Star Flowers
Disclaimer: Don't own Thunderbirds as stated previously and don't own Star Trek either, just using it as a funny reference point. Also I owe the Linkwave explanation to Red Dwarf in origin so I don't own that either.
Authors note: This may not make much sense at first but keep with it, I was trying to do some explanation of how things worked and it's a bit backwards but hopefully fun.
Chapter 2
Slowly the warning humming and buzz of the ship woke Phil up. Blinking her emerald eyes and rising she stared around at the carnage that had been caused. She couldn't quite understand what had happened at first and then a faint remembrance sparked inside her brain followed by the sharpest of sharp images.
She had crashed into another air-born object whilst pulling out of an experimental Linkwave that was supposed to only allow small objects through.
Shaking her head, Phil started to tap in the reboot systems only to find that they were all ready on. "Blix?" she enquired with a headache forming.
"It's good to see you back online, Miss Tracy, I was beginning to worry about you" came the hip hop but rather worried voice of Blinetronic Beta Systems 289. He was an artificial intelligence computer designed to make every teenage life more easier by having a personal planner, the ability to read peoples personalities and with a couple of adaptations Blix – as Phil called him – could now fly the prototype Link-Gen ships that Tracy Enterprises were currently experimenting with.
Linkwave technology worked off a simple principle that for every decision made in a human's life, there were different realities that played out in different dimensions. Many had said that their were thousands of other dimensions where different scenario's played out but Lucille Tracy had only managed to split into three different ones from their own dimension.
If Phil's brothers had known that she was the test pilot of the Link-Gen ship, there would have been hell. They all knew that she was a strong kid and could pretty much cope with anything but sometimes they were far too overprotective and it drove her batty.
Secretly Phil liked it when her brothers were concerned about her but this was something that she wanted to do herself. There was no profit in it for her, but having the ability to cross over to other dimensions thrilled her and also made her slightly hopeful.
Life in the Tracy household had not been the best over the last few years as tragedy had visited the family.
However the youngest Tracy shook her head and brought herself back to the rather embarrassing situation she had gotten herself into. "I've gone a broken the Prime Directive now haven't I captain?" she mused to herself.
Blix let out a laugh and started the operations systems, "That you have Cadet, but we do have a red alert situation and by the looks of things this is no satellite. It's a man-made ship"
Phil typed in the access codes and read the displays with a quick and expert eye, "Looks like we'll have to use back up if we are to stand a chance to get anywhere for repairs. Most of the computer systems are fine but the engines are shot to hell and the water's slipping away"
Blix systematically began to get the ship to repair itself, block the CO2 that was leaking in from the vent systems, start scanning the airwaves for recognisable wavelengths and say, "Miss Tracy, the other ship appears to be in extremely bad condition. However I'm picking up a weak but present life sign" all in a simple way before enquiring further, "And what did you mean by John you're dead, how am I talking to you?"
Phil stopped and watched the viewscreen open, "I thought that for a moment I heard John's voice…but then the Link must've crashed and sucked us through to this dimension. Can you contact base?"
"Nope" a simple answer, "And I'm not recognising any of the signals that are being transmitted around here"
Phil sighed, she was stuck in another dimension with no way to get in contact with any of her family and she had probably gone and caused the biggest load of political problems that anyone had ever experienced. "However I do know something about this ship we've crashed into" came Blix's voice, sounding if it was at all possible a little on the smug side.
"What's that?" said Phil, praying that it was nothing to do with anything political.
"It's a private charter, called Thunderbird 5"
The interior of the once famous Thunderbird 5 looked as though the Hood had attacked it with a missile. John lay trapped beneath rubble, all too aware that oxygen levels were getting low and that he could hardly move.
Weak signals kept trying to get through, no doubt from Tracy Island but the very thought of moving made him cough and almost throw up. He didn't want to think that this was the end, he didn't want to die but somehow he very much doubted that anyone would be able to reach him in time.
Tears fell down his dirt-covered face, so this was what it was to die alone. His vision began to swarm and he saw images of his brothers, his father, his mother and many other things. He wanted to fall asleep and just let it happen.
But then a brilliant white light fell on his face and a figure came towards him. "No, please, I don't want to die" John muttered weakly.
When he thought about it, the Grim Reaper wasn't supposed to be that small, nor was he supposed to be carrying a first aid kit and a flashlight. Nor was the Master of death meant to have another figure with him who went to Comms systems and suddenly disappear into it.
Raising his head up, he squinted at the figure that was in a form of spacesuit, "Who are…please I don't want to…"
"Shhh, it's okay, I'm here to help. Just relax, we'll have you out of here in no time" came the reply from the figure but instead of being the hallow tones he was expect, he heard a familiar voice that was sweet and gentle but filled with mischief and shame.
"Princess?" he whispered as she placed a breathing mask on his face and gently made sure that he was asleep.