//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Jurassic Park: Site Pony // by walk-in closet brony //------------------------------// Twilight Sparkle "EEP!" Twilight could only sit there gawking at the confused figures standing in front of her. The whole series of events that took place before her arrival here was a blur. The whirlpool of mist that had consumed her was breathtaking yet horrifying at the same time. "Oh, my head..." Said the thing that had broken her fall. Where the hay was she? One minute she was safe in the middle of her house then the next she was staring down a group of bipedal life forms, one of which she now inadvertently owed her thanks to for acting as a landing cushion. They all wore what appeared to be clothing, many garments of different colors adorning their bodies. One of the beings on her far right had a long tube pointed straight at her, sweat running down it's face. "What the hell is that?" It spoke. Another, one with short leggings and longer hair than the rest, stood up and eased the thing with the tube. "Easy Langston, don't scare the poor thing." It spoke. "Shh, everyone be quiet. We might chase it off." Said one of the creatures with a darker mane and what appeared to be glasses. Realizing they probably weren't going to eat her, Twilight calmed down a little and began to think. Thinking things through during tough situations always helped. She knew first-hoof that they could speak Equestrian. No language barrier was quite a relief. Staring intently at the smaller being in the compartment with wheels next to her, Twilight caught a glimpse of it's teeth. Odd. Sharp and dull teeth. Carnivore? Herbivore? Omnivore? "Dad, why is that purple horse staring at me?" Asked the thing. Getting to it's feet, the taller creature took a defensive position by the smaller being. "Quiet Jess. That doesn't look like an ordinary horse to me." It spoke. To Twilight's surprise, the things feared her just as much as she did them. The time for communication was now. "Um, h-hello?" She asked in a timid voice. The entire group recoiled and the thing with the tube fumbled it in it's forward appendages. "HOLY SHIT! Horses don't talk!" Yelled the nervous wreck. "For the love of god, pull yourself together Langston!" shouted the long-haired thing. The smaller life-form in the wheeled-box spoke in a gentler voice. "Can you say anything else?" Composing herself, Twilight gulped and spoke again. "My name is Twilight Sparkle, personal protégé of princess Celestia of Equestria. W-where am I?" She asked. Eyeing each other, the mysterious creatures looked like they were silently debating on whether or not to answer that. "Did you hear me correctly? Am I speaking the correct dialect?" Asked Twilight. "N-no, we heard you alright. We're just having a hard time believing what we're seeing right now, and I've seen some crazy stuff." Said the thing guarding the smaller animal. Jessica Harding While the commotion involving the talking horse unfolded in front of her, Jessica Harding wiggled her way out of the case and hopped out the back of the jeep while her father was puppy-guarding it with his back turned. Walking around him, she approached the horse curiously. Turning around to confirm her location, Gerry Harding spoke in a low authoritative voice. "Jess, stay behin-" Gerry gasped in horror, his daughter now beyond his protection as she approached the horned quadruped. "Jess, stay away from that thing!" He yelled. Rolling her eyes, Jessica scoffed at her father's overprotective attitude towards this seemingly harmless thing. "Dad, calm down! Look at it, does that look like a vicious man-eater to you?" She asked. "Well, no. But that doesn't mean it isn't dangerous!" Scolded Gerry. Jessica laughed loudly upon further inspection of the horse in front of her and turned toward her dad. "Dad, c'mon. It's a friggin' unicorn. A unicorn!" She chuckled. The group behind them, also realizing this, approached the pony. "So, you can talk..." Said Malcolm. Straightening itself up, the pony cleared it's throat. "Yes, I can. Can you please tell me where I am so I can go home?" It asked. "Well, for starters you're on an island west of Baja California. Ring any bells?" Asked Malcolm. "What? Where is Baja... whatever you just said?" The unicorn asked. "South of the United States of America?" Malcolm continued. The unicorn was still just as confused. It was having hard time grasping and began to hyperventilate until something pinged in it's head. "The spell! It must have brought me here." It spoke. Looking at each other with wandering eyes, the group was speechless. They had no idea what was going on. Jessica was even more confused. She had no clue why they were on the island in the first place save a few sentences she heard from the phone call her father was engaged in earlier. "How did that return spell go again? Maybe if I..." Much to the surprise of the people in front of it, the unicorns horn began to glow a bright purple but then sputtered and died. "Oh no, it's not working!" The unicorn began panicking again, talking to itself in a shrill frantic voice. "Nobody's going to know where I am! Princess Celestia is going to stop looking for me! The elements of harmony are going to be split up forever! I'm never going to-" "HEY!" Yelled Dr. Sattler. Getting it's attention, Sattler walked up to the scared pony and calmly stroked it's mane. "Nobody's going to forget you. How about this, you can tag along with us and we'll bring you back to the mainland when we're done here. Maybe then we can sort this mess out." She spoke. Obviously