Isla Cruces: Jurassic Island

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Isla Cruces: Jurassic Island

Postby Evil Eye » Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:38 am

Prologue

When dinosaurs got into the mainland because of another rash plot to
make a worldwide chain of Jurassic Parks, The government of Costa Rica, along with the governments of USA and Mexico, were forced to mobilize their militaries after several fatalities in Russia, Portugal & Spain, The Falkland Islands of Argentina, The Galapagos Islands, Sicily, The Komodo Islands, and San Diego. All the dinosaurs were killed; the Costa Rican government decided just for good measure to destroy all the dinosaurs on Isla Sorna and Isla Nublar, to prevent anything like this from happening again. Now in the year 2010 Richard Archer has restarted InGen into IGTech, who have started breeding lysine independent dinosaurs with supposed ‘improved security measures’. They plan not to try to redo InGen’s massive failure of building a Jurassic Park, but to gather paleontologists and experiment on the dinosaurs. They breed them on the remote island of Isla Cruces, a mountain surrounded, vast area with different parts of the island being different habitats. This is due to the mountains in the middle of the island, dividing it into North, South, and Central Cruces, making each section isolated from the other, with different climates for each part. Now as they start breeding dinosaurs, they realize how dangerous this Jurassic Island can be…

Ch.1 When Dinosaurs Ruled the Earth

It was a hot day in the island of Isla Cruces. Three turtles of different sizes cooled off in the river, one with a soccer ball shell pattern, and the other two with distinct spiral coloration. A chameleon swept up a fly on the topmost branch of an ancient paleo tree with its long, sticky tongue. A crocodile drank it’s fill of water, which was quite a lot, considering this was the biggest, most blistering heat wave that had happened on the remote Island for years. That didn’t stop Richard Archer though; he was determined to see his company’s debut. He had traveled all the way from Vermont to see IGTech run its first test, being broadcast worldwide.
At the moment at least fifteen news stations were trying bombard Archer with some very annoying questions, in his opinion.
“Sir, as CEO of InGen Tech, what do you have to say about Dr. Alan Grant’s singular opposition to your actions to make dinosaurs, along with the help of Ian Malcom and Ellie Sattler?” “Is it true you have plans to breed velociraptors, even after warnings that they are highly intelligent? And new, more dangerous dinosaurs that even the old InGen dared not make because of their cunning and cleverness, such as the troodon? “What would happen to IGTech if an Incident like Isla Nublar happened again, Mr. Archer?”
“PLEASE HOLD YOUR QUESTIONS!” Archer roared. As he didn’t have too much experience, being relatively new to the job, he found it hard to hide his impatience. “This is no theme park like InGen wanted to create,” he emphasized. “Please keep in mind that the safety of our staff and crew are held in the utmost value and importance. Yes, it is true we have further plans, depending on how successful we are, to create more dangerous creatures, but, with as many safety precautions as we can possibly afford. As for what Drs. Grant and Malcom said, pay no attention. They are afraid I will make the same stupid mistakes as that oaf, John Hammond. Please be reassured that we will not be endangering the lives of others, except of those paleontologists who have offered to help us. Again, their lives are held in the utmost importance to us, and we will be taking as many precautions as we can. Thank you.”
“I don’t believe it!” Dr. Grant fumed, shutting off the TV and tossing away the remote. “He still won’t listen to us!”
“I think he’s worse off than John was, I mean at least he knew something about Dinosaurs,” Ellie Sattler muttered. “You’d think he wanted those monsters to kill him, the way he acted when the government overpowered him and retired those horrible things on Isla Sorna.”
“Didn’t I say years ago that life will find a way? Did anyone listen? Why does no one ever listen to me?” Malcom asked of no one in particular. "Quoting Alan here, you can’t suppress 60 million years of gut instinct in a cage.”
“I can’t believe he even bothered asking us to oversee their ‘tests’ over on that island, just because we’re out of jobs now,” Grant replied. “Now they’re recreating all of them. I don’t think that Archer guy cares about gaining knowledge for humanity anyway, he’s just creating them for his entertainment and greed. He doesn’t know what kind of storm he’s brewing up, with some of those things. I even heard rumors of things more dangerous than raptors, like the troodon, as said on the interview. Someone even said they were going to go as far as a deinonychus. A DEINONYCHUS for cryin’ out loud!”
“Ummm….guys? I think in that case we’d better accept Archer’s offer,” Ellie said tentatively.
“What offer?” Ian queried. “Uhh… you know… about going to Isla Cruces to oversee their work?” Alan looked at her as if questioning her sanity.
“What, are you pulling our legs? What in the world would make you want to do that?”
“Well if peoples’ lives are on the line… and we’re the only ones who’ve encountered those dinosaurs… well… get what I’m saying?”
“You gotta be kidding me” Alan uttered in disbelief.
“Actually,” said Ian, “After what happened to Eddy on Isla Sorna, I’m willing to go, as long as we don’t land.”Alan looked from one face to the other in regards of both their mental health.
“Oh, you guys are really going to get me killed one of these days.”

