What job I think each Tracy brother (and Kayo ofc) would go into if they weren't doing IR.
(HEADCANONS)
Scott - Teacher. He's clearly a natural leader due to having four younger brothers. Not sure what he'd teach exactly but I imagine it as something like electronics or some form of technology. Probably tried to get Virgil into teaching physics, as we know he was good at it, however Virgil declined, despite having the right qualities to become one. He may also train air cadets in his spare time, as he was once in the air force.
John - Would probably work at NASA as an astrophysicist or actually as an astronaut. His love for space is clearly demonstrated right from him studying Halley's comet in college. He prefers working with other well educated peers that share the same interests as him.
Virgil - Some form of mechanic or engineer. While he does have the patience to also go into something like teaching, he probably finds working on machinery more his thing.
Gordon - Marine biologist. I see him as the type to thoroughly enjoy learning and studying about sea life and the different types of organisms that live in the deepest oceans. In his spare time, he would coach a local swim team or alternitavely to everything I've just written, he would pursue and continue his Olympic career. I don't think he would return to anything military.
Alan - Video game developer. His obession with gaming led him to the world of game development. Likely would work and develop his own huge-hit game. Spends his spare time coding or even making online content.
Kayo - Would work for the GDF as a soldier. She enjoys the satisfaction she gets from hunting and capturing major worldwide super villains and being in the GDF allows her to do that. Helps teach other soldiers how to fight and runs her own martial arts side club within the GDF.
Recently, I had to look up some information about astronaut, John Glenn. (My 11 yo is an inquisitive child.) I noticed that his full name is John Herschel Glenn, Jr.
Herschel caught my attention.
Because I immediately thought of astro siblings William and Caroline Herschel.
This had me wondering...what if John Tracy's middle name isn't Glenn, but Herschel? Given where he works, and his interest in space and astronomy, would that be very far off base?
Characters: Scott Tracy, John Tracy, Virgil Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano, Brains, Grandma Tracy, Wilson, Lindsey, Lucille Tracy (mentioned), Jeff Tracy (mentioned)
Summary: I love TOS/TAG with all my heart, but I really wished they'd done a TAG version of The Uninvited. Get rid of the guns and the (kinda accidental?) ethnic genocide, and it's a great ep, and the new dynamics of TAS would have only improved it. Like what do you mean your big brother has been shot down, and everyone is kinda like 'gee! wonder if he's dead or not? golly how darn frustrating'. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. And sprinkled some of my favourite fanon/headcanons in there for good measure.
Despite the overall seriousness of the whole situation, Brains found it absolutely fascinating from an anthropological perspective. To think that these people had retrofitted an ancient pyramid with 21st Century technology and proceeded to keep their existence a secret for two decades! A truly marvellous example of human ingenuity and perseverance!
“Brains?” Kayo was looking at him over the dinner table.
It was only 48 hours since the explosion of the Khamandides Pyramid, but the entire Tracy family had gathered around the table to force down Grandma’s latest concoction. Luckily, Virgil had stopped by a supermarket to pick up some edible desserts. During that time, Brains had hastily reinstalled EOS’ software package into ‘One, and then closely followed developments in the Sahara.
“Oh, p-pardon me. Where w-w-was I?”
“The Followers of Kharga?” John prompted, looking positively enthralled next to him. Brains doubted he hadn’t also been following the reports but would most likely be wanting another scientific perspective.
“Fffff- Conflict in the area b-between 2039 and 2042 led to the oasssssis death that this particular tribe relied on.” He recapped. “Th-they discovered the underground aquifer under the pyram-mid and began usssing the water.”
“The Eternal Fountain.” Scott offered in understanding, a piece of apple pie on his fork.
“Exactly. They t-turned the pyramid into an ind-d-dustrial compound to support the development of their community living a-about thirty miles south.”
“And the defence of their community.” Gordon stressed. Having learnt the circumstances surrounding the ‘oval-marked’ fighters, he had relented in his vendetta. That wasn’t to say this Tracy had completely dropped his grudge.
“But what’s happening to them now?” Asked Alan as he shovelled the last remaining ice cream into his mouth.
“No talking while chewing, young man.” Grandma scolded. “Go ahead, Brains.”