soothed by her actions, the Unicorn settled in her grasp and nodded towards her decision. BEEP BEEP "Whoa, hold up guys. It's Hammond, he's close!" Shouted Grant as he grasped the GPS excitedly in his hands. "Maybe bringing a jeep wasn't such a good idea. Look at that foliage, we'll never get through all that!" Said Langston. "Damn, your right. We'll just have to leave it here for a bit. If we can't get to Hammond from here on foot we can always come back and drive around the coast looking for an easier route." Cursed Grant. "Jess, your coming with me. I'm not leaving you out here alone." Said Gerry. "Fine with me." She said as the group took off toward the tree line. Turning around, Jessica noticed the purple pony sitting by the jeep, unsure of whether going with the group of aliens was a good idea. "Hey! Are you coming or not?" She asked. Perking it's head up, the unicorn trotted over and smiled at the young girl. Returning the gesture, Jessica motioned for it to follow her into the jungle. Treading side-by-side, the two beings headed into the dense plethora of flora while a pair of large, beady eyes watched from afar. Louis Dodgson "Ha! That's how you do it!" Said Dodgson as the rest of the mother Maiasaura abandoned their nests from the imminent danger about a hundred feet away from them. Nearby, six adults lay dead, all pierced by one of Bennett's lethal Botulinum darts. With large strides, Dodgson and Bennett made their way to the first nest. "C'mon Gordon, we don't have much time before a predator comes by and snacks down on these bodies. Help me with these coolers will ya?" Said Dodgson as he carefully picked up an egg and placed it into the compact container. "Wait a second Lou, aren't eggs supposed to be kept warm? Wont putting them in a cooler kill them?" Gordon asked as he nervously handed a second cooler to Dodgson. "These aren't coolers you dumbshit. I only call 'em that because they look like them. They're specially designed to radiate heat and keep a steady temperature. It should keep the eggs alive for a while." Dodgson said as he placed the final egg into a cooler. Nearby, the tall grass rustled, and a high-pitched chirp could be heard in the near-quiet breeze. Hearing this, Dodgson and Bennett looked up and stared into the direction of the noise. Sweating profusely, Bennett's legs began to wobble as thoughts of a vicious predator flew through his mind. "Lou-" "Shh!" The grass rustled more, and much to the surprise of the men, a small creature hopped out from the foliage. Standing upright on two legs, it had a curved head and beak. It's large, beady eyes passed over the terrified humans and focused it's gaze on the nest of eggs in front of it. Leaning down, it plucked an egg from the nest and retreated back into the tall grass. Sighing, Dodgson and Bennett wiped the sweat from their foreheads. "Holy shit that was close. What was that thing anyway?" Asked Bennett. "Oviraptor. It's name means egg thief. Don't worry, It's just an egg-snatcher. Nothing we need to be afraid of." Said Dodgson. "What now Lou?" Asked Bennett, placing a cooler in his pack and slinging it over his shoulders. Adopting a sly grin, Dodgson packed away an egg-filled cooler and unslung his rifle. "We find more nests." Twilight Sparkle "So... humans?" Asked Twilight. "Yeah, that's us. Only, we get by just fine without magic or wings." Said Grant, who had taken quite a liking to the purple mare during the short duration they had to speak. Walking along the rugged terrain, the sound of the natural ambience was rivaled only by the beeping of the GPS tracker that continued to grow louder with every step. "If I may, where exactly are we going?" Asked Twilight. "We're looking for a close associate of ours who's probably doing something he shouldn't be doing right now." Said Ellie Sattler. "He has a tendency to disregard the well-meaning opinions of others." Said Grant. Confused, Jessica looked up at the man with the Stetson and spoke. "What?" She asked. "He doesn't take good advice when he should." Said Malcolm. A prolonged silence shadowed the group after that comment, many of the members remembering things best left forgotten. Twilight, just as silent, surveyed each 'human' walking alongside her. Though her concentration was often broken by the incessant beeping of the GPS tracker, Twilight attempted to recollect the information given to her by her new friends. Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, Jessica Harding, and Gerry Harding had all gone through an obviously traumatizing experience that they only referred to as the Isla Nublar incident. Only Langston was none the wiser. He was being skeptical about something that Twilight didn't know about. Troubled by the thought, Twilight trotted next to Jessica who had strayed from the group by a few feet and hailed her. "So... Jessica?" She asked. "Yeah?" "What is everyone so worried about? That Langston fellow especially." Exclaimed Twilight. Taking a moment, Jessica swallowed and continued in a hushed voice. "My dad worked at this place you see, a zoo. He didn't tell me about it because I was going to visit him sooner or later. When I did, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. Real life dinosaurs!" She said. "Dinosaurs?" Said Twilight in a clueless voice. "What, you don't know about dinosaurs? C'mon, didn't you have like, prehistoric creatures in your land? Before your time?" Asked Jessica. Shaking her head, Twilight spoke in a matter-of-fact voice. "Nope. The oldest things that exist in our world are the Alicorns, and a couple are still