IR's Recruits

Chapter 6: First Rescue

I'm so sorry this is late. it's one week, one day and two hours late.

I've had a very busy first week back at school and this is a very imprtant year for me so don't be suprised if this is the first of many apologies from me.

I love to write i realy do, but school will get me a job and a house, this helps improve my mental state.

but you don't want all that you want the next chapter, so here it is!

All was quiet on Tracy Island...

For now, ...

The recruits were just waking up and soon all hell would break loose...

"Another glorious morning" Kieron smiled sitting up in bed, only for the alarms to start blare through the island. "you just had to say something didn't you?" Zara snapped jumping down from her bed, above Kieron's "me and my big mouth" Kieron groaned "yeah it is pretty big" Zara smiled "hey!" Kieron snapped back. "Kieron gets down here, and if you can bring your sister, even better!" Calum yelled from downstairs. "on our way!" Kieron called dragging Zara.

"what's the situation?" Kieron asked walking into the living room. "space shuttle to mars had had engine trouble, and can't change course, they're heading towards an asteroid field. And a big one at that!" Jamie reported "right well Eliza better get geared up and into space then, the course for Mars is pre-set so you won't have to worry about getting there" Kieron informed Eliza nodded and ran off to launch thunderbird 3. "mars isn't that where Captain Taylor is?" Zara asked turning to Kieron "yep, he keeps himself to himself, especially after his son and grandson were killed in a rocket on the way back from Mars over 15 years ago." Kieron replied, "what exactly happened?" Zara asked "Joe, Captain Taylor's son, and Alfred, Captain Taylor's grandson, were on the way back from Mars when little Alfred was two, the engines blew up and killed all the passengers and the pilot." Kieron explained "doesn't sound like anyone would be alive after the engines of the rocket blew up" Zara replied "you never know, you Tracy's are a tough kind" Calum chimed in "yeah well that's what baffled everyone who ever looked into it, there were just four people on the rocket when it blew up, Joe and his son, and Adam and his daughter, none of the bodies were ever found. Don't talk to my uncle Alan about it, it scared the life out of him, metaphorically and physically." Kieron explained "wasn't Adam Alan's twin or something?" Zara asked "yep, triplets, Alan, Adam and a sister Sophia, all died really young but that's part of the risk, it's what we all sighed up for" Kieron replied looking between the team.

(Mars)

"Sir we have an incoming call from an untraceable craft, all I can tell you is it's called Thunderbird three" one of the controllers informed a man. "Thunderbird?" The man asked coming into view. He had light brown hair with the odd grey part it was swept back neatly to avoid getting in the way. His eyes were an unusually bright green colour, he stood around 6ft 2inch tall with a medium build. He leaned over the control panel and looked at the operator with concern "yes sir Thunderbird three, do you know the pilot?" they asked "know him? He's my brother-in-law!" The man smiled "open a coms channel, let's see what his excuse for keeping out of touch was" he smiled the operator did so but to the man's surprise, the voice of a very young female rang though the coms "this is Thunderbird three to Marsan Base 03, is anyone going to pick up the phone?" the voice asked "this is Joseph Taylor of Marsan Base 03. What can I help you with?" he asked "Mr Taylor are you aware that your goods transport ship from earth is in danger?" the voice asked with a concerned sigh "no I had no idea, the ships are given a time and date of launch and once one get's back, they send another as it's a two week tip both ways, they're given rough times to land and are told to contact us first if there is any trouble, but your assistance is welcomed, what can we help you with?" Mr Taylor asked "well sir your shuttle has busted engines, no steering and are heading straight for the asteroid field" The pilot informed "right get the crew to safety first, then if there's time go back for the cargo. But don't push yourself for the cargo, we have enough to last us a missed shipment or two." Mr Taylor replied sternly. "understood and no one on the base is desperate for any medical supplies?" the pilot replied "not life or death desperate no, although the state of my father without his morning coffee isn't a pretty sight" Mr Taylor laughed the operator tried their hardest not to laugh, falling miserably. "very well, try to keep panic to a minimum on Mars until I have a definite outcome. "very well, is it ok if I send some assistance over? It will get the job done quicker with two people working on it?" Mr Taylor suggested, "only if they want to come, don't force it on them." The pilot replied, "very well, I'll get someone over to you soon enough." Mr Taylor replied and hung up. "ALFRED GET INTO A POD I'LL SEND YOU THE COORDINATES OF WHERE I WANT YOU IN A MINUTE!" Mr Taylor yelled in the general direction of another control room. There was no reply. "DAMIT SOMEONE GIVE THAT SON OF MINE A SHOVE!" he yelled again. "the day that boy gets a sense of urgency is the day his mother comes back from the dead" he mumbled shaking his head.