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Jurassic Park: Dark Skies Re-released
By TyrannoRex112
Jurassic Park: Dark Skies
Introduction
Dinosaurs and man, separated by 65 Million years of evolution have suddenly been thrown back into the mix together. How can we have the slightest idea of what to expect? - Dr. Alan Grant
That statement is true in many ways. Grants prediction was correct, as was Mr. Malcolm’s. Jurassic Park: Isla Nublar as a failure. Lives were lost; millions of dollars worth of research were lost. Equipment, buildings, engineering equipment was destroyed. All of it. All do to one man. Dennis Nedry. If it wasn’t for him everything would have been dandy. But, he shut off the power and stole embryos. All because of him the hopes and dreams of John Parker Hammond were lost……….
Or so, we all think.
Mr. Hammond had once bought another island, not to far from Isla Nublar or Site B. Isla Nublar was to be an experimental island. There were few dinosaurs thriving there…Very few. But on Isla Jurna many species thrived. Many more than Nublar or Sorna…Many more indeed.
Hammond has invited 12 visitors to Jurna, all who worked for him. But, due to accidents your about to find overtook the island, the park. As on Nublar lives were lost. The park closed…The South American government never found out about the island. The island was never destroyed. There are rumors that the animals still thrive there today. Here is the story of Patrick Wilson, one man who lost his wife due to Mr. Hammond and his park. But he had signed a form so if himself or any of his family members were lost InGen would not be responsible.
The Isla Jurna incident had been kept quiet. Only the survivors know the tale. Here is one man willing to tell it…
JURASSIC PARK: DARK SKIES
PRLOUGE-RAPTOR
4 Jeep Wranglers rumbled down a dirt road, with quite a few men in each vehicle. It was late at night, and the men had all been waken up to an intercom yelling, “Calling all guards, calling all guards, calling all guards!” One man, Daniel Lewis, was used to this job. Getting up late at night, and going and capturing dinosaurs. But many of the men that were with him were new recruits, and had never experienced the truth wrath of say, a velociraptor attack. And that’s exactly what they were going to experience tonight, velociraptors. Daniel Lewis was young, 28 years old. He had slicked blond hair, and was very attractive. He didn’t necessarily like his job, but it paid well. Enough for him to go back to College.
Daniel stuck his head out the passenger seat window, and saw that ahead of them were electrified gates. One of the signs posted on a fence cable read, “CAUTION! 10,000 VOLTS.” Along with a drawing of a hand touching the fence. Daniel leaned back into the car and saw the driver pick up the radio that was located on the dash. He said, “Ray, requesting permission for the opening of the velociraptor gate entrance. Over.”
Ahead of the four vehicles the gates swung out and open. The driver hit the accelerator and the car sped forward, followed by the other 3. The cars drove through the gates. As the cars proceeded down the road and disappeared into the blackness of night, the gates closed with whoosh!
The jeeps stopped at a Security Bunker. This is where the raptors had attacked. The bunker was mainly covered in foliage, covering up the fact that it led into the ground. Daniel opened the chamber to his tranquilizer rifle, and he saw 1 single dart inside. He grabbed 2 darts from his ammunition belt, which was strapped around his waist, and placed them inside his mouth. He looked like a madman with his mouth widely opened. With him 7 other men approached the bunker. They all carried rifles as well.
The eight men proceeded with caution, their rifles locked and loaded. Daniel led them, as he had more experience in the field. He approached the door, but as he did, a velociraptor jumped onto the roof, and let out a blood-curdling scream. It bounded off the roof and onto the men.
Scott Krebbeks, a man in his 50s, stepped out of the jeep, slamming the door hard. He had head a few screams, but he had been listening to the radio, so he wasn’t sure. Scott brushed back his black hair, reveling gray hair all around his scalp.
Scott opened up his fly. He began to go when a snarl made him pause. He zipped up his fly and turned around.
“Hello? Who’s there?” He said, try to assure himself.
Another snarl.
Scott stood his ground, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He couldn’t move-he was too frightened. Another snarl, then an unearthly shriek.