“W-well, Alan, the Bishari representative of the Gl-llobal Nomadic Network is consulting with the World Council. Preliminary scans have ssshhown that the aquifer remains viable. Once the area has been d-declared free of hazardous material, the Followers of Kharga ca-can return iffff they w-want.”
Virgil frowned. “Wasn’t it the World Council who caused the death of the first oasis and didn’t help the community in the first place?”
“Q-quite. Since the formation of the GNN and N-nomadic Rights Act, there are much sssstricter guidelines for these situations. The Followers of Kharga w-w-will have stewardship of the environment.”
“But their ballistic firearms are being confiscated.” Kayo confirmed. “And they forfeit their stewardship if they manufacture any more hazardous substances.”
Everyone sat quietly for a few moments, and Brains wondered if he had accidentally overloaded them with information. Secretly, he was just happy everyone had returned from Egypt safe and sound, more or less. In the back of his mind he still had at least five different design changes for the iR helmets to narrow down, but despite his usual introversion, he was enjoying sitting around the table with his family. The weather on Tracy Island was bright and vibrant, sunshine gleaming in from the glass ceiling of the villa. The sound of wildlife that usually made him cringe provided a peaceful white noise to their meal and meant that even when no-one spoke there was never true silence.
Eventually Scott nodded. “As good an ending as we were going to get.”
Lucille deals with her clingiest child, the squid, while Jeff is away.
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Clingy:
Gordon was a clingy child. If you needed to be freed of his embrace, you would often need to aquire assistance in prying the creature off. If you were Lucille Tracy, there was no freedom.
Jeff was away on business, and Lucille had enough work of her own to keep her busy for a lifetime- at least thats how it felt. On top of that, she was responsible for FIVE little vermin who seemed to cause any trouble they could.
Should be the last of that bit. She opened her email to send it to the investor. 10 New Emails. Better check them first. And of course, one was from the investor. And of course, he needed nearly twice what she'd just done and of course, he wanted it that day.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY," she grumbled a few swears at the computer and typed up an acceptable response. Now to get to work.
She jumped a little as she felt something grab onto her leg, "Hey Gordon, how did my little gremlin escape his play pen?"
"Mawmwa," she could tell that was all the information she was gonna get from him.
"Come 'ere," she reached down and scooped up the child, who was happy to release his grip on her leg for a tighter one around her neck, "I'm lucky you're so small, or else you'd have choked me by now". An empty blink was all she got in response.
She carried Gordon into the other room. His playpen was still intact. Maybe he's big enough to climb out now? He has been trying to climb things more lately.
She passed through the kitchen to find John reading on the counter. He didn't even glance up as she walked by, too absorbed by his book. Lucille noted that it was the one his Uncle Lee had given him on his last visit, one about space.
She heard roars echoing through the hall, coming from the nursery no doubt. She stood a moment in the doorway watching Scott murder his baby brother with a foam sword. Gordon seemed to find it entertaining.
"And what did our little sprout do to deserve all this?" She teased. Her oldest jumped, not expecting for anyone to appear.
"Oh, he's a dragon!" Scott tapped the paper cup on Alan's head and picked something up, "he kidnapped the princess".
What Scott had picked up, and was now holding out, was one of Virgil's action figures. "And isn't she just lovely!" Lucy giggled at the sight.
"Yes. End of discussion." Scott crossed his arms defiantly.
"Alright, alright," she stiffled her laugh, "have you seen Virgil?"
"He wanted to borrow my markers, so hes probably sitting under his palm tree again," Scott motioned vaguely in that direction, and took the cup off of his baby brother's head.
"Thanks, Scoot," she started to leave and then turned back for a moment, "just so you know, Gordon's figured out how to escape the play pen".
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She found her second oldest under his Palm tree, sketching the view.
"Hey there Virg," she couldn't resist ruffling his hair as she went by.
"Don't call me that!" She could hear him grumbled something about his hair, but the breeze was picking up, and she didn't want to be away from her work for too long. Actually forever sounded like a great amount of time to be free of it, but that wasn't very probable.
She sat down on the beach, the only place Gordon would let her go willingly, and sighed. It was a beautiful view, late in the day, the sky had started to turn a few different shades of pink.
Her curly haired child had picked up a shell, and was now sitting beside her. He held it up, "fow Mawmwa".
"Aww, thank you!" She took the shell from him, she'd put in on her desk when she got back in. Gordon had now, apparently, decided that it was lap time.