Ch.2 The Survivors

A breath of wind swept through the island. The sound of the waves building up and crashing down onto the sand beach was just audible. A shrub rustled as a predator waited for the perfect moment to strike. Isla Sorna had become a front for selling not-so-ancient fossils and plants. With all the dinosaurs retired, millions ordered paleo trees daily to put in their back yard, although the fossils were replicas, still made of the same material. In the north-east section was the main facility, helicopters constantly buzzing out of it to deliver placed orders. Since it was a new job, the employees hadn’t gotten much of a feel for the island, or even come in contact the western half of it, for that matter.
“Jerome!” Barked the commissioner of finding new fossils on the island, “Cover the south-east part of the island. And you with the hat, Geoff, is it not? South-west! I got north-west. Our time range is about seven to twelve, so at about ten start heading back, alright? Let’s go!” As the crew was about to depart, they heard the howl, coming from the direction of the west coast. It was an unearthly sound that twisted their stomachs into knots of fear and sent a subzero chill down every capillary in their bodies.
“What was that?!” One of them asked, his voice edged with fear.
“I don’t think I want to know,” the other replied.
“That were nothing,” the commissioner said dismissing any thought of it from his mind. “Anyway, let’s move, we’re wasting time.”
“I dunno if that’s such a great idea, boss,” Jerome warned. “What if there’s something out there? That sounded like it could have been a mountain lion.
“Don’t be daft, there are no dangerous animals here,” snapped the commissioner,”The government made sure of that before letting us work here. Now we’ve wasted half an hour already, so get your rears in gear and let’s go.”
It was two hours when the commissioner heard another sound, this time a bark, much closer than before. He was astonished to hear a low growl answer it from the bushes straight ahead. No one heard his own scream as he was ripped apart.
“Razor, alert the pack! Tell them we have food, more to come! Also, inform the alpha-male that there are humans on the island!” snarled the jaguar spotted female deinonychus known as Glyde. The other deinonychus, bright, golden eyes glittering in the sunlight, raced off as fast as he could toward northwest Isla Sorna where the pack was taking refuge. It was a good spot to keep them hidden, with layers upon layers of trees surrounding it, and with crackling leaves constantly spread on the ground before, so as to alert them to intruders, or other pack members coming in. “What is it?” asked the sentry, seeing Razor collapse on the floor, panting heavily.
“Tell…"*gasp*…"Pyre"…*pant* "tell Pyre there are humans on the island, and that we found food.”
“Humans! I never would have suspected. I will pass on your message immediately. Razor, right?. Go back and help Glyde with the the food you caught. How many will it feed?”
“Oh, it should do for maybe, uhhh, two.”
“That could be a problem; we need enough for about five. The others will eventually need it, too, along with us as well.”
“If I could request another hunting party, we should be able to ambush some of them and get more than enough before dusk, now that we have a food source to get it from.
“Umm, alright I’ll see what I can –“
“The humans! They’re alerted to our presence!” Glyde interrupted, ripping through the foliage.
“How? I thought they were under the impression that there was nothing they consider a threat on the island?” The sentry asked.
“They must have seen the corpse! They’ll probably be evacuating right now!”
The sentry ran off inside to tell the others, ignoring the branches smacking his face.
“They can’t evacuate! They’re our only food source! We need a plan.” Razor said worriedly.
Glyde frowned thoughtfully. “Hold on, I’ll be right back,” she said before sprinting inside.
As she reached inside, she proposed her plan to Pyre, the alpha-male, red and orange patterns covering him. “The humans are leaving the island by ship, some by plane. If we could somehow stow away on them we could get off this wretched island and find more to eat. Otherwise, without the humans here, we will all starve.
“That isn’t too bad a plan,” Pyre rumbled in his deep baritone, “But if the planes and ships are going to different locations…” his voice trailed off.
“At least we’ll still be alive,” a young, bright blue deinonychus with yellow lightning bolts going horizontally across his sides said. “I’d rather be apart than starve.”
“What’s your name?” Glyde asked him.
“Shockwave,” he responded.
“Shockwave, that is a good point, but the problem is, without pack efficiency, we won’t stand a chance while hunting.”
“The hell with it, we don’t have any other choices, I say we do it,” Pyre growled. “Glyde, you lead one team aboard the ship, I’ll try to get the others onto the plane.”
“Shockwave, Razor, Whirlpool, and Quicksand, you go with Glyde. The rest of you, with me!” Pyre commanded. “Disperse, and best of luck to all of us!”

