On the far side of the island a vast operation was beginning to go underway. Large ships breached the sandy beach, opening the cargo doors so vehicles with the InGen logo plastered on the sides of all of them. Several military ponies were unloading various boxes with equipment, while the one in charge of all of this finally arrived.
“Units are on standby and ready to go.” One pony reported to Iron Will.
“Good. Hold off on that live feed. We got an evolving situation here.” The minotaur marched along the sand, surveying all he had to work with.
“Did they give you the green light yet?”
“They will.” Iron Will was confident that the ponies in Jurassic World would play ball so to speak. He came to a stop at a monitor in a crate, one worker giving him a headset with a microphone on it.
Little did he know he was being watched.
From up above on the cliffs Spike was spying down on the operation through a pair of high power binoculars, and he didn’t like what he was seeing one bit.
“Shooting? We got a situation here.” He said into his radio. Much to his irritation the only thing coming out of the other end was a distorted signal. “Come on!” The drake smacked the radio, but to no change. “I got a bad feeling about this….”
Once they were done surveying the horrors of the plains, Shooting Star and Applebloom got back into the jeep, and continued to follow the tracking signal of the last Gyrosphere, which the southern mare hoped contained her friends. The jungle grew dense as the trail leading to the sphere grew shorter and shorter, until the two ponies came upon a horrifying sight.
Shooting pulled the jeep to a stop as he and Applebloom looked at the devastated remains of the Gyrosphere. The cyberpony pulled out his rifle as he approached the sphere. The pony on the tiny screen was heavily distorted by this point. What remained of the sphere was now admitting out sparks. Shooting extended out a retractable claw on his metal hoof, prying out what appeared to be a tooth. Applebloom had no idea what to make of the situation, then her heart dropped when she spotted something on the jungle floor.
“No…nononono….no….” She began tearing up as she lifted the remains of Scootaloo’s phone. She was beginning to fear the worst when Shooting put a hoof on her shoulder.
“Hey….they made it out.” The stallion reassured her, pointing to the muddy hoof prints pointing into the jungle.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Applebloom prayed silently. The two ponies followed the tracks out of the jungle until they arrived at the waterhole the I-Rex had chased her friends to earlier. The tracks ended, until the southern mare looked over the cliff, putting two and two together.
“Sweet Celestia they jumped!” Shooting looked out into the jungle.
“Brave ponies.”
“Sweetie Belle!!!! Scootaloo!!!” Much to the stallion’s annoyance, Applebloom began shouting the names of her friends at the top of her lungs.
“Shh! Shh!”
“Hey! I am not one of you dang animals!” Applebloom said, not wanting to be shushed.
“Listen……you’re friends are alive, but you and I will not be…”The stallion said, motioning between the two of them. “If you continue to scream like that.” Applebloom didn’t care about that at the moment.
“You can track them down right? Follow their scent?” She whispered quietly.
“Do I look like a bloodhound to you?” Shooting asked, growing more annoyed by the minute.
“So what do we do then?!”
“You go back to the park, I’ll find them.” The cyberpony pointed back in the direction of the jeep, but Applebloom was having none of that.
“No, WE’LL find them!” Shooting glared deeply at her.
“Look, I don’t care if you been on this island before. That was twenty years ago, and what’s happening is now! You won’t last two minutes in there, especially with that get up.” The cyber pony said, motioning at the mares work attire. Applebloom looked sternly at him, until much to his surprise she began undoing her work attire and tossing it to the side until she was standing there, bare as he was. “……is that supposed to impress me?”
“It means I’m ready to go.” The mare said, no longer whispering. Shooting could see he wasn’t gonna win this argument.
“Fine, but let’s get two things straight. One, I’m in charge out here.” He ordered, putting his rifle over his shoulder.
“Excuse me?”
“Two, you do exactly as I say and we won’t have any problems. Got it?” Applebloom stared at him before nodding. “It’s just like taking a stroll through the woods, 65 Million years ago.” He held his hoof out, motioning Applebloom to start walking. The mare complied in a huff. As she trotted towards the jungle, Shooting held back for a moment, looking down at the ground where the large footprint of the Indominous was. Feeling just a tad uneasy, he followed after the mare.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle panted heavily as they hiked their way through the thick warm jungle. With the thick foliage around them, it was next to impossible to tell if the dinosaur they saw earlier was following them or not. The two friends were hoping the direction they were heading in was the way they needed to go to reach safety. The sight up ahead didn’t help reassure them in the slightest.
Along the muddy trail they were on Sweetie used her magic to float a cracked safety helmet over to examine it. Scootaloo yanked it away from her when they found it covered in blood. The two mares froze in fear when animal noises around them began to spook them.
“What’s that?” Sweetie asked, pointing further up the trail. Sitting against a tree appeared to be the recent remains of a Jurassic World Utility Cart. Scootaloo carefully trotted forward, examining the beyond destroyed cart. She didn’t let Sweetie come closer when she found blood covering the torn seat covers. The Pegasus mare began thinking desperately of a plan when something caught her attention.
“Sweetie…..” The orange mare motioned further up the path, at a structure the jungle was working hard to reclaim. The unicorn looked at way her friend stared at, her eyes going wide. The structure looked all too familiar to the ponies. The two shared a look before they carefully trotted closer. Scootaloo swept a hoof along the worn on concrete steps as they approached a rotting wooden door. The two looked above it to the familiar sight of a miniature T-Rex skeleton. Both mares placed a hoof on the door, and using their combined strength they pushed it open, the door creaking loudly as they did. “……wow.” Scootaloo said quietly.
Nature had not been kind to the inside of the old Visitor Center. Foliage was quickly over taking everything, the overhead glass dome was all but gone, scaffolding was barely standing covered with thick vines, and in the middle of the floor was the destroyed remains of the Tyrannosaur skeleton.
It had been over twenty years since the two and stepped hoof in this building, but taking it all in….they could remember the first time they saw it.
“Now the most important building here at Jurassic Park, here is where your adventure begins.” The two could still hear Scorch’s reassuring voice echoing in their heads from all those years ago. “Once opened it will be the crown jewel of the most advanced amusement park in all of Equestria.
Scootaloo lifted what remained of the ‘When Dinosaurs Ruled The Earth’. Looking at it, she could still feel herself slamming into the ground when they struggled to escape the raptors, she could still hear the screeches of said raptors, and the roar of the T-Rex that tried so hard to make them lunch. She then pulled a bone from the broken skeleton, wrapping what was left of the banner around it.
“Think you can light it?” Sweetie Belle nodded, lighting her own horn at touching it to the banner, softly igniting it. The two then trotted apart, each with their own light source along the filthy glass mural. Scootaloo paused when she came to the raptor. Lightly brushing a hoof against it, she finally realized that they had finally come full circle.
“Scoots! Over here!” The Pegasus heard her friend call. Sweetie Belle had found the entrance to the Visitor Center garage. The two mares carefully examined the room, Sweetie lifted an old pair of night vision goggles, which spooked her when they turned on, showing they still worked after all this time. The orange Pegasus was focused on the two sitting jeeps, which looked like they had seen better days. “The old gas powered jeeps.” Sweetie noted. Scootaloo thought long and hard before turning to her friend.
“Remember when we helped fix Applejack’s tractor?” Sweetie nodded, knowing just what her friend had in mind.