//------------------------------// // Chapter 1 // Story: Jurassic Park: Site Pony // by walk-in closet brony //------------------------------// Louis Dodgson "That fucking idiot!" Said Louis Dodgson, throwing his coffee mug into the wall. The resounding smash startled Dodgson's colleague and right-hand-man, Gordon Bennett. Flinching from the broken fragments on the floor, Bennett stood up from his chair and approached his business partner. "Jesus Christ Lou, calm the hell down. I'm pretty sure everything that's happened can be fixed easily." He said, holding up his hands in a repressive manner. Dodgson ran his arm across his desk in one clean sweep, spilling the contents onto the floor. "Calm!? You want me to be Calm? First, that fat-ass Nedry gets himself eaten and loses the embryos! No big deal right? I just send in that dumb-shit Chadwick to retrieve them and it should all work out fine, am I right? But no, that useless moron just had to go and get himself killed too!" Dodgson began counting off on his fingers. "No sign of the embryos, no sign of that Hispanic lady that went in with him, and no sign of that bastard Hammond!" He said as he pounded a fist on the table. Bennett rolled his eyes and placed a hand on the now-clear desk. "That's what I'm here to talk to you about. Your little embryo problem is just a GPS tracker away from being gone with the wind." He spoke. Dodgson, now interested, calmed down and looked up at his partner. "Keep going..." He said with a motioning hand. "My underlying sources indicate that old coot Hammond has taken a little trip to another island. He's taken about three other people with him, and he's looking for something. Something important." Bennett smirked. Dodgson's face immediately lit up with joy when he realized what his partner was telling him. "Holy shit Gordon, this just might be the break-through we've been waiting for. Pack your things and get ready to move within a few hours." He said as he opened up a drawer and pulled out a very familiar Barbasol can. "Pack? Where are you going?" Bennett asked. Dodgson looked up with a determined face and spoke straightforwardly. "Where are we going. If you want something done right, you do it yourself." Twilight Sparkle Trotting down main street, Twilight regretted leaving the confines of her library and the comfort of her books. Especially the one she had to stop reading in order to follow through with the meet-up she had planned with her friends. After wandering a little after losing herself in her thoughts, Twilight finally came across the spa building. Sure enough, there was Rarity and Fluttershy waiting by the entrance. "Twilight dear, it's great to see you! Where have you been all these days?" Asked Rarity. "Oh, the usual. Reading. Just reading." Responded Twilight. "You know dear, there's such a thing as a little too much reading, especially if it means you lose precious hours of beauty sleep." Said the gauche mare. "Now now Rarity, Twilight is entitled to whatever she wishes to do in her home. After all, it is a free country." Fluttershy said in a timid squeak. "Of course dear, I'm only teasing. Lets have at that spa now, shall we?" Said Rarity, holding the door open for her friends as they trotted in. A few hours later, the three mares left the spa and said their goodbyes to one another. After picking up Spike, Twilight and her assistant made for the library, both having something to look forward to. Entering the tree house, Spike headed for the bedroom and stopped to look at Twilight just before he reached the door. "Well, I guess I'll go ahead and take my mid-afternoon nap. Maybe you ought to get some rest too Twilight?" Said Spike as he turned the doorknob. Smiling up at the small dragon, Twilight spoke in a fresh, awake tone of voice. "No thanks Spike. I've got a lot of reading to catch up on." Nodding with a worried look, Spike entered the room and shut the door behind him as he flopped down on the small, comfortable basket. Downstairs, Twilight shut the front door and closed the blinds as she continued to work through the mind-boggling text she had picked up that morning. Ian Malcolm Waiting impatiently with Alan Grant at a Dennys, Ian Malcolm sat in a booth as he chewed nervously on his omelet. Ellie Sattler had chosen it as an ideal meeting place seeing as though it was as equidistant as they could get where no one had to travel a ridiculous length no more than the other had to. "When are they going to get here anyway?" Malcolm finally said in a worried tone. Grant looked up from his hash browns and spoke nonchalantly. "Relax Ian, Ellie will be here in a bit with the others." "Speaking of which, who are the 'others' that we keep talking about? All I got was an urgent call to come down here after hearing Hammond was planning to follow another foolhardy plan to generate more cold-blooded