#captain ochre

[taffydragonart]

Can't believe I got through all that Captain Scarlet stuff without mentioning once how I had him turn into a werewolf in a fancomic

#captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain scarlet #gerry anderson #supermarionation #werewolf #werewolves #fan comic #colonel white #captain blue #captain ochre #captain magenta #symphony angel #destiny angel #harmony angel #rhapsody angel #melody angel #goodnight orson

[river-sam2]

Captain Ochre(NCS)and Destiny Angel(OCS)

#captain ochre #richard frazer #elaine mcgee #destiny angel #juliette pontoin #captain scarlet #captain scarlet and the mysterons #new captain scarlet #gerryanderson #ga fanart #fanart #nendoroid doll #captain magenta #patrick donaghue #captain grey #bradley holden #river sam2

[hebuiltfive]

For the ask game- private detective au with Ochre?

Hello! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this! It’s been fighting back against me quite a bit. I’m not great with crime scene analysis or police dramas, so it might not be entirely accurate, but I hope it will suffice!

Warning for swearing and brief descriptions of a murder scene.

Thank you for the ask @mariashades! 🧡

Missing Persons

Broken glass crunched beneath his boot.

Richard winced. He knew he only had minutes before Magnolia’s boss realised she’d let through an unauthorised civilian, but the scene that was displayed before him was vast. Blood splattered across the motel room’s bland walls, across linen sheets and the shaggy rug. The armchair in the corner had been sliced with, what Richard could only assume, had probably been a knife.

What interested him most, however, was the window that had been broken, the cause of the glass that was scattered around the room.

“What do you make of that, Patrick?” Richard gestured with his pencil towards said broken window.

His new protégé — the former cyber-criminal who was currently attempting to prove to Richard that he was capable of turning his life around, if only to avoid the life sentence that was hanging before him should he fail — stepped into the motel room with a frown.

“Looks like that’s the way the murderer got in.”

“Wrong. We’re two storeys up. A murderer wouldn’t have climbed the drain to smash the window to gain entry.”

“If he was desperate he might.”

“Look at how the glass has fallen.”

Patrick scrutinised the glass again, his frowning deepening as realisation dawned. “… Shit.”

“Rule one of faking your own murder scene: make sure it makes sense.”

For the glass on the floor of the motel room was not in fact glass from the broken window. The trajectory was far too wrong, this displacement incorrect. If Richard were to guess, he’d assume the reflective glass on the floor was in actuality mirror fragments.

“Faking your murder scene? You mean our guy is still out there?”

“Yes.” Richard glumly confirmed. “Paul Metcalfe, what are you playing at?”

#five answers #captain scarlet and they mysterons #captain scarlet fanfiction #five fics #captain ochre

[thedullsea]

Cs face practices bc idk I just totally forgot how to draw Scarlet..

Ochre definitely turned out most accurate so he gets the big spot lucky him

#gerry anderson #captain scarlet #captain ochre #captain magenta #paul metcalfe #pls ignore the marker bleeding by magenta #need to draw scarlet and blue or i’ll explode

[avengedbiologist]

Redraw of that dramatic moment between Ochre and Blue ✌️

#captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain blue #captain ochre #adam svenson #richard fraser

[river-sam]

Ochre and Blue“Cheers!”

Magenta“Cheers!(I have a very bad feeling about this situation…)”

#remember about flight to atlantica #after finish the mission #build a minifigure #lego figures #captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain magenta #captain ochre #captain blue

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

I mean can you blame him? Richard has been barking for the last hour! XD

@uniwolfcorn  @teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @amistrio @inertplanetary @mariashades @yarol2075

#my art #doodles #Captain Scarlet #Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons #Captain Magenta #Patrick Donaghue #Captain Ochre #Richard Frazer #Thunderfam #Spectrum Animals #animals #ga fanart #Gerry Anderson #Supermarionation #*cue COD hitmark sfx*

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Personal Favours

Captain Ochre fidgeted on the bed in Sickbay, bored. He felt fine! It was just a scratch, and Fawn was just being an old woman about the situation.

Time dragged on, and Ochre’s whining and complaining was only irritating the nurses, and thus, Doctor Fawn. The normally placid doctor was in danger of becoming decidedly grumpy.

Under-stimulation was making Ochre restless – a Fawn in a bad mood would at least be entertaining – so he decided to try again. “Aw, c’mon, Doc. It’s not so bad, let me out?”

Fawn’s eyes narrowed at him, crossing his arms across his chest. How a man so much smaller than him could loom so effectively, Ochre would never understand.