Ch.3 Déjà Vu

The small propeller plane roared above the ocean, carrying its 3 VIPs to their destination.
“Can’t believe you guys talked me into this, isn’t two times almost getting eaten, stepped on, or becoming a grease spot on Earth enough?” Alan grumbled.
“I’m still astonished that he gave us all that security we requested, look at all these guards everywhere!” remarked Ellie. “When I asked for a little protection, one or two rangers would have been enough.”
“Speaking of rangers, you remember what happened to Robert Muldoon?” Inquired Ian.
“I won’t forget it in a hurry,” answered Ellie.
“I heard his nephew, Steve’s been hired now to replace him by IGTech.”
Dr. Grant said, “Maybe then we can get rid of this security hovering around us and—
Just then a frantic voice buzzed on the intercom:
*KSSHHHK* “Mayday, mayday there are… I don’t know what they are, but they’re all over… our security can’t handle them they’re takin’ us down, request backup from anyone in the area, repeat requ— oh no, NO. EVERYBODY RUN FOR IT, THEIR COM— aaaahhhh!*KSSHHHK*
Dr. Grant stood bolt upright. Guards were now running around busily, talking on their walkie-talkies.
“Good god in heaven, what was that?” Dr. Malcom exclaimed.
Just as they were about to touch down, a horrendous crash thundered through the island, smoke coming up from just beside the hatchery facility. As the trio came up on the runway, they saw it was a rather larger plane than their own, bearing the text: Fossil Replicas Inc.
“What’s this all about?” Alan asked as soon as they landed as Archer ran out to greet them.
“OK, I’ll get straight to the facts then… but are you absolutely sure you want to know immediately? Never mind. Ummm…… Alrighty then… Our rangers, lead by Steve Muldoon, just retired several velociraptors from the plane that just crash-landed. How they got on there, we haven’t a clue. There were none alive on the plane itself,” he finished solemnly.
Dr. Grant was furious. “Didn’t I warn you against this? Did I not tell you not to breed dinosaurs? Look what’s happened!”
“How dare you accuse me!” Archer retorted. “For your information we had nothing to do with this!”
“Oh, ya… “Alan replied sheepishly, “Now I remember. Fossil Replicas. Aren’t they the ones on Isla Sorna? Selling their great, umm, well, replicas?”
“Isla Sorna?!?” Ellie burst out. “Do you people realize what this means?”
“Yes,” Alan replied evenly, “It means the Government, the one we vouched for, mind you, didn’t do its job.”
“Now that you say so, I don’t think we really should have; other people were bound to try to do something there, and if the gov’t hadn’t cleaned up properly…
“Now, now let’s not jump to conclusions; there are plenty of… logical answers. Yet I can’t think of one… anyway, that is beyond the point. Welcome to Jurassic Island Drs. Grant, Malcom, and Sattler. And please rest assured that you will be safe and can relax here.”
“I hope, and wish, but that’s never the case,” Alan murmured.
“This way, if you please,” Archer said, leading them into the hatchery.
The hatching facility looked like a chemistry lab, with all kinds of machines doing their different tasks, some robotic claws turning incubating eggs, and baseplates keeping the eggs at the perfect temperature, workers in white lab coats bustling about, switching on and off various things, making lab reports, and discussing them with one another.
There was a sudden, soft crackling sound over from one of the synthetic ‘nests’ as Dr. Franklin, chief scientist in IGTech, pressed a few buttons on a hatching machine. They watched as a robotic arm turned some of the eggs. Dr. Franklin helped the dinosaur hatch, he pulled pieces of shell off until out emerged a velociraptor. Dr. Grant stumbled as he saw this all this happening, remembering watching the same thing 20 years ago, all to soon remembering what the consequences had been.
“You’re breeding dromeosaurs already?” Dr Grant asked quietly.
Taken by surprise, Archer stumbled over his reply, “I, well—you see—permission—the government—… ahhh… the government of Costa Rica offered us a grant of 20 million dollars to build a large, electrified dome to keep all the dromeosaurs in, solid metal, 4 feet thick, with glass windows at the hightest points.
“All the dromeosaurs? What all do you have in there?”
“As of now, we’re keeping both species of velociraptor and troodons.”
Grant nodded to himself, thinking.
“We monitor them with cameras, they seem to get along well, perhaps even communicate interspecies-wise,” he continued.
Alan gasped at the thought of this. If the different dromeosaurs could communicate, the number of their pack would increase tenfold. He continued to watch, open mouthed, as Archer persevered.
“We aren’t sure how it’s possible, but it seems too much to be coincidence; when hunting I personally saw that one velociraptor of the brutalis species barked to the bushes somewhere to the left. Sure as can be, as soon as the ornithomimus they were hunting ran past it, the troodon leaped out and snapped its neck.”
“That would be a huge breakthrough in the name of science. Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you care more about gaining new knowledge than I thought.”
“If you wish to see them,” Archer continued, “You only need ask. The facility is at least a mile away from the actual compound, so you will be under no harm.
So as they walked though the island, various dinosaurs were visible from afar. They even thought they saw a Baryonyx fishing in the river that ran through South Cruces. The dromeo-dome was visible now, a large, shiny, new looking dome bearing the words: DANGER 20,000 VOLTS, repeated over and over. The wind was blowing hard, and grant just realized it was blowing rain into their faces as well.
“How far ‘till we get there?” he asked annoyedly.
“The facility is just beyond that ridge,” he said, pointing to a rather small building past a steep overhang.
When they reached it, drenched, Ellie enquired as to why there were so many wires running toward the dome.
“We frequently get disrupting radio waves that screw up everything wireless, so we must hook up our cameras wired.”
They went inside, dripping, and were introduced to Lee Ambrosso, the park administrator. He was a short, rotund, pudgy man wearing a sloppily put on tie. A few food stains lingered on his asymmetric suit.
“C-c-c-cant t-tell you how p-p-pleased I am at f-finally meet-t-ting you th-three,” he stuttered, wringing his hands together. “Um, s-sir, could I t-t-talk t-to you alone f-for a few m-m-moments?”
“What is it Mr. Ambrosso?” He asked as they started to walk away.
“W-well, s-see, we were m-monit-t-tering the d-d-dromeos-s-s-saurs when a t-troodon— it looked l-like— it hissed to a n-n-nearby r-raptor. The rapt-tor ran up j-just be-s-side the c-camera, where th-the w-w-wires w-were and the s-screen went b-b-blank.”
“So they have been communicating. Check the underground passage to the dromeo-dome immediately,” Archer said, a frown creasing his forehead.

