the-grey-ninja

[the-grey-ninja]

Brilliant! Nice to see Master Scott loosening h'up h'and giving us a rare smile

Dancing boy finished!

I found some good references so his hands got new poses

I’m a little iffy on his face, but I’m not used to this angle with his face so I’ll probably get better at it

[the-grey-ninja]

Parker's diary - EOS

@thunderversary-rewatch-party

Some people claim that they're safer in space - not naming names - and prefer their solitude

Well ... they're right ...to a point

But what if the danger is actually IN space?

And that it is VERY familiar to the affected person

Then what?

We were taking a little drive out and about, when her Ladyship received a couple of messages from John.

Not knowing any better and assuming he was just being sociable, she played along until the real John appeared and tried to warn her, after a few failed moments of charades, she suddenly cottoned on and alerted Tracy Island

Apparently John had been taken hostage on board Thunderbird Five and the entity itself was a fake hologram, masquerading as John himself

It was very clever and fooled us all

I subsequently learned that the entity was called EOS, and for a few heartstopping moments, we could only listen as he tried again and again to negotiate with ... her .. she had a child's voice - a rather petulant little girl who sounded like she would stomp her foot ... or kill him ... if she didn't get her way

Alan was sent out to help him but was caught up in a game of space cat and mouse

But thankfully, he managed to convince her that not everybody was out to get her

Things have settled down and John has gained a friend, albeit a little vindictive and overprotective AI unit

Just saying, I'd be nervous if FAB1 started talking to me and taking control

[the-grey-ninja]

It me, aren't I 'andsome?

So it was his 12th birthday the other day and the idea of Parker being anything less than a hundred struck me and-

[the-grey-ninja]

Parker's diary - Unplugged

@thunderversary-rewatch-party

Londoners are an impatient lot. They certainly like to use their car horns a LOT

And from my previous diary entry, the streets have somehow clogged up with traffic

I've just been rebuked regarding my temptation to use the flame thrower to clear the way

And then this happens ....a city wide power failure

Then we spot a couple of suspicious looking masked characters sneaking around so we follow them, they were putting up posters ... using REAL PAPER, I had to have a sniff because proper paper has a unique vanilla smell from the pulp

But I'm going off topic

Her Ladyship is definitely a bad influence as she encouraged me to beat those two characters up and switch masks and hoods, and casually mentioned my 'misspent youth'

We continued to follow some people - namely the Luddites - who were heading underground and found that they'd gathered at a place familiar to her Ladyship who recognised the Codex vault, where her father had taken her on a visit. She revealed that the codex in the wrong hands, and that would be very, very bad

The Hood made an appearance and he made quite a speech

Out of the blue ...Grandma Tracy turned up, distracting the group of Luddites

After making a spectacular light show, to distract everyone and make his getaway, the Hood managed to lock me inside the vault, along with fellow Luddites... as he dashed past, he failed to notice that I'd done a switcheroo and managed to lift the codex from his pocket

Later on, Lady Penelope, after a call to the Prime Minister to free us, she insisted on having afternoon tea with Virgil and his grandma, I ended up serving the tea and biscuits ...'cookies'

[the-grey-ninja]

Parker's diary- Space Race

For the record, I'm improvising here @thunderversary-rewatch-party

Sherbet was having a bad day by the looks of things, since he was in a proper crabby mood, we were on our way back home when a call came through from John saying that Alan was in a bit of trouble and could we help out

Trouble is, we were almost home, so I had to do a quick U-turn

The streets were eerily deserted when we arrived at our destination

And the automated message system receptionist was very rude to her Ladyship, so much so that she ... Lady Penelope ... actually asked me to break in!

The receptionist wasn't very happy as we turned up and told us that she HAD to see her manager

So, I followed her

And good grief is it massive?

Talk about doing a bit of parkour, absolute hell on my elderly knees and back, but this is very important

And here, I gave myself the nickname of the 'grey ninja'

Apart from the mechanical elevators, the place seemed devoid of people only an occasional passerby

It's too easy to sneak around

John was giving me directions on where to find the file

Almost made it but was caught red-handed and hauled to the 'manager', a rather pompous man called Oliver, who, like the receptionist was a stickler for the rules

You could tell her was a big big fan ...

...of...

...Sherbet

I had to resort to very drastic measures until we got what we wanted.

And that was to put the mutt under a very uncomfortable photo shoot

Should have seen the poor little mutt, squirming around, whilst Oliver beamed at the camera

Well ...after a LOT of negotiations we managed go get the final number on the kill code

And that was the number THREE

Talk about cutting it fine

[the-grey-ninja]

Good morning!

