Disclaimer: I don't own thunderbirds are go!
Chapter 1
Sally's P.O.V
My name is Sally Tracy, only daughter of billonare former astronaut Jeff Tracy. I'm twenty three, I have long ginger hair and blue eyes. I have five brothers, Scott, John (who grandma says I look a lot like) and Virgil who are older than me, and Gordon and Alan who are younger than me. I live in England as an agent for the family orginization; international rescue. I always wanted to be a part of IR but dad wouldn't let me fly one of the thunderbirds, so I compromised that I could be an agent instead. And that's how I found myself trekking halfway across the world to live with a family friend and another agent; Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward. She's the nicest person you could ever wish to meet. Just don't get on the wrong side of her. Someone did once and let's just say it wasn't pretty. Also there's Penelope's chauffeur, Parker and her beloved pug sherbet who is the sweetest little pooch ever. Every morning she licks my face to wake me up, I wish I had a dog as loyal and brave as that. Anyway enough daydreaming, now you know about my life, I'll start my story.
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It was a lovely day in the English countryside, I was sitting in FAB1 alongside Lady Penelope and sherbet. Parker, as usual, was driving.
"Miss Sally, we are happroaching the hairfeild," Parker informed.
"Thanks Parker," I replied.
"Remember your father's instructions Sally, just scout around from the air, do not engage any enemies, right?" Lady Penelope double checked.
"In other words don't do anything stupid, got it," I confirmed.
Lady P smiled at me, I'd always been a bit of a reckless girl.
"I still don't like this m'lady," Parker revealed, "recently hairplanes ave been disappearing and crashing, what if that appens to miss Sally?" The chauffeur enquired with concern, he always was fond of me.
"Oh Parker, Sally is just as good of a pilot as Scott and Alan, there's absolutley nothing to worry about," Penelope reassured.
"If you say so, m'lady" Parker agreed.
"Are you sure you don't need a co-pilot? I'd be more than happy to come along," lady Penelope offered.
"Lady Penelope, I'll be fine," I insisted, "I'm the daughter of a an astronaut and the sister of two astronauts, I think I know how to fly a plane."
parker soon pulled up the pink rolls-royce near a fighter jet with the letters IR on the side, my own personal jet. true it wasn`t as fancy as any of the 5 thunderbird crafts but it was still extremely high tech. i zipped up my flight suit and donned my helmet. my flight suit was nothing like the ones that my brothers wear. it was a simple blackflight suit with a pink stripe down either side. i got into the jet, closed the canopy and waved to lady penelope before taking off.
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some hours later, i was flying over the scottish highlands. nothing seemed out of the ordinary. that was until i spotted a bald guy with rather large eyebrows coming out of the side of a hill, he was holding a rather threating looking device. i pressed a button on the control panel in front of me and a video camera came out of the bottom of the jet. Dad and the others would want to know about this. I took about two minutes worth of footage before circiling around and heading back. That was when things started to go wrong. My engine began to sputter and the jet began to nose dive. I pulled up again and again but it was no use, the aircraft continued to plummet. Seeing no other option, I called my family and asked for a rescue. Once the transmission was sent, I tried to restart the motor, that didn't work either. I tried everything I knew of that might have given me a hope, zip results. My last thoughts were of my dad and my brothers before everything went black