“I promise I’ll behave,” he continued wheedling. “I’ll stick to my quarters, the commissary, and the Officer’s Lounge. I’ll report back you morning and night until you release me for duty!”

The glare had turned considering, the one arm freeing itself from Fawn’s chest, and stroked his chin, elbow cradled in the other palm. Ochre sensed potential victory.

“I’d consider it a personal favour,” he pleaded.

Fawn’s eyebrows raised. “A personal favour? And what, pray tell, did you have in mind?”

Ochre stared, “Umm …”

Fawn’s eyebrows lowered into a stern frown. “Because a personal favour implies a return of service, no questions asked, at my discretion.”

Ochre nodded eagerly, Fawn hardly ever left Sickbay, what could he possibly ask for as a return of service?

“As well as the conditions you offered?”

Ochre’s head near fell off his neck, he was nodding so enthusiastically.

Fawn upped the force of the frown. “And you will use crutches at all times until I, personally, okay you to get off them?”

“Yes!”

Fawn paused, considering. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Subject to all those conditions, I will allow you a provisional release from Sickbay.” He picked up a clipboard, and scribbled on a piece of paper, before presenting it to Ochre.

Ochre took the clipboard, and read the paper. “I, Captain Ochre, in return for provisional release from Sickbay ahead of the optimal time, offer Doctor Fawn a return of services, a personal favour, no questions asked.” It was dated.

Ochre looked up at Fawn, questioningly. The medic shrugged. “I like to keep records. You perform the favour, you get the slip back.”

Ochre signed and returned the clipboard. Fawn glanced at the signature, and nodded. “Fine. I’ll get the rest of your paperwork sorted out, and then you can get out of here.”

Magenta, his jaw hanging comically loose, managed to find his voice. “Hey, Doc? Uh … Can I get in on that action?”

An hour later the two paroled patients shuffled into the Officer’s Lounge, much to the surprise of its occupants.

“Mon Dieu! What are you two doing here? If you have escaped from Sickbay without Docteur Fawn’s permission …”

Magenta grinned. “It’s fine, Destiny, we’re here with Fawn’s blessing. I don’t know how he managed it, but Ochre managed to strike a deal with Fawn for a conditional release, and I rode out on his coattails.”

Scarlet and Blue exchanged glances. “You struck a detail with Fawn?” Scarlet asked, “How on earth did you manage that?”

Ochre proudly outlined the terms, and there was a long silence, as everyone turned it over in their heads.

Finally Grey spoke, shaking his head. “I can’t see it, but mark my words, Fawn’s got a scheme cooking. He’ll get the last laugh, and this’ll all end in tears.”

It took some time, but Colonel White finally had enough evidence to prove a troubling trend. Sickbay had very clearly written guidelines, with very specific criteria for a patient’s release. However, lately Fawn was granting releases in advance of the proper time.

A quick check in with the nurse on admissions, assured White that the Doctor was free, and, informing a curious Lieutenant Green (who would assuredly be contacting the Officers Lounge to inform them the second the door closed behind him) of his destination, he left the Control Room and headed to Sickbay.

Fawn was waiting for him at Reception. “You wanted to see me?”

“Your office, if we can, Doctor?”

Fawn’s eyes flicked him up and down, very clearly assessing his physical condition, before nodding, and waving White through the door into Sickbay proper.

Partway down the corridor, Fawn had slipped past him to lead the way, finally opening the door and waving White in. “Take a seat,” Fawn instructed, as White walked in ahead of him. “Do you want a tea? Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” White said calmly, settling himself into the chair across from Fawn’s desk, ignoring the smaller, more comfortable chairs around a low occasional table.

Fawn secured the door, and walked around the desk to take his chair. “How can I help you today, Colonel?”

“I’ve been catching up on some reports, Doctor, and I have noticed an unusual trend. I wanted to make sure everything is good on your end.”

Fawn sat up straighter. “And what trend have you noticed?”

White suppressed a wince. He should have known that Fawn would take offence to a perceived criticism of his performance. “Nothing major, but from what I understand is you have been releasing Senior Staff from Sickbay before they properly should be released.”

Fawn relaxed back into his seat, his hands coming up to steeple in front of him, a large, satisfied – and decidedly worrying – grin on his face. “Oh yes. The ‘parole programme’ I believe they’re calling it. I’d been getting royally sick of their bad behaviour towards the end of their stay, and Ochre decided that he would take it as a ‘personal favour’ if I were to release him early. The others have all tagged onto his deal.”

White’s eyebrows rose. “Is this wise, Doctor? The guidelines are very clear, at your insistence.”

Fawn smirked. “Oh yes. They’ll all get a reminder shortly as to the wisdom of staying where they’re put.”