killers. Mind you, it interrupted my daily self-lecture on the happenstances of eating a horribly prepared omelet." Malcolm spoke as he stared distastefully down at his brunch. Stifling a laugh, Alan downed the rest of his meal and cleared his throat. "Ellie and I have devised a team that could get us in and out of wherever we're going as quick as we can. We're only checking on the group so we aren't exactly taking a week vacation. Anyway, we're bringing in a fellow named Langston who happens to be an expert hunter of big-game in Africa, and Dr. Harding." He said. Malcolm spit the orange juice he was drinking out of his mouth and spoke with great concern. "WHAT?! How do you know Sarah Harding? It doesn't matter, we're not taking her. I'm not putting her through that again, regardless if she volunteered to come or not." Ian said with finality. Alan, looking confused, spoke in a reassuring voice. "Not Sarah, Gerry Harding. You know, the dino vet who was helping Ellie with the Triceratops in the field? Plus, I don't even know who Sarah Harding is." Sighing a breath of relief, Malcolm composed himself and went back to sipping his orange juice. Meanwhile on the other side of the diner, the door bell jingled and Ellie Sattler stepped through with Harding and Langston. Ellie walked over dressed in her usual attire, beige shorts and a khaki T-shirt. Harding looked almost exactly the same as when they had last seen him except he lacked the Ingen brand uniform. Langston donned a safari outfit akin to that of a jungle explorer minus the pith helmet. The three newcomers inched into the booth and greeted each other accordingly. "So we're all here then?" Asked Alan. "It would seem as though we are." Said Langston. "I assume your journey here to our quaint meeting place went smoothly for you Dr. Harding?" Questioned Malcolm. Nodding, Gerry pointed to his car parked out back. "Yeah, I just packed a few cases full of things I might need for the trip before I left. Don't worry about space, the largest piece of luggage is about the size of a small refrigerator." "That wont be a problem Dr. Harding. The boat we'll be taking to the island is big enough to carry a Jeep Wrangler. And it is. We'll need the transportation if we're going to locate Hammond's signal quickly. We can keep your luggage in the trunk." Said Sattler. After a short briefing of what was to come, the group of five left the diner and gave each other the correct rendezvous point for where they would take the boat to an island that was transmitting Hammond's faint signal. Twilight Sparkle "Shifting realities? Nopony can do that!" Twilight told herself as she skimmed through the last few pages in the book. The previous fifty pages listed detailed instructions on how to traverse the realm known as the multiverse. The author, who had yet to reveal his or her name, only left two words on the final page. Have Fun. Twilight was most certainly not having fun. She was instead trying to figure out how in the hay anypony was supposed to perform any of the impossible acts stated in the tome. "Hm... I suppose I could give it try. The instructions seem simple." She said. Drawing a simple white circle in the middle of her floor out of chalk, Twilight did as the book told her. "Alright, lets see. Step one, place hooves firmly on the ground." Doing so, she levitated a clipboard on the far side of the room and marked it with her quill. "Check. Step two, focus your mind, blocking out all outside distractions and perform the spell as shown in figure three of the book." Checking off the second step, Twilight's horn got to work, conjuring different spells and synthesizing them to form the compound incantations required to open a trans-dimensional portal. With her eyes closed, she did not notice the purple mist forming around her as she silently continued her invocation. Suddenly, the door to the second floor bedroom swung open and a young, misty eyed dragon emerged dragging his blanket behind him. "HEY TWILIGHT!" Spike greeted in a loud, happy tone after yawning. "Wha-AHHHHH!" Screamed Twilight as she snapped open her eyes, startled by her assistants sudden entrance. The mist in front of her transformed into a large swirling twister and began slowly dragging her in, picking up speed as it formed into a raging cyclone. Pulling her in head-first, Twilight's screams were no more than muffled whimpers as the twister flew out of control, throwing around objects and swallowing nothing but the purple mare it had already begun to digest. "Twilight?!" Shouted Spike over the noisy rampage of the magical storm. With one last defiant roar, the twister evaporated into a thin purple haze, leaving everything that it had thrown on the ground in a jumbled heap. Except Twilight. Spike picked his way through the debris of the library toward the center of the room. With no