This is a personal project I just finished, I stumbled upon the sketch in my files and just ended up finishing it off.
Gords is using his big bear bro as a heat source. I get the impression that Virg would be at one with the cold, where as the squid hates the chill will gravitate towards warmth.
I hope you like them, I spent hours getting this done, it is now 1:30am here, I’m so tired.
It’s been a log while since I’ve posted anything and an even longer while since I’ve written anything. My creative juices seem to be being spent elsewhere the past few months, keeping me busy and distracted. Hopefully posting what I have already written may help in my writing exploits.
So here is the next instalment of Homecoming, a rescue chapter written for @misssquidtracy who’s been a constant cheerleader for this story. Thank you, and enjoy.
Gordon braced himself in Thunderbird Four as the clips released the module. The feeling of weightlessness took over his body momentarily as adrenaline started flowing through his veins, kicking his body into rescue mode. He had to be patient as the door opened and the mechanism turned, preparing the submarine for launch. An eager smile crossed his face and his hand clenched around the controls as the ramp entered the water. This was his territory. This is what he trained for, what he loved. The little yellow submarine started to slip down the ramp.
“Thunderbird Four is go!”
She entered the water smoothly, though Gordon pulled on the controls to keep her at the surface. There was no need to dive today. Gordon manoeuvred his submarine, slowly turning so he could see the boats ahead. Virgil had dropped him a safe distance away, so as not to cause further damage to the boats, which could lead to them sinking. All the lifesigns had been gathered around or on the boats, and as Gordon approached he could see some of them standing on deck or sitting on the hull. From the way one of them was waving his hand in the air, apparently completely oblivious to the approaching rescue vehicle, there was a significant disagreement in progress. EOS had warned him that there may be casualties if he didn’t attend, though it was only now he was there that he realised he might have to play peacekeeper. Below the angry man was the damaged sailboat, a massive hole in its capsized hull and with three figures struggling to stay atop it. Gordon could tell the figures had spotted him and were showing visible signs of relief. He was happy to see they all had lifejackets on, and although they were shivering, appeared to have no obvious injuries. Experience reminded him that looks can be deceiving. Gordon waved at them before carefully guiding Thunderbird Four so it came alongside the capsized boat. Cutting the engine, he quickly slipped through his craft to the airlock at the back and opened it up. The angry voices hit him like a brick, almost drowning out the sound of the sea.
Happy Valentine’s Day, but more importantly (at least in my little world), Happy Birthday to the best Tracy brother (again, in my little world!)
I can’t take credit for the topper and letters unfortunately. I had all the time in the world for last year’s cake, courtesy of lockdown, but have had to operate on a slightly tighter time schedule this year :)
Last year’s cake was TAG themed. Aside from the yellow icing, this year the theme is TOS, helped (I hope) by the orange icing accents and of course Four’s halogen bar.
Just a silly little edit I made for the marvelous @misssquidtracy when we were sending eachother memes a couple weeks ago.
I used the T4 vector that @flyboytracy got from the official website and typed in some text. I might turn this into a drawing at some point but rn I’m not sure.