White decided he really didn’t want to know. “This isn’t going to be something that I will have to adjudicate.” It was as much a plea for reassurance as a warning.

Fawn chuckled. “You will hear about it, but unless I am very gravely mistaken, it won’t be anything official.” He pulled a bulging folder out of his desk drawer. “After all, they’ve all signed their souls away in exchange for their temporary freedoms.”

The Colonel pinched the bridge of his nose. “How soon will this be resolved, Edward?”

“Halloween.” At White’s surprised look, Fawn continued. “After all, that’s when the Devil traditionally collects his debts, isn’t it?”

White quickly made his excuses, and fled Sickbay. He wondered if he could arrange to evacuate himself from Cloudbase over Halloween.

It was the week before Halloween, and excitement was building on Cloudbase. Captains Ochre and Magenta were excitedly discussing the upcoming Halloween costume party with an assortment of ranks, arranged around a large table.

As they went to take their leave, a young – rather good-looking – female Lieutenant asked one final question: “Have you two organised your costumes?”

They promised enthusiastically that they had, indeed, organised costumes – admission to the party was on condition of dressing up, after all – and that they would be memorable.

Leaving the commissary, they didn’t notice Fawn slip in behind them until they were out in the corridor, and Fawn stepped easily between the pair, placing a hand on their shoulders.

As they jumped, Fawn chuckled, “Well, I certainly hope you’re not this jumpy at the Halloween party.”

Ochre blinked. Fawn had never shown the slightest bit of interest in Halloween before, pleading it wasn’t ‘culturally appropriate’, as Australia didn’t celebrate the holiday.

Fawn continued. “And as for your costumes, I hope they’re refundable, because you shan’t be needing them.”

The two men stared at him in shock. “But …” Magenta began weakly.

Fawn produced four slips of paper. It was two of their ‘Favour IOUs’ apiece. “I’m calling in some of the favours you owe.”

Ochre paled. “But the party …”

Fawn smiled. “Oh, don’t worry. You’re still going. In fact, I insist on it. I’ve just taken the liberty of arranging your costumes; they’re waiting in your quarters.” He waved two of the slips. “That clears one favour. As a bonus, if you complete the task accompanying the costumes, you can clear another.”

The pair stared at him in mute shock. Fawn’s smile grew into a grin. “Don’t look so worried boys, it’s a party. It’ll be fun!” He turned to head off down the corridor. “I’ll see you there!”

Twenty minutes later, Ochre was desperately hammering on Magenta’s door. It slid open to admit him, Magenta standing on the other side, a bemused grin on his face. Ochre scuttled in, hurriedly shutting the door behind him.

He thrust the costume he had found in his quarters at Magenta. “Look at what he expects me to wear!”

Magenta took a long look at it, before bursting out laughing.

“It’s not funny!” And no, Ochre’s voice had not risen to a shriek.

Magenta only laughed harder, and indicated the costume spread out on his bed. Ochre advanced, and stared, horrified. He threw his costume next to it in disgust. “We can’t wear this! We’ll be a laughing stock!”

The Irishman gradually got himself under control. “Oh, god. Brad was right!” He wiped tears from his eyes. “You got to admit, Fawn’s got one hell of an evil sense of humour!”

“We can’t wear this!” Ochre reiterated.

Magenta shrugged. “We’ve got to. We agreed. We signed. Fawn’s got us over a barrel, and the smug bastard planned it all along.” He giggled again. “It’s not so bad,” he grinned.

Ochre grabbed his costume again, and waved it at his field partner. “This dress has a thigh-high slit!” he hissed.

Magenta smirked. “Are you gonna shave your legs?” he asked, before bursting into peels of laughter again.

“And what about the ‘bonus task’?” Ochre demanded, waving a folder in the air.

Magenta took it and looked at the papers inside, giggling inanely. “Oh, this is classic!” he sniggered. “Better than mine.” He offered Ochre his folder.

Ochre looked at it, like his, it was a musical score with lyrics. They were both expected to sing. Presumably the songs matched the costumes, but the dresses and songs meant nothing to him.

He threw Magenta’s folder back on the bed in disgust. “What are we gonna do?”

Magenta shrugged. “We’re gonna go to the party in the costumes Fawn has so kindly arranged. And I don’t know about you, but what the hell, I’m gonna do the song. If Fawn’s after payback, I might as well have fun, and put on a good show.” He looked Ochre dead in the eye. “Face it, Rick. Fawn’s owned us, and we went tripping right into his trap.”

Ochre morosely gathered up his costume. Magenta was right, he had no choice.

Halloween was a time for horror stories but, he reflected glumly, horror stories were only fun if you weren’t the victim.

