With a deep roar from its rocket motors, Fireball XL5 hurled itself off the launch rail and soared towards the velvet blackness of space. In the cockpit, Colonel Steve Zodiac addressed his artificial navigator, “Okay Robert, maintain course and speed.” The transparent automaton responded in his usual simulated voice, “Main-tain-course-and-speed.” Steve flipped the communication switch, “Any update on that signal, …

The torrential rain continued to hammer the huge windows of Edinburgh Airport’s control tower and Chief Controller Argyll’s jaw tightened as she peered at the concrete apron outside. The visibility had worsened considerably in the last few minutes and she could no longer make out the shape of the huge green International Rescue aircraft that she knew was sitting a …

Continued From Previous Report Mike opened his eyes. He was laying on the floor of an unfamiliar room in semi-darkness. He didn’t know how much time had passed since the blinding light enveloped him and the other occupants of Supercar, he just remembered the all-encompassing glow, a feeling of being surrounded and that terrible voice. The light was gone now. …

Continued From Previous Report More than ten hours had passed since Mike Mercury and his friends made their startling discovery in the cargo hold of the sunken vessel HMS Grade.  Supercar was now cruising silently deep beneath the waves of the mighty ocean and Mike was re-playing the event of the last half day over and over in his mind. …

Continued From Previous Report Professor Popkiss leaned forward and peered at the image on the screen, “What’s that on the clear view, Mike? Something on the hull – it looks like a hatch.” Mike swung Supercar around and shone the searchlight of the point that Popkiss indicated. Sure enough, the clear view screen showed a definite seam running along the …

“A haunted shipwreck? That sounds completely reasonable, Doctor Beaker,” Mike Mercury said, raising his eyebrow and taking another sip of his morning coffee. Doctor Beaker paid no attention to the heavy irony in Mike’s tone. He nodded absentmindedly and consulted his paper, “Er now let me see,” he mused, “Ah yes, here it is. The report is the third of …

Valentine’s Day is here again, and the Gerry Anderson universe certainly offered viewers a wide variety of romantic relationships and dashing characters over the decades! But which of them is marriage material? Which of them deserves a bit of a snog? And which are best avoided altogether? It’s time for the first annual* (*maybe) Snog Marry Avoid – Gerry Anderson …

The huge, yellow shape of the 88th Precinct Station-house drifted silently and watchfully over the bright lights of Demeter City far below on the planet Altor. Inside the station, things were winding down for the night, though “winding-down” might have been an overstatement. No one could remember a day when things had been so quiet. “You’d think that for once, …

The man in black barely made a sound as he crept between the shadows of the alleyways in Bereznik’s Old Quarter. Agent Nine was one of the most special agents in the World Intelligence Network and the mission on which he was engaged was one of supreme importance. Not for the first time that night, he reminded himself that the …

Continued From Previous Report The wire-frame silhouette of the Falcon Interceptor appeared on the transparent screen of Lieutenant Green’s SpectraNet console. With a glance at the screen and a tap on the comms switch, she said, “Skybase to Symphony Angel – I have you on final approach. Welcome back.” There was no response. Green frowned. “Symphony, do you read me?” …