Scott looked around him, then towards where he came from. He began to walk toward the gap when he paused and thought, Wait, did I come through here?
He walked through the clearing of foliage, only to find a large circle of flat grass.
“Fuck!” He said aloud.
Scott looked back through the gap, only to see 3 pairs of green glowing eyes. He gaped in horror, and ran towards the circle. He looked over his shoulder and saw three small creatures pursuing him. He looked ahead and saw the jungle. Scott thought, yes! Maybe I can lose them.
Scott sprinted forward towards the jungle when, without warning, a giant creature stepped out with a bounding step. Scott turned and ran and saw the creatures retreating to the foliage. The creature had its head down, eyes looking ahead, jaws open. An obvious attack position.
Scott ran harder and saw he was near the foliage from where he came. As he through the gap in the foliage he tripped over a branch. The monstrous creature bent down, and lifted Scott 10, then 15, and finally 20 feet into the air. Scott screamed as the teeth of the animal ripped through his insides. Scott closed his eyes and screamed as he heard and felt his bones crack. He opened his eyes once more to see himself being carried to the jungle from where it came.
Scott felt his own blood trickling down his body. He entered the forest and saw a 4-foot mound of dirt, with three hatchlings inside. Scott couldn’t see them well, and he didn’t care to. He felt the jaws open and he fell out, into the nest. The hatchlings crowded around him and began to take large chunks of flesh from his leg and back.
As they did so, he became dizzy and nauseated. He closed his eyes, and everything went black.
The sun rose over a foliage-covered mountain, the rays spilling through the greenery of Isla Nublar. The rays of light illuminated the Visitors Center, reveling a large, gray complex of buildings. The roofs were covered with straw, giving them an impression of a jungle. Embedded on the sides of the center were skeletons. But not just any skeletons, dinosaur skeletons. It started of with a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton, and then moved on to Velociraptors, then Procompsognathids, and so on.
Surrounding the front of the center was a paved road that led out to the Main Gate. After the main gate was pure jungle and fencing.
A Jeep Wrangler bounced along the dirt road and stopped at the entrance. Robert Muldoon, a man of his forties, stepped out and briskly walked up the steps to the center. He pushed open the wooden doors and walked into a very large, dome-looking room. Ahead of him was a large staircase the curled around to the a catwalk. He slightly jogged up the steps and onto the catwalk. As he walked on the catwalk he passed many doors. He caught a glimpse of a few that were labeled, “Bathroom.” then on to “Labs.” As the man walked he finally came to the last door labeled, “Control Room.” He twisted the handle and stepped in. The room was full of working men and women, all busily typing at their computer screens. Ray Arnold, an African American and 33 years in age, looked up from his monitor towards the man.
“Hey! Robert, Robert Muldoon. How was your vacation?” Ray Arnold asked, and he lit cigarette. “Just find, Ray. So, how have the raptors been?” Muldoon said. Arnold took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, “Well, there was one attack. But honestly Rob, nothing serious…” Arnold trailed off as he puffed his cigarette. “What happened, Ray?” Muldoon said, his face stern. Arnold put his cigarette in an ashtray by his desk, and continued.
“Well, 8 of the guards went to one of the security bunkers where raptors had attacked earlier. They never came back. But, since we have no cameras outside, we’ll never know what truly happened,” Arnold lit another cigarette and went on. “One of the drivers to the jeeps was killed, but the other 3 made it back. None of the guards were left alive. To tell you the truth, the most thing we found was blood.” Arnold puffed his cigarette then said, “Well, Hammond isn’t very happy with what happened, but hey, you can’t prevent this type of shit. Anyway, we can’t worry about this now, we’ve got other things to worry about, like Jurna for example.”
Arnold swung around in his chair, and continued typing at his console.
ISLA JURNA
An Augusta A109A helicopter soared high above the ocean. Near the tail of the helicopter the InGen logo had been placed. Inside, John Hammond sat, twirling his cane. John was an old man of 74, but he was in great condition for his age. He barely had any wrinkles, and was very healthy. His white, shaved beard made him look like Santa Claus, except with no belly.