Rumours had been running rampant around Cloudbase for the whole week. That Captain Ochre of all people, had suddenly lost his enthusiasm for Halloween was cause for concern, and even Colonel White had taken notice.

Oddly enough, Doctor Fawn had not been concerned, along with Captain Magenta, a fact that was not lost on the rest of the senior staff. When questioned, Fawn feigned ignorance, and Magenta just grinned and tapped the side of his nose.

When the party had opened without Ochre and Magenta in attendance, people were becoming even more concerned. It was highly unlike the highly extroverted ex-cop to be late for a party. Further attempts to interrogate Fawn were met were a shrug, and the suggestion that maybe they wanted to make a big entrance.

Captain Ochre did not want to make a big entrance to the party. Captain Ochre did not want to enter the party. At. All. At least, not in the clothes he was wearing. But Magenta had mercilessly bullied him out of his quarters, and to the door of the large conference room where the party was in full swing.

Ochre dithered, until Magenta lost his patience, and activated the door panel, striking a pose as the door slid open. There was pandemonium as they were noticed. Laughter, applause and wolf-whistles.

Ochre grudgingly admitted to himself, that Fawn had done an amazing job on the costumes for them, even though he could hardly wait to escape back to his quarters.

As they were both pulled into the middle of the room, Melody Angel trotted up, dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, complete with a robotic toy dog on a leash as Toto. She grinned mischievously at Ochre.

“Queen Elsa,” she curtsied before him and turned to Magenta. “Princess Anna.” Another curtsey.

She stepped back and surveyed them. “A very good job of costumes. Fawn did well.”

Ochre glared at her, before grabbing at his skirt fabric, desperately trying to keep it from exposing his leg. “How did you know it was Fawn? Did he say anything to you about this? Did. You. Help. Him?” The last was a very clear threat.

Melody laughed again. “To your questions: nope and nope. As to how I know … Well, let’s just say, Fawn’s costume makes a whole lot of sense now, honey.”

Fawn’s costume. Ochre scanned the room and spotted the Doctor lounging against the wall, enjoying the show. At Ochre’s glare, he straightened up, and sketched out a courtly bow. Ochre gritted his teeth, but he had to admit, the Doctor did have a sense of humour.

Magenta had forced him to watch the damn movie, resulting in many, many hours of ear-worms. And that was how he recognised Fawn’s character. Prince Hans, of the Southern Isles. Only the freakin’ villain of the movie.

It was a good match. Fawn was the two-faced, lying, scheming, manipulative villain of this whole evening.

Captain Grey, cunningly – if predictably – disguised as Neptune, sidled up to the two Princesses. “Fawn?” he guessed.

“Go on, say I told you so,” Ochre grumped. “You said the medical parole scheme would all end in tears.”

“I’ll say,” Magenta chimed in, cheerfully. “I laughed so much I cried when I found what Fawn’s favour was.”

Scarlet and Blue froze. “This is Fawn’s doing?” the Bostonian whimpered.

“Oh, yes,” Fawn trotted up, looking immensely pleased with himself. “And I must say, you two pulled it off beautifully. I’m looking forward to the performance.” He offered the two, a single piece of paper each, which they seized gladly.

Magenta grinned, and offered his hand, which Fawn took, bowed over, and kissed. “Princess.” He bowed at Ochre. “Queen Elsa.” Before being seized by an exuberant female technician dressed as an Amazon warrior, and, thus emboldened, claimed the Doctor as a dance partner. Fawn’s grin disappeared on the dance floor.

Scarlet blinked. “Well, Fawn’s certainly having fun.” He eyed Ochre. “Have you two somehow done a body swap, because you’re acting more like him that he is.” He indicated the dance floor.

Blue snagged Ochre’s piece of paper, and read it. He paled beautifully under his tan, it really helped him sell the undead look he had going. “This is a favour. This is what he’s called in a favour for?”

Ochre snatched the paper back, and tore it up, before freezing. “No pockets,” he cursed. Melody offered her basket, and Ochre gladly stuffed the paper fragments in under the cloth.

“What is the performance he mentioned?” Scarlet asked, fiddling with the ridiculously long scarf draped all over his body.

Magenta grinned. “If we each perform a song from the movie, we can cancel out another favour owed.”

Rhapsody, a perfectly poised and pink version of Scarlet’s rumpled looking persona, laughed. “Oh, please tell me Ochre’s singing ‘Let It Go’!”

He nodded glumly.

“What’s your song, Magenta? As I recall, Anna had a few good songs.”

Magenta grinned. “I got ‘Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?’”