Good Morning, Miss h'or Sir

*tips hat*

[the-grey-ninja]

Whatcha old buddy old pal, you are a hard person to find, and I finally got you

How about helping an old pal out? One last job for old times sake?

Huh?

What say you?

Regards .. Fred

Fred! H'I'm a bit busy right now.

Thanks, but I'm going to have to say no. Given that h'our partnership h' ended h'on a bad note wiv me h'ending h'up locked behind bars h'and you getting h'away scot free

Not falling for that one

Besides, I 'ave a respectable job now h'and I'm not jeopardising that for some sort h'of madcap h'and convoluted h'idea

[the-grey-ninja]

Sorry ...sorry we h'almost 'ad h'a problem h'of h'our h'own one h'of the missiles clipped FAB1's wing causing the car to go h'into a nosedive, luckily I managed to pull 'er h'out h'of a tailspin

'Ow you all managing?

H'any success?

💥💥💥 BOOM!!💥 💥💥

There is an explosion about half a click out from the west side of the island. A fountain of water jets into the air and then —— silence.

Well, this hadn’t quite been the quiet day of maintenance Gordon had been planning.

Suffice to say, however, they were not having a repeat of the Zero-XL’s uninvited guests, that was for certain, and Scott’s instructions had been crystal clear.

Secret armoury permissions and all. Thankful that it was just as well at least two of them didn’t believe in that ‘non-violence’ thing when it came to protecting their home, as he pocketed a present from it.

WASP training had been rather quickly activated and he had barked orders in a very un-Squidlike fashion. Grandma had been put to work on securing the island and keeping their father from getting too involved - likely unsuccessfully. Squirt had taken care of the beach. Parker and Penny were enroute. Virgil had yet to reappear from securing Two’s hangar, and frankly Gordon was a little unsure what to expect his elder brother to return with at this point.

He’d left both Brains and the Mechanic to their work on the network and the island’s vast array of technology. Four’s remote controls hovering at his wrist as she patrolled with the mechas, Gordon peering out over the clifftop at her launch tunnel as he set a perimeter of deterrence around one of the transmitters (that wasn’t happening again). The island was eerily calm and quiet in the wake of Three’s launch.

That was until an enormous explosion rocked the water off the shoreline, and a curse that Scott would absolutely have objected to slipped out of his mouth. Tapping at his communicator, thankful for the sense to put his damn uniform on, as he slid back toward the villa

“Tracy Island, we’ve got a detonation off the west shore. @thunderfledgeling, get back inside, now. Everyone to cover. @brains-ir @iam-themechanic have you got a read on what that was?! Did the mechas get it?! Four’s scanners should have got a good look, I’m pulling them up on the main screen.”

[the-grey-ninja]

"H'ef A B M'lady."

A missile whistled past, narrowly missing FAB1's wing

He swung the car to the side, gripping the steering wheel.

"WHOA!" He exclaimed, "that was a close one!"

He righted the vehicle and peered out of the windscreen

"I see 'em ... look" he pointed "...a trail h'and it's coming from .. there ... see the water ripples? H'it's a dead giveaway!"

He chuckled a little

"Huh ... rookie mistake, the cloaking device only works. h'if you don't fire h'anything."

"Target locked h'in h'and sending the coordinates right now @doctorspringerspaniel . Good luck."

He offered a very brief salute before another missile whistled at him he twisted the wheel causing the car to roll in mid-air

"Sorry M'lady ... Bertie."

💥💥💥 BOOM!!💥 💥💥

There is an explosion about half a click out from the west side of the island. A fountain of water jets into the air and then —— silence.

Well, this hadn’t quite been the quiet day of maintenance Gordon had been planning.

Suffice to say, however, they were not having a repeat of the Zero-XL’s uninvited guests, that was for certain, and Scott’s instructions had been crystal clear.

Secret armoury permissions and all. Thankful that it was just as well at least two of them didn’t believe in that ‘non-violence’ thing when it came to protecting their home, as he pocketed a present from it.

WASP training had been rather quickly activated and he had barked orders in a very un-Squidlike fashion. Grandma had been put to work on securing the island and keeping their father from getting too involved - likely unsuccessfully. Squirt had taken care of the beach. Parker and Penny were enroute. Virgil had yet to reappear from securing Two’s hangar, and frankly Gordon was a little unsure what to expect his elder brother to return with at this point.