sign of Twilight, Spike began frantically scampering around in circles, wondering what in the hay he was going to do. Changing his course slightly, Spike tripped over a lump on the ground and slammed into the wood floor face-first. "OW!" Lifting the book that was now the cause of his new headache, Spike held the tome up to his eyes at the page it was left open at. Reading it silently to himself, Spike's face suddenly grew pale. Though amazing in itself, this spell is prone to an extremely hazardous danger. Those who fail to accomplish step two will suffer dire consequences and will require the aid of another pony whose magic is greater than the castor of the spell. By breaking his or her concentration while preforming this spell, the castor will be put in great peril as an anonymous portal to a random world may open, hurling he or she into it's unknown depths. Take great care when carrying out step two and remember- The sentence was cut off, causing Spike to flip the page over to the back of the book. -Have Fun "Uh-oh." Alan Grant After the three hour drive to Santa Rosalía on the coast of Baja California, Alan Grant and Ian Malcolm sat in their car waiting patiently for the barge that would take them to the island. Ellie, Langston, and Harding were only a few minutes away and would arrive at the marina shortly to meet them. "Ah, there they are." Noted Malcolm. Looking up the street, Grant spotted two distinct cars coming down the road. As they parked, he and Malcolm exited their Ford and walked up to meet the rest of the group. "Good to see you guys made it in time. The locals are saying a storm's brewing. If that barge doesn't get here in a bit, we may have to call it off for today." Said Grant "Speak of the devil." Said Harding, pointing towards the large boat that had docked at the wharf. The occupants began waving at them, signaling them to start boarding. "Alright! Langston, why don't you help Harding pack his things while we get situated on the boat." Said Dr. Sattler. Slinging his hunting rifle, Langston popped Harding's trunk and grabbed the two first aid kits that sat in front of the final piece of luggage. The large case was hauled to the boat by Gerry, who grunted the whole way through. "Jesus, this is heavier than I remember!" He complained. "What's in there anyway?" Asked Langston. Propping it upright in the back of the jeep once he reached the barge, Harding grabbed some rope and tied the case down. "Just a bug-out kit I figured I should pack lest anything goes wrong. Rope, extra bandages, a flare gun, you name it." Chuckling lightly to himself, Langston placed the first aid kits neatly into a panel under the jeeps dashboard. "You paleontologist geeks are really giving me a good laugh you know that? All this talk about dinosaurs and prehistoric killers is total bull-crap. The only reason I'm here is because that Grant fellow over there is paying me." He said. Meanwhile, Allen and Ellie spoke to the captain of the barge near the helm of the ship. "Listen señor, I will pick you up tomorrow at five o' clock. No more, no less. Comprende?" Said the captain. Nodding his head, Grant shook the man's hand and led Ellie to the back of the ship with everyone else. "We're all set. The barge is coming back for us at five o' clock tomorrow." Said Sattler. Emerging from the back of the jeep, Harding approached Grant and asked a question that had been prying from the back of his mind since he had gotten the phone call to meet them at the diner. "How are we supposed to find Hammond anyway? It's not like we have an exact location." He said. Fishing out a small box from his pocket, Grant showed him the GPS tracker that had been sitting in there since he last talked with Hammond three days ago. "Hammond's signal transponder is relaying us a location through satellite. It should give us his general coordinates. It's kind of like what we archeologists do in the field. We give everyone markers so that we can find each other when we're working on a larger dig site." He explained. "Oh." Harding exclaimed. The next twenty minutes was spent in silence, the group totally oblivious to the smaller boat zipping across the tides under the darkened skies only a hundred feet away. Louis Dodgson "I don't get it Gordon, there isn't any islands north from here on this map!" Dodgson said as they traversed the troubled waters, a storm approaching in the distance. "You wont find any. The island we're going to is only known to the locals. They call it Isla de los muertos. Island of the dead." Bennett said with a smirk. "Charming." Said Dodgson. "Meh, it's all a bunch of bullshit anyways. We'll be in and out with those embryos before you know it." Spoke Bennett. "Good. I don't want to spend any more time on that damn island than I need to. Nedry was an imbecile, but Chadwick had some brains at least. If he