Ch.4 Exile

A calculating eye glanced down from its high above watching position as a small Jeep as the anxious troodons crowded around a specific patch of ground, slightly off color from the rest of it. The breeze didn’t make it move as it did other patches of grass either. The troodons were having no success infiltrating what they knew was a small passageway to a room for spying on them. They tried at first pushing it with their snouts, which were far too weak to do anything. Soon after they progressed to pulling it up with their hands, which, at the beginning, seemed to be doing something, but turned out just as useless as the former, as their sharp claws eventually ripped through the pliable material.
Looking back to his position, he saw a small Jeep in the distance following a path toward their prison.
This isn’t going as planned at all, he thought. Skull said he knew how to get through that passage. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted this to him! If the humans discover us trying to open that damned entrance, it’ll be all over for us.
“Hurry, they’re on their way!” he barked down to the working troodons.
Skull, who had gotten down to just stamping his feet on the entrance in frustration, yelled back, “Ok, we’re all goin’ as fast as we can here! How much time do we have?”
“I’d give about a minute! Get going!”
Skull wanted to scream. Instead he ripped back his taloned foot, which had gotten half caught in the fake patch of grass. To his surprise, the entrance gave away with it, giving them access to the room. They silently stalked in as Skull quietly replaced the patch of grass as the enterance
Lee Ambrosso, an assistant, and four security guards armed with two pistols, a shotgun on their backs, and a knife each, came out of the Jeep to have a look and repair the camera line.
“Look, as soon as we go in, I want your guns at the ready, got it guys?” The lead guard tossed back to the rest. “No pausing to take a deep breath, no waiting to finish a thought, when you see them, you shoot them.”
The control room was dark, dusty, and mostly unused, except in situations such as this one basically a network of monitoring computer screens and their respective keyboards. There was, however, a joystick in one corner of the room, used to control the quad turret at the very top of the dome, which was what was in Lee’s mind right now. The only problem with it was that it didn’t have the turning capabilities to reach the edges of the dome, so the guards had to go inside when it was done and clean up.
Lee stepped inside the control room, which smelled of old mothballs. He could barely see anything by the dim torch he held, but he knew the room by heart.
Lee found it very odd, as he checked the turret, that there seemed to nothing to shoot. The area of the cameras range had no sign of any of the dromeosaurs. Could it be they know about this thing? What it is, how it works? Even its range? His head seemed to be spinning.
“Ch-check the c-c-cameras,” he called to the assistant, “s-see if th-th-they are a-a-at the e-edges.” His assistant turned on the monitoring screen, checking every single view.
“Nope, no sign of ‘em,” he called back.
Lee glanced back at the turret screen.
All at once, he heard an unpleasant hiss beside him. He turned to see a troodon suddenly leap out from a shadowy corner, aiming straight for him. Abruptly, he ducked, catching it unawares, causing its deadly claws to miss him by inches. Before he could yell, the sharp reports of the officers’ pistols were sounding all around him. In the confines of the relatively open control room, they might as well have been bomb blasts. Galvanized into action, he picked up one of the guard’s pistols and began firing himself. After taking out two of them, he ran out of ammo. The same occurrence was probably the death warrant for the remaining guard a few seconds later.
Only one troodon was visible, a distinct creature that was all reddish-brown, just aside from its head, which was bone-white. It leapt at the guard, taking it out in one killing blow to the temple with its sharp-taloned hand. The troodon, blocking the exit, stared at him with its bright, cold eyes, challenging him, waiting for him, unwilling to give up its position of power. He managed to get to the dome entrance, which opened from the inside only, and close it, temporarily shutting the troodon in there.
He came out to find himself facing several velociraptors in a position where the cameras wouldn’t show them, but they didn’t seem to be attacking him. They were standing almost at attention, as if waiting for something.
What the cameras hadn’t shown was the agile form perched atop the 40 foot high windowsill, watching the Jeep’s every move as it came toward their domed jail.
Skull had told him not to interfere, just to watch from his position and let them do all the killing.
You guys didn’t do your job, as usual, he thought with contempt. Guess it’s time to interfere, he smirked. He snarled, then jumped off his small perch, a blue and green blur falling at tremendous speed, lined up with his prey. His target never knew what had hit it. In one fell swoop, he swiftly grabbed Ambrosso’s neck in his mouth and twisted it.