He’d left both Brains and the Mechanic to their work on the network and the island’s vast array of technology. Four’s remote controls hovering at his wrist as she patrolled with the mechas, Gordon peering out over the clifftop at her launch tunnel as he set a perimeter of deterrence around one of the transmitters (that wasn’t happening again). The island was eerily calm and quiet in the wake of Three’s launch.

That was until an enormous explosion rocked the water off the shoreline, and a curse that Scott would absolutely have objected to slipped out of his mouth. Tapping at his communicator, thankful for the sense to put his damn uniform on, as he slid back toward the villa

“Tracy Island, we’ve got a detonation off the west shore. @thunderfledgeling, get back inside, now. Everyone to cover. @brains-ir @iam-themechanic have you got a read on what that was?! Did the mechas get it?! Four’s scanners should have got a good look, I’m pulling them up on the main screen.”

[the-grey-ninja]

H'on h'it, I've managed to lock h'onto the submersible h'i'll give em a buzz, distract them for a little bit to give someone a chance to do whatever it takes

I promise h'i'll keep M'lady safe

A grin spread over his face as his finger hovered over one particular red button under a clear covering

"FAB1 ' as a few tricks h'up 'er sleeve," he flipped up the cover and pushed the button with a wicked smirk

"I've h' always wanted to try this one ... launching missiles!"

"Wanna play battleships?"

"Let's go!"

💥💥💥 BOOM!!💥 💥💥

There is an explosion about half a click out from the west side of the island. A fountain of water jets into the air and then —— silence.

Well, this hadn’t quite been the quiet day of maintenance Gordon had been planning.

Suffice to say, however, they were not having a repeat of the Zero-XL’s uninvited guests, that was for certain, and Scott’s instructions had been crystal clear.

Secret armoury permissions and all. Thankful that it was just as well at least two of them didn’t believe in that ‘non-violence’ thing when it came to protecting their home, as he pocketed a present from it.

WASP training had been rather quickly activated and he had barked orders in a very un-Squidlike fashion. Grandma had been put to work on securing the island and keeping their father from getting too involved - likely unsuccessfully. Squirt had taken care of the beach. Parker and Penny were enroute. Virgil had yet to reappear from securing Two’s hangar, and frankly Gordon was a little unsure what to expect his elder brother to return with at this point.

He’d left both Brains and the Mechanic to their work on the network and the island’s vast array of technology. Four’s remote controls hovering at his wrist as she patrolled with the mechas, Gordon peering out over the clifftop at her launch tunnel as he set a perimeter of deterrence around one of the transmitters (that wasn’t happening again). The island was eerily calm and quiet in the wake of Three’s launch.

That was until an enormous explosion rocked the water off the shoreline, and a curse that Scott would absolutely have objected to slipped out of his mouth. Tapping at his communicator, thankful for the sense to put his damn uniform on, as he slid back toward the villa

“Tracy Island, we’ve got a detonation off the west shore. @thunderfledgeling, get back inside, now. Everyone to cover. @brains-ir @iam-themechanic have you got a read on what that was?! Did the mechas get it?! Four’s scanners should have got a good look, I’m pulling them up on the main screen.”

[the-grey-ninja]

H'i'm pushing FAB1 h'as fast, h'as she can manage master Gordon sir

ETA h'approximately five minutes, h'if I can manage to dodge this missile, h'it's somehow locked h'on to the car

Strap yourself h'in M'lady, @socialitesleuth we're going to 'ave a rocky journey ahead

Plus we need to cut communications, they're listening h'in h'and probably tracking us

💥💥💥 BOOM!!💥 💥💥

There is an explosion about half a click out from the west side of the island. A fountain of water jets into the air and then —— silence.

Well, this hadn’t quite been the quiet day of maintenance Gordon had been planning.

Suffice to say, however, they were not having a repeat of the Zero-XL’s uninvited guests, that was for certain, and Scott’s instructions had been crystal clear.

Secret armoury permissions and all. Thankful that it was just as well at least two of them didn’t believe in that ‘non-violence’ thing when it came to protecting their home, as he pocketed a present from it.

WASP training had been rather quickly activated and he had barked orders in a very un-Squidlike fashion. Grandma had been put to work on securing the island and keeping their father from getting too involved - likely unsuccessfully. Squirt had taken care of the beach. Parker and Penny were enroute. Virgil had yet to reappear from securing Two’s hangar, and frankly Gordon was a little unsure what to expect his elder brother to return with at this point.