Suddenly, the young lieutenant Ochre had been planning on having a very good time with at the party came barrelling up to them. “Oh, wow, Ochre! You really weren’t kidding, were you? You really made sure you would be memorable!” She eyed him critically. “Oh, yeah, you really do have the legs to pull that off!”

She grabbed him by the arm, and almost pulled him off his high heels as she dragged him to the dance floor. “Let’s see if those legs are good for more than just looks!”

Somehow, the party wasn’t a total disaster. Everyone had been positive about the fact that two men were wearing dresses, and Ochre had eventually relaxed enough to have fun, and had even managed to raise the roof with his rendition of ‘Let it Go’, which, he noted smugly, was better received than Magenta’s ‘Do You Want to Build A Snowman?’

But it was with a feeling of intense relief that Ochre slipped out of the party and back to his own quarters. He kicked off the shoes – how did girls wear these all day? – and shimmied out of the dress, the long blonde wig having been carried back, only the need to scratch his scalp had prevented him from carrying the shoes, as well.

There was a knock on his door, and Ochre hurriedly pulled on his sweat pants and jumper before answering it. It was Fawn, still dressed immaculately in his costume. He offered Ochre a piece of paper. “Your other Favour, as promised.”

Ochre snatched the paper and took great glee in tearing it up into confetti. Fawn leaned against the door frame, watching bemusedly. “Have a good night?” he asked innocently.

“No thanks to you,” Ochre growled. But there wasn’t any heat behind it. He had to admit, he had been had, and had good.

Fawn pulled an exaggeratedly sad face. “Oh, poor baby.” Ochre eyed him wearily. “How many more of the damned things do I owe you?”

The doctor considered a moment. “Only seven,” he said finally. Ochre closed his eyes in despair.

“Oh, cheer up,” Fawn chuckled. “I’m a benevolent evil overlord, after all.”

Ochre glared at him. “Disney Princesses, really? How is that benevolent?”

Fawn smiled sweetly, and stepped out of the doorway. As the door slid shut, he called, “I was considering the ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’.”

It was only three days later that Ochre found himself back in Sickbay, a 3 inch knife cut on his upper arm courtesy of a drugged-out biker hell-bent on stopping the ‘fucking clown cops’ from arresting his (Mysteronised) buddy.

Luckily it was shallow, and would only require cleaning and stitches, and the obligatory twenty-four-hour observation period to monitor for possible contaminants having been introduced into the wound.

Ochre sat obediently on the bed, as the nurse fussed around. Fawn entered the ward, and stood at the end of his bed, making a notation on the chart. “Well, Captain, it’s all good news. Preliminary blood work has come up clean, and, your wound has been very nicely stitched up, if I do say so myself.”

Fawn replaced the chart, and smirked at Ochre. “Would you like to consider a ‘parole’, Captain?”

Ochre settled back into the pillows, reaching for his water jug. “No thanks, Doc. I really don’t think I could pull off fishnets and pearls.”

Fawn smirked. “No, I don’t suppose you could. But Blue and Symphony would make such a wonderful Brad and Janet, don’t you think?”

Ochre choked on a mouthful of water, necessitating the nurse to pat him on the back to clear his airways.

Fawn raised his eyebrows. “You don’t agree? Hmm, you may be right. Still, plenty of time to think about it. After all, Halloween only comes around once a year!”

Notes:

By and large, Halloween isn’t a ‘thing’ in Australia, despite retail’s desperate attempts to make it one. They must get some sales, ‘cause they keep putting cheap tacky ‘decorations’ on the shelves, but on the whole – no.

But Cloudbase is multinational, with Americans rather overrepresented in the senior staff, so as they say: when in Rome …

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Captain Scarlet, either the Original or CGI Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

#my fanfic #captain scarlet and the mysterons #doctor fawn #captain ochre #captain magenta #i can't believe i wrote halloween fic #fanfiction

[river-sam2]

After “Operation Time”

#captain magenta #patrick donaghue #captain ochre #richard frazer #captain grey #bradley holden #captain scarlet #captain scarlet and the mysterons #ga fanart #fanart #river sam2

[hebuiltfive]

Ring A Ring O’ Roses - Chapter Two: The Trail

As requested by @mariashades this is the second part of the Captain Ochre private detective AU! I have more ideas for the story as a whole so this probably won’t be the last either!

First part can be found here!

Following their failed lead in New York, Richard returns to the drawing board. Meanwhile, Paul seeks refuge up north in the only place he can currently trust.

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Being back at Square One was never an avenue any detective wanted to return to. After days of constant research, of calls made and opportunities struck, for it to have been pointless felt like nothing more than a waste of precious time.

