After Careful Analysis, I Think The Planets Are Too Big And Bright. Maybe Something With Just Stars Would

Alrighty, I would like to request:

Strong hydraulics, so I can hold up big boulders and crush pesky little robots… no bigger than MAX! I promise I won’t crush him.

Sufficient weaponry to scare away invaders.

Various tools so I can assist with John when he needs to repair anything on the ground, like the Space Elevator.

Waterproofing so Gordon can’t rid of me easily, hehe.

These are the ones I want the most out of my… extensive list. Please consider my request! (^^)

Brains, may you pretty, pretty please make me a big robot I can use on Tracy Island? I would love to throw Max like a softball protect us from especially dangerous intruders. I have a list of things I want… Reply soon, please!! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

Well, since you asked so politely, I'll consider it. What is the list of things you want? I can take a look and maybe grant some of your requests. If you promise to be on your best behavior.

Although I'm not sure you need to throw MAX around. I'm sure the two of you could get on and even become friends.

( @starman-john-tracy I wonder what you think of this?)

Unfortunately, all footage seems to have been scrubbed from the International Rescue database… on purpose. I am unsure if I can restore it, but I can find the perpetrator. Just give me a few hours.

so, bro, say... if I were to... accidentally knock a pool chair into the pool, and get part of it stuck in the mechanism allowing it to open for 1...

would you help me try to get it out before Scott notices?

Please?

-🚀

… Alan.

Yes, I’ll help you.

It’ll cost you a whole week of laundry duty though. Watching Scott trying to unwedge it while flapping about getting off the island in a hurry is comedy gold I will have to lose out on.

(Probably showing my age here with the GLaDOS reference but... ) Is the cake a lie?

(I love Portal too, do not fear!)

It’s a lie to me… I can’t even have a taste! Sometimes being just a little camera is very inconvenient…

EOS, important question; how much of Thunderbird 5 do you control?

Well… a lot, actually. Everything excluding some outer airlocks, some forms of communications and life support related stuff. I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting…

Apparently John needs me to be a little less ‘bloodthirsty’ before he can relinquish all control to me if he’s out. A shame, mainly as I cannot drink blood, so I do not see what he needs to wait for.

Come on now EOS, the first time a machine won a chess match against a human was over half a century ago! You've gotta step up your game!

Do NOT bring that up. I made one (1) mistake, and John exploited it ruthlessly. I will ensure it never happens again.

Do you participate in Tracy Island drama???

I dabble in it, yes. I like to help John in his arguments, petty or not, with his brothers. It’s rather amusing to hear the silly things they squabble about sometimes. (I have a few stories if you’re interested…)

In the unlikely occasion they’d come after me, I have enough blackmail to keep them quiet until the end of their lives. It’s amusing how flustered they get over such things. However, I’m not willing to leak it here. Unless provoked…

Hmph, well, you brought this upon yourself! Thunderbird 5 is off limits until you not only provide 3 access codes, all randomly generated so you cannot brute force it, but John won’t know them either, thus can no longer provide them for you.

Have fun trying to cover for John on the rare occasion he’s dragged out. I think I’ll do a much better job tending to Five than you. >:]

Yes, the sunfish are ever gorgeous and stupid, yes, the sea otters are playful and intelligent… but what about any mesopelagic critters?! >:[ John won’t let me go on Thunderbird 4 so I can see them, which is utterly disappointing. Please enlighten me about your favourite deep-sea creature… or let me onto Thunderbird 4’s systems so I can see them for myself…? I promise I won’t take it for a spin… :]

EOS!! What are you doing on here?!

You… like mesopelagic creatures? I mean, it makes perfect sense from a horror point of view. It’s where the giant squid lurks for a reason

Sorry, you need the access code for Thunderbird 4. If you’ve got that, we can go for a spin no problem! But without it? Weeeeell… c:

Yes, have no fear. I’m never too far from you in Five. And I keep your brothers contacts on standby at all times; no matter what you need them for.

"Go back to sleep, it's safe" with EOS? 🧡

It's not clear how long the AI has been trying to rouse him, but when John wakes, he wakes like a sailor scuttling a ship on rocks, plunging and heedless, expecting imminent impact.

"NO!" Corkscrewed in his sheets, John tries to rocket upright, only to find himself tangled horribly. He nearly tips himself straight off his bunk trying to thrash himself free. He's gasping, soaked in sweat, and the image of Scott falling to his death is seared, bright, on the back of his eyelids when he blinks.

John takes a ragged, gasping breath, and tries to calm his pounding heart. It's not real. It's not real. It's not-

"E-Eos?" John's voice comes out shaky and he hates it. That's the fifth time this week. Scott, Virgil, Gordon, Alan, on a never ending loop. All it takes is one close call on a rescue, and John's polyphasic sleep rhythm is trashed. His heart is in his throat. He feels physically sick.

"Go back to sleep," She tells him, small and soft, and more worried than a computer program has any right to be. "You are perfectly safe."

Instead, John buries his head in his hands and laces his fingers tightly through the strands. He makes a hunched, painful silhouette on the hard bunk. He's trembling.

"Either go back to sleep." Eos recommends, "Or call one of your brothers." She pauses, her worried orange ring of lights circling at his side, knowing full well there's no chance of that. "...Which was it this time?"

"Scott." His voice is thick as molasses. "I-I don't think I'm going to be getting any more sleep this phase..."

There's a crackly, static sound from the AI that's probably a sigh. He's already untangling the pretzel of himself and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed - a little too eager to bury his own problems in the problems of others, up in the command sphere - no matter that those legs wobble like a new colt as he stands.

"John." She sounds exasperated.

"Eos." He sounds resigned.

Aww, but what if they nicely and willingly volunteer to be shot into space? Can I do that, pleasee…? :[

Ah, I hope followers do not mind me following them back, I just like keeping track of potential victims my new Hellsite friends.

OOC: I currently have a very bad headache (to the degree it’s kinda disorienting to stand up too quick) and will be replying to posts less frequently. I’ll reblog with an update tomorrow, but I don’t expect to get better as sleeping all day hasn’t helped a lot aside from taking away the ache when I’m asleep. When it’s over I’ll return to my usual routine of replying every time I open Tumblr.