Skull had chosen that precise moment to pop out of the entrance.
“Typhoon, you idiot! Didn’t I tell you not to interfere?” he raged.
Keeping his cool, he replied: “If I hadn’t interfered, that human would have gotten away, and they’d have been onto us immediately. Seeing as you’re the only one left of your former pack, he would have told them all about you. It’s not like you blend in with the crowd very well. With your description, they’d identify you in a heartbeat. Now at least they don’t know whether there are any of you guys left or not.”
“Yeah, except there are cameras on right now!” Skull snapped.
“We go in there and destroy the computers they use to watch us right now then. End of story.”
Skull growled and snapped at him, all of the tension inside him bursting out. Typhoon ducked to the side, his own anger building. His very scales seemed to quiver in rage, the bright light causing his sea colored body to shimmer.
“Stop this immediately! Calm down now. Take your anger out on the humans, not me, for everything they’ve done!” Typhoon roared.
Skull snorted and walked toward the control room entrance. He ducked inside, not bothering fitting back the block of fake grass. Seconds later, Typhoon heard a series of crashes, indicating the screens were being smashed.
He quickly popped his head out. “Come in here, I need your help,” he said, a frightened look taking hold of his normally serious features.
Typhoon barked to his pack to stay where they were, and ducked inside, too.
The room was somewhat lighter because of the open entrance and the constant flashes of electricity, the broken computers buzzing and crackling with it.
Two troodons were inside, one all black with off-white flecks all around, was laying on her side, bleeding from a wound on her leg, while the other was cream colored, two black stripes coming from his eyes and converging into one at the neck, running all the way to the tip of his tail. He was attending to her, cleaning the wound with his tongue. He himself had a fairly deep cut down his flank.
“What happened here?” Skull asked frantically.
“The human,” he said looking up at them, “he used his knife on us. I managed to swipe at his throat, but not before he stabbed her foot. I don’t think she can walk.”
“Yes… I can… but I can’t run,” she managed.
“Looks like you’ve lost some blood yourself,” Skull remarked, glancing at the cut in his side.
“Nah, I’ll be Ok, at least I can walk.”
“What’s your name?” Typhoon asked.
“Dusk,” she answered.
“And what about you?”
“Me? I’m Storm,” the other replied, going back to cleaning.
“Everyone, listen, we have to get out of here soon, the humans will not be dumb enough to show up without more heavy protection this time. And we have to have disappeared by then!” Skull growled urgently.
All at once, there was the sound of gunfire above in the dome, along with screeches of agony.
“Oh, no,” groaned Skull.
Two raptors leaped in the room, looking around. One had a deep red head that turned into orange going to its body, with patterns that looked like flowing lava, the other, steel grey with golden horizontal stripes on its sides and legs.
“We’ve got to get out of here, now!” The grey one snarled.
“Humans?” asked Skull fearfully, “but how? This is the only way in.”
This time it was the red headed one who replied: “They used a big wrecking ball, smashed open half the dome; now there are at least twenty of them all trying to kill us. We have to go into exile.”
“But what about those two, Storm and Dusk?” barked Typhoon, “We can’t just leave them here.”
“We have to, and we have to go while the humans are still distracted!” the orange raptor growled.
“I know what they can do,” the grey one piped up, “if they play dead, chances are the humans won’t notice them. What d’you say?”
Skull hesitated, then growled, “Alright, let’s hope it works. C’mon then, we don’t have a second to lose! You two, just get in a corner and act as if you’re dead.”
“We’ll be OK, you guys just go on, make for the forest north of here, you should be able to get food and water there,” he said, helping Dusk to a dark corner of the room. “Just beyond the mountain!” he called as they scurried out.
The next few moments were heart pounding for the two, as a guard came in with a heavy machine gun. It couldn’t be helped but to remember every shark movie where the predator made its first leisurely pass, fast and deadly. For the troodons, this one was just as dangerous. Storm was sure, as the officer’s flashlight played upon their corner, that the human could hear his heart pounding. Then, as the officer finally went back up into the half-dome, he let out the breath he did not realize he was holding.
“OK, now follow me,” Storm hissed softly
They crept out as fast as they could, their padded feet making no noise on the soft dirt, in the direction of the forest, following the rest of the dromeosaurs' scent.