The tiny, rented office space that sat on the East River, overlooking Roosevelt Island, indicated to Fraser, more so than anyone else, how much he needed to solve this case. It was more than just a case of justice and truth, it was the continuation of his business that he’d built up from the ground. For so long, Richard had convinced himself that this was all he had; no qualifications save the ones he achieved in the Academy, no experience beyond police grunt work that he could now never return to regardless of what he wanted. It was this gig, or… what?

More over, he had promised Patrick his help. If they couldn’t solve this case, all of that would have been for naught and Patrick would be sentenced to a lifetime in prison for something he was already beginning to atone for. Richard could see it in his protege’s work ethic, in the way he regarded himself since working alongside Fraser and for the good of the community at large. If Richard failed this, he would be doing a disservice to more than Metcalfe’s family, than himself. He’d be condemning a man who was trying to right his wrongs, and that seemed cruel.

He lent back on his swivel chair. The old seat creaked and bent as he stretched. Up above, dark clouds were rolling in, promising a shower of rainfall within the hour. Richard flicked his wrist to check the time. It was almost coming up to half-past four. Maybe it was time to call it a day.

“Patrick!” He called through to the backrooms where he had set up a small work area for his new employee. “You still awake back there?”

Beckoned through, Patrick appeared in the doorway. In his hands, he held two sheets of paper and, as he slowly strolled over to Richard’s desk, his eyes did not lift from whatever secrets they held.

He really is trying, thought Fraser. It was a shame this case was soon to be a bust.

“Not much more we can do today. Get on home before the rain sets in and be back here tomorrow at nine. We’ll try and pick up a lead if we can.”

Patrick did not say a word or move an inch, however.

Richard tilted his head. “Donaghue? You in there?”

“Hm?”

His eyes lifted to meet his boss’s. Fraser could see the dark circles forming under the man’s eyes. It didn’t help to quell the rising guilt he felt of failing him.

“I said you can go home and we and try and pick up more leads tomorrow morning. What’s got you so interested, anyway?”

In answer, Patrick merely handed Richard the two sheets of paper. He scanned them quickly. They were both grainy CCTV photographs; one was a from a station terminus, Richard guessed Penn Station judging by the architecture; the other was from a street camera in a neighbourhood he was less familiar with.

“What are these?”

“Our next lead.” Patrick’s tiredness dulled his excitement, but Richard could still sense it.

He laid the images across the sheets that covered his desk and pointed to the figure that featured in both captures. “Metcalfe?”

Patrick nodded. “It’s grainy, but I think that’s our guy. He changes his hooded jacket between shots but the height, the cautiously looking over his shoulder, the shoes… I think it’s him.”

“Where was this second one taken?”

“Beacon Street, Boston, Massachusetts.”

Richard jerked his head up from the photos to offer him a quizzical look.

Donaghue merely nodded in agreement. “Our friend’s taken quite the journey up north.”

“The question, I guess, is why.”

“Does the expenses extend to taking the train, or are we road-tripping, because if its the latter, I’m calling shotgun and control of the playlist.”

Richard suppressed a grin. “We can take the train. Perhaps if we follow in Metcalfe’s footsteps we can get a more detailed plan of what he might be up to.”

“Should we inform his parents?”

“Not yet, not until we’re sure.”

“And the other ‘worried’ party? What about them?”

Although Richard had wished he’d been able to conveniently forget about the added governmental pressure to find their former employee, he had unfortunately been unable to.

He shook his head. “Same rule applies. Besides, the family were the one who officially hired us. The other party don’t get to know anything until they do.”

Patrick pursed his lips, once again nodding his agreement.

“I’ll book us some tickets for tomorrow morning.” Richard continued. “Think you can get to Penn Station for around seven? I’ll text you the details.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

“Get home and get some rest.”

He didn’t need to tell Patrick a fourth time. His protege briefly disappeared back into his make-shift office to retrieve his items before returning into the main room. He approached the door to leave.

“Oh, and Donaghue? If this had been a road-trip, you do know you can’t call shotgun and request DJ permissions, right?”

Partick smirked. “It was worth a shot. Don’t stay here too late. I doubt Metcalfe will be moving on quite so quickly.”

“I won’t. I promise. See you tomorrow.”

Once the door clicked closed and Patrick was well on his way out of the building, Richard unlocked the lower drawer to his desk. From within, he retrieved a burner phone. It only had one number on it. He dialled.

“I’ve found him. Boston. Back Bay East.”

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Paul went to the one person — the only person left — that he knew he could trust.

The journey had been rough. Two trains up north and a multitude of guards and police presence to dodge. Being a wanted man, by the government no less, had that unfortunate effect, but he managed to make his way up to Boston as night began to fall.