around." "What's an Alic-" Lacking the breath to finish that sentence, Jessica Harding stopped in her tracks as did the others when they reached the edge of the jungle. In front of them sat a large, rolling plain with a lake in the middle. Roaming the landscape were giant, four-legged creatures whose necks expanded at least fifty feet in the air. Gasping loudly, Twilight moved her head closer to Jess, who hadn't yet taken her eyes off the beasts and spoke in utter amazement. "Dear Celestia, what the hay is that thing?" She asked. "That... is a dinosaur..." Said Malcolm who stood only a few feet away. "Whoa. They're Brachiosaurs." Exclaimed Grant. The group stood in awe for a few more seconds, admiring the magnificent creatures displayed before them. Many of the younger ones lingered near the lake, taking occasional drinks. The mothers tended the nests while the others stood watch. For what exactly, Twilight did not know. "Look at them. They're breeding." Said Ellie. "Looks like Hammond's genetic sex barrier wasn't enough." Said Grant. The group looked at Ian, expecting him to add on to the discussion. Inhaling, Malcolm spoke in a low, I-told-you-so voice. "Life finds a way." "Dad! Look!" Cried Jess, pointing at a Brachiosaurus. The large creature wobbled as if struggling to stand then collapsed to the ground. The adults around it recoiled slightly, looking for the hidden culprit. Another adult, a bull Brachiosaur, flopped down to the ground. If it was dead, the group wouldn't know. They were hundreds of feet away. "Wait, are you guys seeing this?" Said Langston, looking through the scope of his hunting rifle. Following the man's gaze, Twilight and the others watched the tree line until a peculiar thing happened. Two bipedal figures stepped cautiously into the plain, aiming what appeared to be rifles of their own at the adults. After watching what seemed like the slightest recoil from one of the rifles, another Brachiosaur wobbled and dropped. "What are they doing dad?" Jessica asked in a worried tone. "I don't know sweetheart." Said Gerry. "What do you see Langston? Is it Hammond?" Asked Malcolm. "No. From the description you guys gave me, none of those guys look like him at all. They're in their mid thirties, late twenties. They... they're..." Stuttered Langston as he lowered the scope from his eye. "What are they doing?" Asked Ellie. "They're stealing the eggs!" He cried. Snapping their heads back to the anomaly taking place in front of them, the group watched as the two placed egg after egg into small containers. "They can't do that! That belongs to the mothers!" Said Twilight. "I know- Wait, hold on. What're they doing now?" Spoke Ellie. One of the two men was earnestly shaking the man who was holding the remaining eggs. Getting his attention, the skittish thief pointed to one end of the field and started off on a quick jog. Seeing something Twilight's group couldn't, the man with the eggs shot up and sprinted for the tree line. "What's got them so nervous?" Asked Gerry. "That." Pointed out Malcolm. Following his pointer finger, Twilight gazed at the tree line. Unbeknownst to the unicorn yet all too familiar to the humans, a large beast burst out from the other end of the field, charging straight at the unmoving bodies of the sauropods. Louis Dodgson The bull Tyrannosaurus charged straight at them from the other end of the plain, focused entirely on bagging itself a mid-day meal. Regardless of whether or not it was going to try to eat them, Dodgson and Bennett ran. They ran for the trees. They ran for their lives. "Go Gordon, GO!" Yelled Dodgson as he slung the pack over his shoulders and reached into his pocket for a Botulinum dart. He found none and yelled at his partner to load one into his rifle and keep going. Not hearing him, Dodgson cursed and followed his partner toward the tree line. "Gordon! The eggs!" Shouted Dodgson as he noticed the backpack slipping from the terrified man's back. Falling to the ground with a thud, Dodgson slowed down just for a minute to pick up the pack and haul it towards the jungle. Or in this case, the waiting jaws of a female T. Rex. "Holy shit! AHHHH-" But that was all Gordon Bennett could say before the T. Rex scooped him up in his mouth and bit down hard, replacing Bennett's words with in-human screams. "Oh god..." Dodgson said as he stopped in the middle of his run. The Rex chomped down on Bennett and chewed straight through the man's form, tearing him in half. The legs fell to the ground while Gordon's upper half dangled freely in the gaping maw of the carnivore. Snapping back to reality, Dodgson broke left and made a bee-line for the cover of the trees opposite that of the Rexes. "Fuck...fuck...fuck..." Panted Dodgson as he hauled ass into the foliage, not bothering to look behind him. Making sure he was safe, Dodgson checked the eggs in the coolers and found them unharmed without a crack. Noticing the screaming had stopped, Dodgson looked around the tree he was taking refuge behind and watched the two Rexes eating the Brachiosaur bodies and whatever remained of his buisness partner, the bloody strings of flesh hanging from their mouths as they ate. Not able to bear it any longer, Louis Dodgson leaned over and threw up as quietly as he could. After regaining his composure, Dodgson fit whatever eggs he had in his backpack and continued on with one pack, one rifle, and whatever Botulinum darts remained. One thought lingered in his mind as he staggered off into the wilderness searching for more nests. A simple thought about his friend, Gordon Bennett. What a dumbass.