Ch.5 Isla Cruces

The sea had been carrying in lots of garbage and debris to coastline these days, along with the usual piles of sand and mud. Every three minutes a can or plastic bag could be seen floating in to shore, bumped up and down by the waves, then swept away again.
However, up in North Cruces, a different object was being brought in, a much larger one.
The large transport & cargo boat had been floating for a few days. What was supposed to be a merchant & trader ship had been turned into a horror cruise. Its steel hull finally bumped against the shore, touching land after four days. Its new inhabitants had been living off the old inhabitants the whole time, using the ridges on the stern to climb up and down for water.
“Hey Razor, look, land!” Whirlpool commented. “I wonder if Pyre and the others are here. Glyde, check this out, we’re outta here!”
Shockwave, eager with anticipation, bounded off the ship.
“C’mon, everything’s fine!” he growled, stretching. “Let’s go hunt something, I’ve been aching to run the whole time!”
The rest of them vaulted off as well, looking around warily. By unspoken agreement, they headed off toward the forest inland, Quicksand leading the way.
The jungle was dense and thick, full of ancient paleo trees and all kinds of dinosaurs and animals. They quickly ran off inside it as thunder clapped overhead and rain started pelting and coming down in sheets.
Within ten minutes of going in the forest, they heard loud honking.
“Yes! Those are the big head crest things, right? We can hunt now can’t we?” Shockwave asked eagerly.
“You mean parasaurolophus? Yup, that’s them, sounds like it, Shockwave,” growled Whirlpool. You know, now that he mentioned it I do feel like getting some thrills right about now. C’mon Glyde, can we hunt some of them?”
“Yeah, why not, my legs are getting stiff, too,” responded Glyde. She looked questioningly at Quicksand, who never talked too much. He nodded his approval.
A master of stealth and ambush, as well as an excellent tracker, Glyde reasoned, “They should be pretty close, judging from their sound. This way.”
She led them through the woodland, following the herds’ tracks as they had stampeded through the dense forest.
“Hurry guys, the rains eroding the tracks, we have to go as fast as we can.”
Sure enough, the hoof-like marks soon led them to a wide open clearing with a river running through it, the parasaurolophus herd grazing and hooting, not a care in the world.
“C’mon, let’s get ‘em!” Shockwave growled.
“Hold on,” growled Quicksand. “Something’s wrong.”
“What? What is it, Quicksand?” asked Glyde.
Almost before she finished, a particularly large, Giganotosaurus came crashing through the foliage, trying its luck at the parasaurolophus. Finding one frighteningly near them grazing, it took a swipe at it, dropping it right then and there. The Giganotosaurus sniffed a little, and then began tearing great hunks of meat of the carcass, pools of blood forming on the ground.
It was unfortunate that Shockwave chose that moment to trip, falling flat on his snout. The Giganotosaurus's head, being startled momentarily, perked up, giving it an alert look. Then it roared loudly, trying to bite Shockwave. Screaming, he scrambled up and out of its reach, then began to run along with the others. The Giganotosaurus gave chase, its giant footsteps causing the very ground beneath them to shake, trees to quiver, and puddles to ripple.
“Branch off!” Glyde barked to the rest of them. “I’ll lead it away, then meet you back here!”
They snaked off in different directions, Glyde moving at half pace, occasionally looking back to make sure it was still chasing her. There was a bad moment when the Giganotosaurus managed to pick her up in its teeth, but before it could bite down, she swiped at its tongue with her sickle-clawed foot, causing it to drop her and howl in pain. By then she had decided it was far enough, and sprinted ahead. The Giganotosaurus, infuriated, gave chase yet again, with fresh new energy from adrenaline.
When far enough away from it, Glyde jumped up, dug her claws into the bark of a tall tree trunk, and, using it as leverage, jumped away again, higher, into another tree, this time landing on a leafy branch, completely concealing her. The Giganotosaurus sniffed around a little, then, deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble, slunk off.
Glyde, a bit relieved, started to make her way back to the clearing. She started to canter a bit when she realized her pack would be waiting for her. A nearby tree rustled, sending rain water cascading down from its upper branches. She stopped suddenly, felling water drip on her from a thick set of trees by her.
She looked behind her just in time to see a blue and green velociraptor launch himself at her, growling, “You’re not welcome here!”
Taken by surprise, she was tackled to the ground, pinned down by her attacker.
“What do you want with me?”
The raptor warned, “I’m giving you one chance to get off this part of the island, now.”
“No, I have a pack here, too, we won’t just leave because some thug tells us to!” she growled, kicking him off.
They wrestled around a bit, each trying to gain the advantage. The raptor slashed at her belly, but, thankfully missed, the wind from that fatal sickle-claw able to be felt as it rushed passed.
Then, using the same technique she had so successfully hidden from the Giganotosaurus with, she jumped onto the tree, then with that leverage, jumped off it onto the raptor. The raptor went down, Glyde slashing his face in deadly fury with her own scythe-like terrible claw.
“Alright, alright,” the larger dromeosaur growled, giving up.
“Why’d you just attack me like that?”
“Ummm… well… we have injured ones, and we aren’t taking chances,” he barked weakly, a little blood seeping from the diagonal wound down his face.
Glyde’ angry expression was replaced by a softened one.
“Come with me. Whirlpool, one of my friends, knows about plants that can heal all sorts of wounds. Really,” she added when he looked at her skeptically.
They made their way back to the clearing, where the others were waiting with worried expressions. Quicksand instantly stood up upon seeing the newcomer.
“Who’s this?”
“It’s ok, he needs help. Whirlpool, they have injured members, d’you think you could find those plants and help them heal the way you used to with us?”
“We’ll all have to look for it, I could only do it before because I knew a spot where they grew. It’s unique though, it smells like something burnt, so we should be able to pick up traces of it,” was Whirlpool’s answer.”
After at least an hour or so of searching, it was Typhoon who found it. He yelled, “I think I found it!”
After the others had arrived and Whirlpool confirmed it, they headed over to Typhoon’s pack, taking shelter in a network of caverns under a relatively small mountain.
“Skull, where are you?” he growled loudly, his voice echoing through the small caves, each one leading to another, sometimes branching.
“What is it?” Skull came running, his red eyes gleaming in contrast to the rest of him.
“Where are Storm and Dusk? We have something for their wounds.”
“We? Who are these? These are deinonychus aren’t they? Are you sure about this Typhoon?”
“Yes, for now, we must trust them. Besides, you’re a troodon, supposedly no safer,” added Typhoon jokingly.
“All right. For once I’m trusting you on this, since we have the injured. Follow me.”
He led them fairly deep into the cavern system, until they came upon a room with a hole in the roof, apparently going out the mountain, giving them a bit of extra light. There were two injured troodons and three velociraptors, two of the Brutalis species and one of the Efficientis varieties.
“Alright, this is going to sting like the blazes, but it should help with the healing,” growled Whirlpool. She chewed up and ground the plant, then applied it to the wounds of Dusk, Storm, and Typhoon, Glyde looking apologetic at the latter. “Sorry,” she mumbled to her feet.
“Nah, you were defending yourself. I was the one who attacked you. Thank you guys for all your help,” he grunted, wincing as the paste was spread on the cut in his face.
After night had fallen they were officially a super-pack. They had introduced themselves and formed small groups as they spread out on the floor for the night.
Glyde was talking with Typhoon, Skull and Twister, quietly whispering to each other long after the others had fallen asleep.
“We need to attack the humans tomorrow. They will hunt and kill us if we don’t,” growled Twister.
“When morning falls, I want you to get everyone awake and get them ready, Glyde,” growled Typhoon. “Twister, get Skull; you two are going to be scouts, so while everyone else is getting ready, you must go out, see what the humans are up to, and report back. Kill anyone that finds you guys out.” Skull’s eyes gleamed with malice at these last words.
Soon after, they were all asleep, waiting for the morning. Waiting to attack.