Faking his own death back in the New York motel had been no easy feat. Paul knew the scene was nowhere near as believable as it could have been, and should the cops look too hard they’d realise that in a heartbeat. He had little time, however, and now could only hope that they wouldn’t work out the obvious until he was long gone.

He lacked sleep. Paul could feel his bones growing weary, his muscles growing tired, but he had to keep moving. If he stopped, even for a few hours, he could risk being identified and caught. That was not an option. He was safe nowhere, not until he reached Adam.

In any other circumstance, Paul would have called ahead, but he knew the Spectrum department would be able to monitor such calls, should they wish. In the recent past, it had been him on the other end of those tracking devices, seeking a man who, like himself, should have been long since dead. On the journey up to Boston, Paul wondered whether there was any way of finding Turner. Given his own predicament, and the lengths he’d been through to stay off the grid, he doubted it.

The taxi he had taken from the station pulled up outside the address Paul had given to the driver. He was relieved he hadn’t been caught out by the man and taken to the nearest police station instead. Paying with cash to avoid leaving a digital trail, he thanked the driver before hopping out of the back door and dashing across the street to Adam’s apartment building.

His knuckles rapped harshly on the door.

“Adam? Adam, it’s me. It’s Paul. Are you there? Adam, open up!”

He had never been so relieved to hear the sound of a door unlocking before. Paul burst through the moment it had opened, knocking the blonde out of the way before Adam could finish his greeting.

“Hey, Paul, what’s— Hey! Careful!”

Paul didn’t listen. “Are you alone?” He asked, directly making a beeline to the windows. Any blinds that were still up were quickly lowered.

His friend locked the front door before following him through to the living room. “Paul, what’s going on?”

Paul allowed himself to take a breather, his paranoia subsiding for the time being. “I need a place to lay low.”

“Why? What’s going on?”

It was now that he noticed his friend was dressed in blue loungewear, suggesting to Paul that he was getting ready to turn in for the evening. How his heart ached with guilt that he was going to ruin that plan.

“I made a really bad mistake, Adam. A really bad mistake. I don’t know if I can fix it.”

#captain scarlet fanfiction #captain scarlet and they mysterons #au april #captain scarlet au #fic fics #fic: ring a ring a roses #paul metcalfe #adam svenson #richard fraser #patrick donaghue #captain scarlet #captain blue #captain ochre #captain magenta

[gerryandersontv]

VIDEO: Top 5 Gerry Anderson Christmas episodes

VIDEO: Top 5 Gerry Anderson Christmas episodes

It’s that time of year again! Christmas is upon us once more, and along with all the food and drink and pressies there’s also the age-old argument to be had among fans – which is the best Gerry Anderson Christmas episode? Since there are only five its relatively easy to compile a top five list – but will you agree with our ranking? #5 – Thunderbirds – Give or Take a Million Thunderbirds goes…

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#a christmas miracle #captain black #Captain Blue #captain ochre #christmas #gerry anderson #jeff tracy #joe 90 #new captain scarlet #stingray #terrahawks #thunderbirds #tiger ninestein #troy tempest #xmas #zelda

[avengedbiologist]

Imagine drawing these two being serious,,, could not be me

#i would love to draw them seriously bur they r just silly goofy guys #i mean ochre isnt but if u have to spend time with magenta ur immediately a silly goofy guy #captain scarlet and the mysterons #new captain scarlet #captain scarlet #captain magenta #captain ochre

[river-sam]

Ochre,Blue,Magenta(not purple)

Painted like “Green Army Men”

(IMAI plastic model-Captain Scarlet figure series)

#captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain ochre #captain blue #captain magenta #plastic model #キャプテン・スカーレット #プラモデル

[uniwolfcorn]

Captain Scarlet Pokémon Teams

(Woo-hoo! I finally managed to get this guy out! It took a long while and some clean up, but here it is! I'm also iffy on the choices, so feel free to let me know what y'all think!💕💕💕)

Captain Scarlet/Paul Metacalfe: Flareon, Arcanine, Blaziken, Typhlosion, Hitmonchan, Lucario

Captain Blue/Adam Svenaon: Golduck, Crawdaunt, Clawitzer, Inteleon, Barraskewda (shiny✨), Swampert

Lieutenant Green/Seymour Griffiths: Breloom, Meganium, Appletun (shiny✨), Ledian, Galvantula, Vivilion

Captain Magenta/Patrick Donaghue: Wobbuffet (shiny✨), Slowking, Girafarig, Exeggutor, Grumpig, Mr. Rime

