of which his mind had first ever created. His incredible mind and skill had formed one of the world's most desired inventions. A long term space station, that couldn't be tracked, hacked or invaded. No. He had done it, he had birthed the impossible.
"TB5 from TB3, r-ready for docking, ETA 2 minutes, permission to dock?"
The genius sat patiently, hovering his eyes over every display. He became concerned when there was no reply, so instead of going ahead, he asked again,
"TB5 from TB3, r-ready for docking, do you r-read me? Permission to dock?"
No answer. This was strange, more than strange. The engineers brow crinkled, and his eyes squinted through his blue rimmed glasses at a video display which stared back at him black and silently. He was startled when it jumped into life, and a figure dressed in a familiar blue uniform, smiled at him,
"TB5 to TB3, sorry Brains, I'm not sure what happened there. Permission granted for docking sequence, ETA 2 minutes, and check"
"Ah, John. I was beginning to worry slightly"
"It's ok Brains, there's been minor issues with some of the electrics in the mainframe, by the way, that's one of the other things you need to take a look at, among the varies other faults, I've tried fixing them, but they keep malfunctioning, docking chamber pressurizing"
"Ok, hmm I'll be sure to inform Jeff when I sign in, docking now. See you in a moment John"
"Great, yeah see you in a mo. All green, commence Docking, welcome aboard Brains"
Brains carefully manoeuvred the rocket to join to the station. The docking process was one of the hardest operations, apart from landing it back in its silo on earth though, that is difficult. Even for a bright spark such as himself or for star gazer John, it could sometimes be a challenge. Brain's locked perfectly; and started the shut down procedure of which he knew like the back of his hand. Once again his fingers danced over the numerous switches and buttons and could hear the humming of the thrusters, simmering to a silence.