Two story updates in one day!

It's #GerryAndersonDay so I had to, really.

Hope you enjoy! c:

"Can you seen anything now, Virg?"

"That's a negative." Virgil sighed, checking his console read-outs again to find them still blank. "It appears that Gordon AND Thunderbird 4 have seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth."

"Just like Stingray, huh?" Scott mused from the other end of the radio. "Alright, just keep trying the emergency frequency. I've gotta go. Let me know if and when you hear from him."

"And you let me know if you need assistance. I can be there in ten minutes if you need me."

"F.A.B."

The line went dead.

Virgil sighed and shuffled about in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Once again he tried pitching in the emergency frequency to get a hold of his brother but to no avail. For some reason, Gordon just wasn't responding.

Virgil leant back in his chair and observed the raging storm in front of him. At the moment Thunderbird 2 was pretty stable despite the wind buffeting against her sides. The turbulence was making the aircraft lose and gain height occasionally, but overall things were fine.

Aside from the fact they couldn't find Gordon.

"Come on, bro..." Virgil whispered to himself.

"Ah, so this is the famous Troy Tempest?"

"The dark-haired one, my liege."

The scaly humanoid turned to Gordon, who stared at the figure in a state of shock. Silver skin, bulbous eyes and combed emerald hair that draped above his shoulders, his green garb accompanied by a sparkly seaweed-looking cloak.

This creature- this person- it definitely wasn't human.

"Speak, Troy Tempest! How does it feel to be among the superior race?" the leader pointed at Gordon accusingly.

"My liege, that is not Tempest. I said the dark-haired one, remember?"

"That is the dark-haired one, you fool!" the leader shook off his subordinates' incompetence. "Aren't you forgetting we're colourblind? They ALL have dark hair!"

Troy and Phones snorted behind him and Gordon couldn't help but smile at their antics. It turned out this particular race of sea people were not that smart, either.

The leader turned to the laughing aquanauts with a scowl. "You dare mock me, terrainians? Me, the great Prince Aquanas of Sargasso - leader of the Sargassians? Ally to the Sestopians, the Titanicans and King Titan himself? I shall have you flogged for your impertinence!"

Troy wasn't laughing now. He stood up and walked up to the prison bars, coolly addressing the leader face to face. "Look buddy, I don't know you and quite frankly, I don't want to get to know you either. All I want to know is why you're holding us down here."

"He probably wants Stingray as his royal yacht, Troy."

The aquaphibian grinned. "The drawly man is correct! I want your vessel as my royal craft-"

"That's original." Troy sniffed.

Phones frowned. "Hey, what do you mean, drawly?"

"Silence! My master is still listing his demands!" the servant hushed them.

"I want Troy Tempest to die-"

"Sounds about right."

"-along with his crew, for being associated with the cursed one." Aquanas glared at Gordon and Phones.

"Well that's nice." Gordon rolled his eyes.

"Join the club." Phones sighed. "Don't worry, Gordon. We get this all the time. Troy's name really gets around."

"Really? I don't know how you put up with it."

"Quite frankly, neither do I."

Aquanas smirked. "-and lastly, as granted by King Titan, I have permission to marry the fair Marina."

Troy felt a blast of air escape through his mouth. "What did you just say?"

"Me, marry Marina." he waved at the girl who was now looking positively horrified. "We're betrothed, didn't you know?"

"Betrothed?" Troy scowled, "She's not betrothed to anyone! Did Titan put you up to this?"

"You are correct, terrainian. The grand ruler and I struck up a deal. She was the gem that sealed it."

Troy turned to the wide-eyed Marina, then angrily back to the prince. "You dare lay one finger on her-"

Aquanas chortled loudly. "My, so protective, Tempest."

"You have no right!" Troy snapped.

"She is Titan's property, is she not?"

This time it was Phones who spoke up. "No! She's a proud citizen of Marineville. You can't do this to her!"

Aquanas gave a sinister smile. "Then she can just tell me herself."

Troy's eyes widened. He turned back to the mermaid who was desperately shaking her head, trying to gesture across that she wouldn't marry that creep if he was the last aquaphibian alive!

Aquanas loved the effect he was having on the humans and cackled loudly. "But don't worry, the wedding's not until this evening-"

"This EVENING?" Troy cried out, "You're crazy! She'll never do it, I tell you! She'll never do it!"

"-and you're all invited! It'll be the last thing you see before you're all executed tomorrow."

"Executed?" Gordon exhaled loudly. Some rescue this was turning out to be!

"Yes, executed!" Aquanas clapped his hands together. "For treason against the high state!"

"Treason?" Phones gasped.

"Trespassing in my kingdom! Unfortunately my typhoon was not enough to deter you from entering my jurisdiction so we had to ground your vessel by other means."

"Wait a minute, you CREATED the hurricane that's causing havoc on the surface?" Gordon asked.

"We may look primitive in comparison to you terrainians but we're thankful to possess certain weather-altering technology you'd never hope to develop!"

Gordon frowned. "Never mind about that! Your self-made storm is tearing across the ocean towards Greece! Towards innocent people!"

"So?"

"So? Innocent lives! Does that not mean anything to you fish people?"

"I am not a fish!" Aquanas hissed. "Enough of this drivel! I think a change of scenery is in order. Anath, send for the guards. I'd like to display these terrainians in my terrarium upstairs. Can you see to it?"

"Of course sire." the second bowed and headed back upstairs.

With a smirk, the prince turned on his heel and strode back up the corridor, leaving a very downtrodden Stingray crew and Gordon, who had no idea what to make of this crazy world he'd been pulled into.