I am saying Kayo is the adopted sister of the Tracy boys.
I will update some of my other stories but for now this is the one you're getting.
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I'm Going Down!
Thunderbird Two hovered over the water. The ocean had settled by the time they two operatives got there. Two identical wings floated on the surface along with multiple sheets of metal they could identify as part of One's exterior. Virgil's heart leapt into his mouth as a blue scrap of metal floated to the surface. It was scratched up but the large number ONE on it was something the heroes would recognise anywhere. So much of the outer hull was there and the two rescuers could do nothing but gape at the wreckage and hope to god that somewhere under that vast expanse of ocean their brother was alive.
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Alan felt tears appear in his eyes. Scott had crashed. Scott never crashed. The mayday call echoed in his mind. How could this have happened? What could have gone wrong? Brains was frantic looking over the blueprints trying to work out what had happened. Gordon was running through pre-launch checks in Four so he could get out there. It would take longer for Two to pick him up so he was launching from the island. Gordon was petrified at the possibility of finding his brother dead and it was a possibility.
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John stared at the holo-globe with shock etched on his face. How could this have happened? How did One crash? Only the anti-gravity stopped him from collapsing. EOS didn't understand why John was so worried. He was always going on about how Scott was too stubborn and devoted to the family to die so by that logic Scott would be fine. She was running scans for John so she could know what happened. The scans finished.
Thunderbird One has four parts to her hull. They were all strong, shock proof/ shock absorbing and Brains-afied. The outer was painted and for show. The central was the extra protection. The mid was also for protection. The interior shell had the mechanics you see inside. Electronics were between the mid and interior shells. To do electronic maintenance you needed to remove three panels, meaning it was difficult to maintain but harder to destroy. The glass was stronger than the glass used in the house and that withstood Thunderbird One launching and landing at least once a day almost every day.. All the Birds were built similarly.
EOS would have smiled if she wasn't an A.I. Thunderbird One had lost the outer shell and the central one was cracked but the inner ones were fully intact. It didn't confirm that Scott would be ok. He hit the water at Mach 5 (6174 Kph) and even though One could go at more than 3 times that fast it was probably still bad for a crash.
Her voice rang out through the spaceship, "John, John, the inner shells are still intact. The mid and interior are still intact. Scott could be ok." EOS hadn't realised but that announcement went out to Thunderbirds Two and Four and Tracy Island as well. Hope was renewed.
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Deep under the ocean a figure stirs. It groans in pain as it wakes. Scott begins to come to and starts to recall what happened.
"Mayday! Mayday! I'm Going Down!"
He was going down steeply but not losing speed.
"I'm losing altitude!"
Nothing was responding.
"I've lost control!"
The systems were failing and he was heading down, the ocean approaching fast.
"There is nothing I can do!"
If he was going to die he was going to tell his family he loved them first.
"I love…" He hit the water and everything went black.
"Oh god. Am I dead?" He thought. "No, I hurt too much to be dead."
He assessed his situation. He was lying under his chair and from the absence of water he would have to estimate that at least one layer of One's hull was intact. His right leg was definitely broken in at least three places and his left wrist was broken too. He was certain he had a minor concussion and about four of his ribs were bruised or broken. The cuts, scrapes and bruises were all superficial and his right wrist was fine but his left knee throbbed. He knew he had three days' worth of O2 and food because he had restocked just before the rescue. His communicator, watch and radio were all broken.
Scott struggled out from under the chair, ignoring the blinding pain that ripped through his body and tore a small scream from his lips. He pulled himself over to the medical box slowly and agonisingly. He strapped his injured limbs and bandaged his wounds. It wasn't done as well as Virgil would have but it would do. He then leant against the wall of his 'bird.
He had supplies and he would just have to last until he was rescued. He would just have to survive…