"You're so clingy, little one," she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the top of his head, "like a little squid or something".
Characters: Scott Tracy, John Tracy, Virgil Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano, Brains, Grandma Tracy, Wilson, Lindsey, Lucille Tracy (mentioned), Jeff Tracy (mentioned)
Summary: I love TOS/TAG with all my heart, but I really wished they'd done a TAG version of The Uninvited. Get rid of the guns and the (kinda accidental?) ethnic genocide, and it's a great ep, and the new dynamics of TAS would have only improved it. Like what do you mean your big brother has been shot down, and everyone is kinda like 'gee! wonder if he's dead or not? golly how darn frustrating'. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. And sprinkled some of my favourite fanon/headcanons in there for good measure.
Alan thought he’d never not get excited about flying Thunderbird One. Sure, when ‘Three was in space, she went nearly 3,000,000mph, but that was in zero gravity – without any of the fun stuff you get in atmospheric flight. It definitely didn’t feel that fast in the comparative emptiness of space. ‘One was faster than ‘Three in atmosphere anyway. And Alan could feel that! Through the glass-bottomed cockpit, the planet appeared and disappeared faster than he could comprehend. Also, this was Scotty’s rocket. How could Alan not love her!? He'd been watching his big brother save people with her since he was 8 years old! Every time he sat in the red pilot seat and gripped those controls, he felt Scott guiding his hands like the first time he’d ever let Alan fly his Cessna.
“Hey,” he called back to where Scott sat in the passenger seat behind him. “Wanna play ‘I Spy’?”
But Scott didn’t reply, and Alan was just a little too nervous to look away from the horizon line.
“Scooooott?” He called louder but still didn’t hear a response. Virgil and Gordon had assured him that Scott had miraculously escaped that huge explosion with nothing more than cracked ribs and bruises. That was not helping quell Alan’s building panic, though.
“Scott?!”
He definitely didn’t jump when John’s holo-image appeared in front of him. “Alan,” he greeted calmly. “It’s alright, he’s just asleep.”
“Asleep?” Should Scott be allowed to sleep? Should Alan wake him up?
“Yes, asleep. That’s fine. In fact, it means he feels safe enough to relax. Which is really good, okay?”
He swallowed. “Okay.”
“You’re doing a great job, Allie. You’ve only got ten minutes to go. Do you want me to stay with you?”
“Erm,” he checked his status screens again. “That’s okay, John. I’ve got this.”
“You do.” His brother agreed seriously. “See you soon, Thunderbird One.”
And then he was gone. Alan took a deep breath to keep himself centred and refocused on the Pacific Ocean rushing past him. John had called him ‘Thunderbird One’ and Alan couldn’t help but smile shyly. He desperately wanted to lead a mission like Scott did. True, he wished he hadn’t been put in this position because his brother wasn’t able to fly himself home, but Alan also saw it as an opportunity to prove himself. He was the youngest, but here he was taking care of Scott, taking responsibility, making sure his big brother was safe in the sky.
He knew he’d have to apologise to Grandma for shouting before he’d left with Virgil and Gordon. Last week, he’d been left behind, and he never wanted to experience that helplessness ever again. He knew he was young, still a kid, but that doesn’t mean he needed to be shielded from every ugly situation. Last week, he hadn’t done anything to help. He’d felt so useless waiting for everyone to get back. But this time, he had helped, had contributed. He had reassured himself of his abilities and felt something he very rarely felt when he was working directly with his brothers. Confidence.
Scott needed someone to get him home.
And so that’s what Alan did.
Tracy Island appeared on his flight radar like a beacon as he began gradual deceleration. “Thunderbird One to Tracy Island.” He announced. “Coming in for final approach.”
He could even hear the smile in John’s voice. “F.A.B. Thunderbird One. Welcome home.”
Characters: Scott Tracy, John Tracy, Virgil Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano, Brains, Grandma Tracy, Wilson, Lindsey, Lucille Tracy (mentioned), Jeff Tracy (mentioned)
Summary: I love TOS/TAG with all my heart, but I really wished they'd done a TAG version of The Uninvited. Get rid of the guns and the (kinda accidental?) ethnic genocide, and it's a great ep, and the new dynamics of TAS would have only improved it. Like what do you mean your big brother has been shot down, and everyone is kinda like 'gee! wonder if he's dead or not? golly how darn frustrating'. So I decided to take matters into my own hands. And sprinkled some of my favourite fanon/headcanons in there for good measure.