bought it on an island like this one, we need to be extra careful. You've got the rifles right?" Dodgson asked as he gestured to a box at the back of the boat. Gordon Bennett nodded and spoke slyly. "Yeah. Two Crossman air guns armed with Botulinum darts. The toxin in the ammunition is one of the deadliest poisons known to man. You'll drop dead before you even know you got hit." He said. "We'll definitely need those. Hey, look!" Said Dodgson, pointing to the growing black mass in the distance. "Land. It's about damn time." Said Bennett. The two smiled deviously and steered straight toward the island ahead of them, unfathomable riches awaiting their thieving hands. Gerry Harding Waving goodbye to the boatmen after arriving at the island, Gerry proceeded to helping Alan, Ellie, and Malcolm push the jeep up the beach while Langston kept watch a few feet away. "Man, this thing is heavy! It must weigh at least a ton!" Said Malcolm. Heaving the vehicle onto a decent position on the shore, Gerry opened the trunk to check on his belongings. Both of his first aid kits were still intact along with his large bug-out case. Everything was going well so far. The syringes in the kits hadn't cracked, the jeep was in mint condition, the zipper on his bag was opening, the- Wait, what? The black zipper on Gerry's case wiggled a little bit, something inside obviously trying to get out. "Um, Dr. Harding? Is your bag moving on it's own?" Asked Sattler. Shrugging his shoulders, Gerry reached for the zipper and tugged it down the side of his bag as fast as lightening. The flap wilted down and there, sitting awkwardly crunched up in the middle of his bag, was Jessica Harding. His daughter. "Heh heh. Hi dad." Jessica whimpered with a guilty smile on her face as she waved lightly at her father. "JESSICA MARIE HARDING!" Yelled Gerry. The others cowered in the background as Gerry Harding brought down the hammer on his daughter. "This is unacceptable! First, you lied to my face when you gave me your word that you would wait in the house until your mother got there. Now this? You have crossed the line young lady!" He yelled. Cowering in the back of the Wrangler, Jessica tried to build up a case for herself. "Well, you're never around! I finally get to see you and we get chased off an island by bloodthirsty lizards! I just figured if I-" "No Jess! I'm sorry but that does not give you permission to stow away on-" Gerry was cut off when a small purple mass formed itself in mid-air and plunged straight into his chest, knocking him on his back. When the quadruped looked up at what softened it's landing, it jumped off immediately and stared at the bipedal figures in front of it. "EEP!" Was all it could muster when it tried to speak. Louis Dodgson After concealing the small boat on shore, Dodgson and Bennett trekked through the outlying jungle that immediately met them upon taking their first few steps on the island. Their backpacks held all they needed to survive for one day and one night. With this reassurance and the deadly rifles that were slung over their shoulders, both men swaggered along feeling invincible. "Alright, the signal gets stronger east of here." Said Bennett, holding the tracker in his hand. "Good. Lets keep moving, this damn jungle is killing my feet." Said Dodgson. The two businessmen wandered farther into the tropical environment, the jungle getting denser and denser with each step. "No! We're losing the signal!" Said Bennett, slapping the side of the tracker in anger. "Damn, it must be the foliage. The trees are too thick. C'mon, there's a clearing up ahead." Said Dodgson. After trudging over a thick bramble of ferns, Dodgson and Bennett stopped in their tracks. "Ho-lee shit..." Bennett gasped. In front of the breath-taken men sat an open clearing. More than ten large forms wandered nearby and tended roosts with white, speckled objects in them. "Are those..." Began Bennett. "Yeah. Maiasaura." Dodgson finished. The adults groaned and tended their eggs, the white objects turning out to be eggs. "It's just so... amazing." Said Bennett. To Gordon Bennett's right, Louis Dodgson had already dropped his gaze of boyish wonder and proceeded to pull out boxes similar to small, six-pack coolers used at tail-gating parties. "What are those?" Asked Bennett. Dodgson grinned and unslung his rifle from his shoulder. "Coolers. C'mon Gordon, we're going down there." He said. Still unaware of what he was doing, Bennett showed Dodgson the GPS tracker. "But what about Hammond and the embryos? We're so close!" He asked. "Fuck Hammond and to hell with the embryos. We're going for the next best thing." He said sinisterly as he loaded a Botulinum dart into his air gun and handed a cooler to Bennett. Starting down the hill, Dodgson brought the rifle to his shoulder. And aimed the barrel right at the head of a mother Maiasaur.