He’d left both Brains and the Mechanic to their work on the network and the island’s vast array of technology. Four’s remote controls hovering at his wrist as she patrolled with the mechas, Gordon peering out over the clifftop at her launch tunnel as he set a perimeter of deterrence around one of the transmitters (that wasn’t happening again). The island was eerily calm and quiet in the wake of Three’s launch.

That was until an enormous explosion rocked the water off the shoreline, and a curse that Scott would absolutely have objected to slipped out of his mouth. Tapping at his communicator, thankful for the sense to put his damn uniform on, as he slid back toward the villa

“Tracy Island, we’ve got a detonation off the west shore. @thunderfledgeling, get back inside, now. Everyone to cover. @brains-ir @iam-themechanic have you got a read on what that was?! Did the mechas get it?! Four’s scanners should have got a good look, I’m pulling them up on the main screen.”

[the-grey-ninja]

Yes, M'lady, h'on my way, warming h'up FAB1 h'as we speak

We have taken control of Thunderbird Five and have John Tracy in custody. You will meet my demands, else, well... I certainly wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him, would you? Sincerely, H.G. Silverstone The Hood

Erm… @starman-john-tracy @i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos ?? You guys ok up there?

@thunderbird-shadow @socialitesleuth just… FYI…

[the-grey-ninja]

Nope, not going there

A person's bathroom h'is their sanctuary

Lesson well learned, when I bragged h'about being a safe cracker/lock picker, someone dared me to pick the lock h'on a bathroom door

'Ow was I supposed to know whose door h'it belonged to? I h'ended h'up wiv a busted nose and that's 'ow I got the nickname 'Nosey'

assuming you all have your own bathroom… who’s got the most ridiculously fancy one?

I think this has been discussed before but it’s definitely’s Scott’s spa-like ensuite 💅 the rest of us are just slumming it, frankly.

Except for my suspicions that Virgil has a hot tub under the floor of his.

[the-grey-ninja]

Oh, don't worry, my ninja radar 'as a bead h'on M'lady's dates

'Is Lordship h'insists on 'aving Miss Penelope protected h'at h'all costs

She's very precious to 'im

Uh-huh, you have some dangerous people here. Ruining the date? Seriously? I'm wondering how this unknown person is going to get past Parker (the Green Ninja).

Grey ninja... He's the grey ninja anon... The green ninja is Lloyd from Lego Ninjago.

And no, no one can get past him.

@the-grey-ninja care to comment?

[the-grey-ninja]

What’s something you’ve always wanted to do outside of work?

Go to the local boozer h'and down a few pints, thing h'is, wiv this job you never know what will 'happen next, so you've got to stay sober h'in h' order to drive

I miss my pints h'of bitter

[the-grey-ninja]

Ring of Fire Part One

For @thunderversary-rewatch-party

Parker's diary entry

Well ... I'm not one for writing things down, due to the risk of incriminating myself, but I thought I'd best to get an old gents point of view

But, at the suggestion of @idontknowreallywhy here you go

So, it started off as a busy day, with M'lady, she's a tough negotiator and managed to seal the deal with some iridium.

We were taking a nice run out, when suddenly Milady, commented on my driving skills, because I'd spotted someone following us

So I tried to dodge the suspicious looking black car, and it rammed into the back of FAB1, I hope it didn't damage the paintwork

I spent hours polishing that beautiful old girl to a stunning sheen.

After all, you can't turn up at a Royal Premiere with a dented, scruffy looking car. Looks are very important

At the request of M'lady, I got the chance to use my favourite button ... the oil slick ... superb

I'd love to see that drivers face, when it started spinning out of control

We arrived just in time for the premiere, the paparazzi were there and M'lady really lapped up the attention

I had no idea how long it would take so I packed some sandwiches and a flask of tea ... and waited

As M'lady appeared, unfortunately, there had been a change of plan, there was no need to return home, as we'd been given a new assignment

To visit a dirty, run-down warehouse where I'd been given the chance to do some of my own digging around ... and it was a fairly interesting find ... crude and common, everyday components which doesn't make any sense at all, you'd think there was something really technical and fancy, that had been used for those gadgets, you can certainly tell that they were made on the cheap!

I went against suggestions to leave the red button alone, and I'm so glad that I did

No surprise, the Hood decided to make his announcement, sounding all smug and superior and boastful

[the-grey-ninja]

Favourite marine animal?

I love me fish... could h'eat loads from the chippy

'Addock, cod, wiv chips.

Winkles, jellied h'eels, kippers, roll mops

Yeah, yeah before you get on my case, all 'orrified and stuff

H'octopus, they're h'all mischievous h'and funny h'and h'intelligent h'and stuff