Lindsey woke to see their discovery floating down from the sky around them. The dust that clogged the air and obscured the light blue sky was all that was left of the Lost Pyramid of Khamandides.
“No…” They moaned softly, though they were far too dehydrated for any tears to form.
Beside them, there were voices talking. “Definitely heat stroke… Hydration shot should start working soon… Hospital…”
Then Wilson was leaning over them, peering into their face with concern. “I’m sorry, Lindsey, but the pyramid was never really ours to discover in the end.”
Wilson and that iR operative from last week – the one who flew Thunderbird Two – helped them sit up in the sand. Lindsey saw dozens of other people who were in similar positions, stumbling around, sitting, or lying amongst the debris. Wilson looked free from injury, just sweaty and in shock about what he’d been through. To be truthful, Lindsey barely remembered anything past their arrival at the dry oasis earlier in the day. It was like waking from a nightmare. They were pretty sure they had a gun at some point, an astonishingly stupid move since they’ve never fired a gun in their life, but had no idea how they’d gotten it. Then, Captain Tracy was telling them to run with such authority that Lindsey felt like they were still sprinting.
“I’m sorry, Frederick.” They apologised sincerely.
“Me too, Ashton.” He replied with a shrug. “I don’t even have the excuse of heat stroke and hydrogen sulphide poisoning, I’m just a terrible driver!”
“You are.” They couldn’t help but agree.
“About that—” Called a voice from behind them both. It was the pilot of Thunderbird Shadow – K.O.? “I’m afraid your jeep was caught in the explosion.”
Wilson nearly cheered. “Good riddance!”
The amber-eyed woman raised her eyebrows but decided now was not the time to question them further, which was lucky, since Lindsey’s temples began to throb again. Or perhaps they have been throbbing the entire time and they’d become numb to it?
“The GDF are on their way.” She informed them both. “They’ll want to interview you about this situation, but Thunderbird Two is heading off to Aswan to drop people off at hospital. What a lift?”
“Oh…” Lindsey felt dumbstruck at the prospect of actually getting to ride in their favourite Thunderbird aircraft. “Cairo National Museum?”
“I’d strongly recommend going to hospital, Dr Lindsey.” The other pilot, Virgil, commented.
“How about Cairo General Hospital?” Wilson tried to compromise.
“That works.” The dark-haired man agreed and stood, collecting his first aid bag from the sand. Lindsey wondered what he’d given them. Wilson will know. “Find a seat in the pod. We’re leaving in ten minutes.”
“You won’t have to tell us twice! Thanks, International Rescue.” They began to be pulled to their feet by Wilson and was glad of his assistance in getting to the ship over the rolling sand dunes.
On their way, they passed Tracy being pulled along by a young iR…Boy? With a red baldric. Just next to Thunderbird Two was Thunderbird One, and the fact that Lindsey hadn’t noticed it land on site was another clue to their less-than-stellar condition.
“Hey, Tracy!” Lindsey called out, but when four heads turned around, they tried again. “Erm, Captain Tracy.”
“I’m glad the two of you are doing okay.” He smiled tiredly. The blonde boy could barely take his eyes off his (presumably) brother.
“Thanks to you.” Wilson shook his hand firmly.
“It’s what we do. And besides, I owed you.”
They also took his dusty hand and realised they were just as grimy. “Thank you, really. But… Don’t take this the wrong way, but I really hope we never see you again.”
Before Lindsey could panic over the possibility of being rude, Tracy laughed. “Likewise, Doctors.”
“Scott, we need to go.” The boy pulled at his arm.
“Alright, alright. Bye!”
“You’re not flying back to your base, are you?” Wilson hollered back with a frown.
The child spun round and smiled excitedly. “He’s not. I am!” And then the pair disappeared into the rocket.
Knowing by now not to question iR, they made their way into the green pod where others were preparing for the flight to hospital. There didn’t seem to be many major injuries, which was relieving, almost to an overwhelming extent. Yet another blonde operative sat them down and strapped them in. Once everyone was secured, he thumped on the outer metal wall.
“Let’s go, Virge!”
Lindsey, for the first time in their life, chose to stop thinking and let the powerful engines and padded harness straps carry them away from this nightmare.