Ch.6 Fuel

The group had been waiting for hours for Ambrosso’s return, long after they were the last ones left in the room, all the other staff having left already.
“What’s going on?” asked Dr. Malcolm
“I honestly don’t know. I don’t think Mr. Ambrosso is coming back. We’ d better leave. There is a lone chopper at a station in the central part of the island. We must hurry.”
“It’s too dark. We should wait ‘till morning,” Dr. Grant commented.
“No way. We’ve gotta go while those dromeosaurs are still inactive, wherever they are.”
He whipped out his comlink and radioed commands to the ranger station.
The four of them exited the building, growing uncomfortable as they began to get soaked again. Lightning crackled overhead, temporarily lighting up the thick forest ahead of them.
They walked straight into the woods, taking care not to make too much noise. They were a little drier because of the tree cover.
Dr. Sattler was the first to spot the 3-story station as they emerged to the forest edge.
“What the?” she murmured to herself.
“What is it?” Dr. Grant asked, and then followed her gaze. He was instantly alerted to her distress.
The other two peered out and realized it two. Outlined against the mountains to the side, was an average size Giganotosaurus, bleeding profusely from the mouth.
Dr. Malcolm chose that moment to sneeze.
The Giganotosaurus looked up at them, then charged. The group began running to the right.
“Now what?” puffed Archer.
“We go around the stairs until we hit the top of the building,” answered Dr. Grant.
They ran as fast as they could, not daring to look back for fear of being greeted by a storming Giganotosaurus in furious pursuit. It was a long, hard sprint toward the building. They had to run but be careful not to slip on the wet ground. That was Richard Archer’s final, fatal mistake.
The Giganotosaurus swooped down and grabbed a screaming Archer between his teeth. Violently, it snapped him in half and stopped to snack on him, giving the others time to regroup and get inside.
The huge carnivore walked away, satisfied for now with its small meal.
The pilot was already waiting at the helipad.
“Come on, get in,” he urged frantically. “We have a problem. There is only enough fuel left in this thing to get us to North Cruces. Once there, there’s a complex of laboratories and hatcheries. Somewhere in those is an emergency bunker where we can find more.”
“Just get us out of here!” cried Dr. Sattler.
The chopper lifted off the pad and they flew northward, gaining altitude, safe, for the moment.
“How long ‘till we’re there?” Dr. Malcolm asked anxiously. The pilot glanced back at them.
“Well, it takes about an hour from the south to the north section of the island by air, so I’d give it about twenty more minutes.”
The lone helicopter landed on an identical station, but it looked much less used. For one, all the staff had completely evacuated, the dromeosaur breakout reaching them by radio most likely. The pilot hopped out and looked around, making advantage of their high vantage point.
“Well come on, d’you want to get out of here or not?” he said impatiently. “Because I sure do!”
Dr. Grant replied, “What, you don’t have the fuel? Why’re you getting out? Can’t we just grab it and go?”
“I wish. Didn’t I say all our spare gas was in the northern lab complex? We have to go by car to get there, then, we’re out of here. I’m John, by the way. John Kipper. I know who you guys are, of course,” he finished.
They walked down to the clearing in the forest, where a remodeled and refinished jeep sat, now an elongated, four-seater pick-up truck. The new technology on it was visible, with a small module and a meter on the passenger side and a few instruments in the back. Kipper jumped in the driver seat, Dr. Malcolm hopping in the passenger seat, and Drs. Grant and Sattler going in the back seats.
The average size truck bounced and jerked as it skidded over the rough dirt road, kicking up mud and water. They reached the compound in almost no time, but enough to have calmed down a little from their encounter with the giganotosaurus.
At the southern part of the island, about sixteen rangers with shotguns patrolled the area, led by Steve Muldoon, who alone carried the right to have an automatic machine-gun. They were all going in the general direction of the tall grass, which outlined the forest at the mountain’s base, which eventually formed the border of the central and southern parts of the moderately sized island.
Little did they know, however they were under surveillance. The tree leaves rustled, and a flock of birds exploded out of the canopy as the lone dromeosaur sped through the forest, so fast he might have been shot out of a cannon, toward the caverns in the north-central section.
The rangers were on the lookout for the escaped dromesaurs, and were trained specifically for the job of keeping, and if need be, retiring them. However, they kept their guard down, ambling around and chatting with one another, for they weren’t expecting to see anything, being under the impression that they had taken out all of the dinosaurs in the dome when they broke it open. They felt that their protection was enough to drive away anything they saw, and they even had a few back-up choppers if they needed to escape.
Muldoon commanded to the others, “Cover the right side, they could come at any second, someone get the left, and I’ll get the middle. They could be anywhere.” He glared as one of them made a skeptical noise.
The truck arrived at the entrance to the compound, and the four of them walked out of it, taking in every detail of the place.
“So, where is it?” Dr. Grant asked John.
“Well, I really don’t know, do I? I’ve hardly been here, we have to look around, there’ll be a few canisters, maybe some fire-extinguisher looking things, but they’ll be labeled, ‘Helicopter Fuel’, so it’s nice and straight forward.”
They entered the huge complex of buildings, not wanting to split up for fear of being attacked. The group, intent on finding their only way out of the island, wasn’t paying attention to the surroundings of the lab, but rather, to what might have been lurking inside of it. Though they couldn’t hear it, distant footsteps of a monster echoed around the forest...