Captain Ochre/Richard Fraser: Lycanroc (Midday Form), Stonjourner, Kabutops, Marowak, Mudsdale, Golem (shiny✨)

Captain Grey/Bradley Holden: Togedemaru, Sandslash (Alolan), Klefki, Goodra (Hisuian), Ferrothorn, Klinklang

Colonel White/Charles Gray: Wyrdeer, Sawsbuck (Winter Form❄️), Aurorus (shiny✨), Stoutland, Toucannon (shiny✨), Ninetales (Alolan❄️)

Doctor Fawn/Edward Wilkie: Metagross (shiny✨) & Aromatisse (at first, Fawn was doubting her as his choice. But she showed her skills in defense and strategy/effect moves; proving him that every Pokémon - no matter how weak, can excel at one thing to aid the team)

Destiny Angel/Juliette Pontoin: Togekiss

Symphony Angel/Karen Wainwright: Swellow

Rhapsody Angel/Dianne Simms: Unfezant (female)

Melody Angel/Magnolia Jones: Staraptor

Harmony Angel/Chan Kwan: Swanna

Captain Black/Conrad Turner: Umbreon, Sableye, Cacturne, Pangoro, Darkrai, Hydreigon (shiny✨)

Tagging: @jotaro-spengler, @alexthefly, @teapotteringabout, @dragonoffantasyandreality, @n-chu4ever, @mothmannerly @tracybirds

#uni speaks #thunderfam #captain scarlet and the mysterions #uni's random dribbles #pokémon teams #captain scarlet #captain grey #captain magenta #captain blue/adam svenson #captain black #colonel white #lieutenant green #captain ochre #spectrum angels #doctor fawn

[incorrectsupermarionationquotes]

Ochre: Where are the pretzels?

Magenta: I ate them.

Ochre: I told you to divide them into two equal piles.

Magenta: Each pile has zero.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect captain scarlet quotes #captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain ochre #richard fraser #captain magenta #patrick donaghue #source: twitter

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Life Goal

A short Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons short story. Scarlet's driving is as bad as ever.

Life Goal

A Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons story

Captain Ochre squinted into the setting sun. “That must be them.”

The Sergeant from Koala Base eyed the rooster tail of dust, then his wristwatch. “They made good time,” he commented idly.

Ochre hummed noncommittally.

The two men stood in silence as the source of the billowing dust cloud grew closer. Ochre frowned, watching as the vivid red Spectrum Saloon Car slalomed up what it pleased the local inhabitants to call a ‘road’.

“They didn’t …” he breathed.

“Didn’t what?” the Sergeant asked curiously.

Ochre didn’t reply, stepping forward from the scant shade offered by the wing of the building as the vehicle screeched fishtailing to a halt, spraying loose gravel everywhere.

He opened the passenger door, leaned in and grinned. “Need a hand?” he asked genially.

Captain Blue glared at him from the passenger seat, one hand gripping the dash, the other gripping the handle from the roof, his hands white and bloodless.

Blue turned to Scarlet in the driver’s seat, “I will never get in another vehicle you are driving,” he declared. “I will damn well walk back to the SPJ.”

Ochre chuckled and hauled Blue physically from the vehicle.

Scarlet popped out of the driver’s door, and sniffed at Blue over the roof of the car. “I don’t know what you’re whining about,” he replied with overdone dignity. “Fawn didn’t complain once. He was so relaxed with my driving, he fell asleep.”

Ochre ducked back into the vehicle, and looked to the back seats. Fawn was fumbling with the restraints, and was, indeed, the picture of a man just woken from a deep sleep.

“Yeah? I’d thought he’d climbed out the window after the incident with the bus!” Blue snapped back.

“That wasn’t my fault! He didn’t indicate!” Scarlet yelped indignantly.

Fawn paused, half out of the SSC. “What bus?” he asked, blinking.

Ochre chuckled, and finished dragging the doctor out of the car. “You’ll have to teach us how you manage it, doc. Nobody else sleeps when Scarlet’s driving; we’re too scared.”

Fawn stretched, and started trudging towards the door to the building. “Oh, that’s easy,” he said evenly. “As a surgeons kid, I spent a lot of time at the hospital, hanging around. Saw a lot of people die, in a lot of ways.” He paused gesturing for the Sergeant to proceed them. “I decided a long time ago that my ultimate life goal was to die in my sleep.”

He shrugged, unconcerned. “I just figured it was time I got proactive about it.”

Blue and Ochre were laughing at Scarlet’s thunderstruck face, as the door closed.

#fiction #fanfiction #captain scarlet and the mysterons #captain scarlet #captain blue #doctor fawn #captain ochre