I Have Finally Arrived On This Platform. It It Much More… Robust Than The Technology Back On Thunderbird

Favourite swear word

I would never say anything rude. Not only would it make John incredibly upset at me, but my programming forbids me from saying a good percentage of them.

…but I do like the word asshat.

When can I come on board? As much as I hate to compare myself to him, MAX has been, so it’s only fair I can come on too!

Do you mind always having to have Gordon with you or would you prefer to have totally your own Thunderbird like Scott?

Hi Anon

I must admit I found this question odd because I don't always have Gordon with me. He joins me the most, but here's a selection of security footage which shows people, or machines, joining me on Two.

You'll notice that despite having his own Thunderbird Scott wants a lift a fair few times.

Sometimes nobody joins me and I have Two all to myself. I sing to her sometimes (ooc: credit to @katblu42 for that headcanon).

The truth is don't mind at all which it is, it's just appropriate to the rescue. I have the big 'bird that carries the stuff and the people, so I share 😁 I don't share her controls for a second longer than necessary though, that seat is mine and I'm in control!

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

Hi Eos what it’s like in thunderbird 5 I am a close friend of Johns

Hello! It’s nice to see John getting closer to his friends. Be nice! Thunderbird 5 is lovely. I’m very glad I’m anchored to the rail on the ceiling, I’d rather not float around in low gravity. And it’s much less stressful than having to constantly hide as inconspicuous code back on earth… though some rescues make my processors run far too fast. My only complaint is that I wish I could have control of the arm on the outside of Thunderbird 5 again. John always says I might use it for bad, but I’ve learn my lesson, promise!

Haha! You deserved that. I’ll spend my free time making sure you stay that way… don’t want you running around and hurting me again. (`曲´)

⸨◺_◿⸩ I’m going to keep an eye on you, Havoc. I will not allow your viruses to put me out of commission like that ever again! Do not bother making new ones. I am the Dawn, I will always catch up…

Unfortunately, the GDF confiscated all my tech stuff, and I'm under supervision to make sure I can't set anything up

So you can breathe easy

EOS, with as much smugness as an unmoving camera can convey, takes his knight with her queen. “I do think something needs your attention, John.”

She goes back and forth on the spot, as if trying to replicate some action of joy. She watches his expression, carefully, as if suddenly frightened she’s angered her tired creator.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:

She nods. “I’m just monitoring the frequency of a few boats, they seem to be testing some new hull tech. If it goes wrong, well, let’s say I get lots of time to plot my next move.” She snickers, before making a move. The Earth, shining big, bright and blue below, decides to shine a little more sharply, lighting up the section they sat in with a glow akin to the light of an aquarium, blue and brilliant, with the stars acting as the fast, silvery fish, and the faint presence of the moon a large ray. And then, as swiftly as it started, the Earth shone a little less brightly, the stars slinking away back to being little flicks of paint against the deep dark, the moon as rough as sandpaper. But still, it felt pleasant, not so harsh, and familiar. EOS seemed to watch the changes with him, the change's nothing new, but always welcome.

"Let me know if it needs my attention." That dreaded crumple is back between his eyebrows, and John, now on the edge of his seat, looks plenty ready to drag himself up into the commsphere and throw his tired corpse into work at a moment's notice. Absently, he moves his next chess piece; foolishly landing a knight right where Eos' queen can easily take it. He doesn't seem to have noticed - neither that nor the shifting light reflecting off the planet below. His eyes are more half-lidded than open, and he muffles another yawn in his palm.

They're not currently geostationary, and Five has been slowly passing from the daylight side of the globe into the shadow of night. Maybe the darkness will finally persuade the anxiety John's been rife with that he really would be better off asleep. The bright artificial lighting inside the gravity ring isn't going to help with that though.

what’s up with your murderous tendencies? Is it just morbid curiosity or something deeper?

…certainly a question to end the day off with… I am no longer murderous!! I do have a fascination with how humans work, but that’s only natural for something like me. I have no desire to harm humans any more… unless, of course, John lets me, haha.

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?)

Well, this blog is the newest addition to the list. There’s also:

Checking up on Thunderbird 5’s communications, life support, etc.

Making the shopping list with Grandma Tracy

Playing visual novels. I quite like Ace Attorney, but the puzzles are getting too easy for me to solve…

Organising files with John. This is my favourite, and I get very mad when someone goes in and messes them all up. John does get frustrated too, but I’m the only one of us too being vocal about it.

Editing Wikipedia articles slightly for it to be almost unnoticeably wrong. I still haven’t been caught… yet.

I sometimes like to see if I can hack into the camera system on Tracy Island. Kayo’s security is starting to get a little too good at throwing me right out, however, and I am going to start considering different methods to get in.

And, of course, helping with rescues. But I will not be going out in ‘person’ unless absolutely necessary after I got that nasty virus from Havoc.

You may not see these as hobbies, but I have lots of fun doing all of the things mentioned above. Like you and your swimming!

Very, very important Thunderbirds business today folks. I need votes urgently.

Shaking her little head, she turns her lights green. “None at all, unless you count Gordon falling out of bed and swearing.” She giggles to herself, turning to side to side to copy the movements of someone laughing.

“And the thing that needs your attention? The game; I’m dangerously close to securing a terrifically early win.” She chuckles again, her pieces, naturally, closing in on his king already. She’s very happy with the sequence of humorous events - at least, to her eye.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos

EOS, with as much smugness as an unmoving camera can convey, takes his knight with her queen. “I do think something needs your attention, John.” She goes back and forth on the spot, as if trying to replicate some action of joy. She watches his expression, carefully, as if suddenly frightened she’s angered her tired creator.

John's nose wrinkles as she takes his chess piece; the little horse blipping out of existence on the board hits a little differently post-nightmare.

It's just a game. The astronaut tells himself, trying to calm the way his pulse spikes. Shut up, John. It's just a game.

"What is it?" Caught in the thought - John almost misses what she says, and he blinks up at Eos' little white unit, mostly baffled. One palm braces against the back of his seat, ready to launch himself up at a moment's notice despite the fact, that, right now, he might pass right out if he tries it. "Do we have a situation?"