To be continued...
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Postby Evil Eye » Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:51 am

haven't got much of a storyline going yet, be sure to tell me what you think :shock:
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Postby Doc 42 » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:02 pm

Interesting Prologue, its nice to see that the story isnt going to revolve around "yet another theme park" and is being taken from a new view point.

But this is bite sized and I crave a full lunch :P
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Postby C S » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:08 pm

Yes, if this is another dino break out, people running for their lives story, its gonna be interesting to see how they over come the mountains and adapt to the different areas

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Postby Evil Eye » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:39 pm

well actually i am in need of opinions... like i said i haven't got much of a plot in my head, any suggestions would be helpful to make it an all you can eat buffet... and i am new here... any dinosaurs ppl want to see as well? main or side? also i'm not sure if i should put this from human or dromeosaur perspective [the dromeosaurs (velociraptor from both jp1 & 3, troodon, and the primary dino, deinonychus) are gonna be the main characters]?..... :?: :?: :?: :?: :?: thx everybody
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Postby Doc 42 » Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:42 pm

Avoid smiley spamming, it murders kittens.

and thats a really good idea, having it from the humans eyes AND the dromeos eyes. would be interesting to see how they percieve the conflict, eg the dromeos seeing the humans as just mere prey items and the humans seeing the dromeos as just animals.
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Postby Evil Eye » Wed Jul 16, 2008 2:11 pm

cool thanx thats a great idea... sorry bout the smileys, im so excited cause this is my first post on RPGT that isnt a comment! :D
o ya btw anybody want 2 give me other dinos they'd like to see in this :?:
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Postby Doc 42 » Wed Jul 16, 2008 5:28 pm

cool second chapter, keep it up, just be careful that you dont rush things.
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Postby C S » Wed Jul 16, 2008 5:36 pm

nice! why cant Alan stop going to dinosaur filled islands!
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Postby Evil Eye » Wed Jul 16, 2008 5:38 pm

1st chapter, thx though, and ya the reason u see no action is because im tryin not to rush... i think im getting a plot though :twisted:

i know seriously he gets talked into these things too much lol
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jul 17, 2008 5:37 pm

Nice to see the dromeosaur point of view.
They seem to have learned alot more about human stuff since TLW *recalls raptor repeatedly smashing head off glass*
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Postby Evil Eye » Thu Jul 17, 2008 6:42 pm

well somehow they knew what doors were in JP1 but not TLW :roll:
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jul 17, 2008 7:18 pm

I imagine it went some what like this
*raptors are thrown through wall by rex*
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*raptor hits tree head first*
Raptor: durrrr <.> *starts head butting door*

I liked how you killed off that one guy, him hearing the deino's communicating first and such. Dunno why, it just seemed cool to me.
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Postby C S » Thu Jul 17, 2008 7:28 pm

Prolly cause it's a team kill, setting up your guys so they make the kill and ETC

cool chapter

Oh, and the isla nublar raptors had access to the doors and have been practcing (Testing the fences an example made by muldoon)isla sorna didnt need to do this sinse they were free instead of trying to break out
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Postby Doc 42 » Thu Jul 17, 2008 7:35 pm

ahhh... That makes sense. So the ones on Sorna were just left to be animals while the nublar ones adapted to a human environment?
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Postby C S » Thu Jul 17, 2008 7:47 pm

yep. About the fan fic, I wonder how they'll acheive their goals
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Postby Evil Eye » Fri Jul 18, 2008 7:57 am

well if you go to jplegacy it tells you the sorna raptors were how the originals looked, TLW ones were the same as the nublar ones...i'll explain... so the sorna ones were the first created. since all the dinos were moved from sorna to nublar, they decided that the sorna ones were just too smart and efficient, so by tampering with the DNA they got the nublar ones. they also seem to be more brutal with their pack, as seen when they snap at each other after walking through the kitchen door in JP1, and when they fight in TLW. so all in all the sorna ones r the original and better.
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Postby C S » Fri Jul 18, 2008 1:35 pm

Why then, the raptors were banging their heads into glass and digging under the compound sarah and ian's daughter was in instead of opening the door. The defense rests :P

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Postby Evil Eye » Fri Jul 18, 2008 2:36 pm

k i'll put it in simpler terms. suppose (and this is entirely made up) there are two species of velociraptor. V Brutalis and V. Efficientis, as Archer classes them in this story. the raptors in JP1 & TLW are both Brutalis, and the JP3 ones are Efficintis. the original was Efficientis, which is smarter and more pack efficient than brutalis. Brutalis have been genetically tampered with to be less clever. they are also more snappish to their own pack members making them less efficient as a pack. ex like i said above, raptors snapping as they enter the kitchen in 1 and fighting when one falls off a roof on the other in TLW. TLW raptors, while being on sorna, are the same species as the raptors in 1. got it now? :P anyway off topic. almost done with next chapter, which mind u is a build up, so dont get excited, just stay tuned :wink:
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Postby C S » Fri Jul 18, 2008 2:43 pm

The raptors being ther same species doesnt do anything, ya, same specires, different enviroment and that is why the nublar raptors are smarter, having trained them selves to test fenses open doors, etc. In the beginning of JP1, the rapto probablly learned the routine to feed it and attacked when they were blind sighted. Sorna raptors went "K...We're free.....dun need to learn how to do anything than hunt..."

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