The very top of his cane was fossilized tree sap, also know as amber. And inside was the very thing that made his dream come true. A mosquito. It most likely carried dinosaur blood, the exact thing that could make dinosaurs.
The speaker on the ceiling hissed with static, then the pilot, Brian Leonard, said, “Mr. Hammond, we’re nearing the island now, where do you wish me to put ‘er down?” Hammond set his gaze in front of him, on the wall that separated him from the cockpit, and he saw a red button labeled “PUSH TO TALK”. Above it was a speaker to talk in to. Hammond pushed the button and said, “Mr. Leonard, please take her down by the Visitors Center,” Hammond clicked off. The speaker hissed again, and Brian said, “Okay, Mr. Hammond.” Hammond smiled, and he looked out the window. He saw the lush greenery of an island begin. The helicopter entered through the island, right in between two foliage-covered mountains.
The helicopter flew over the lush foliage of the jungles that made up the island. Hammond looked out the window and saw two long necks of Brachiosaurs, munching on some leaves. Hammond watched as quite a few leaves fell away as the Brachiosaurs chewed, never even noticing.
The helicopter passed over quite a few buildings, and he caught a few signs that read, “Dinosaur Vet Station” and “Jurassic Hotel.” Hammond continued looking down at the island below, seeing workmen and guards walking down paths, each leading to a different building.
As the helicopter passed by the eastern coast, he saw the perimeter fencing all along the shore. The perimeter fencing was placed all along the coast of the island, making sure if dinosaurs ever escaped, they would never get through to the ocean and out to the mainland.
The helicopter finally approached the Visitors Center, and it set down at the helipad. The engines calmed, and the rotors slowly spun to a stop. The right door to the cockpit swung open, and Brian stepped out. He walked to the passenger door and opened it. John Hammond stepped out, his cane in hand. The sunlight reflected off the amber, casting golden-brown spots on Hammond’s shirt.
“G’day, Mr. Hammond.” Brian said as he climbed back into the cockpit, shutting the door behind him. The engine started small at first then increased in noise. The rotors quickly started spinning, and the helicopter sped off into the afternoon light.
Hammond watched the chopper leave, then looked towards the path that led to the Visitors Center.
In the distance, he heard a low bellow erupt around the island, the bellow of a Brachiosaurus. Hammond chuckled slightly, and started down the path.
Jake Smith typed at a computer console, screens appear at each touch of a button. Jake was in his mid thirties, and was very handsome. With one hand still busily typing at the console, the other stroked his mustache. His black hair seemed somewhat unkempt but it was nothing unusual. Jake had worked at Jurassic Park: Isla Jurna for quite some time.
The control room was very large with cathedral ceilings and computers taking up much of the space. In the next room was the genetics lab, which carried all the baby dinosaurs. But on this peculiar day, it was only Jake that was running things. Richard Markham, the head computer engineer, was off having lunch, putting Jake, second in command, in charge.
Jake typed a few keys at the console, and on the monitor appeared an image of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. It was sleeping at the moment, but it stood up anyways. He hit a few more keys, and another image appeared, showing a Tour Vehicle, or Jungle Explorer, driving down a dirt road. He hit some more keys, and an image of a Velociraptor appeared. Jake hit more keys, and the screen changed, showing quite a few color-coded graphs. At the side of the graphs showed the meaning of them. The first represented the park status, and everything seemed to be high, percentage wise. He looked towards the second graph, and that represented the herbivores’ health, and it seemed to be normal.
Jake started towards the third graph that represented the carnivores’ status. His mouth gaped as he looked to see the percentage at 34 percent.
Holy shit, Jake thought. What the hell happened? This would mean that many animals were dead, and that was not true…At least, he thought so. He blinked his eyes to see if he had looked to fast. Nope, it was the same. Damn it, Jake thought again. This would mean he would have to call in Hammond, and Hammond wouldn’t like it. 12 visitors were coming soon, and to have no animals on the tour would make the park a failure.
Jake’s thought was interrupted as Gregory Chard strode in. Greg was in his mid forties, and was slightly balding. He had dirty-blond hair, and was in good health.
“So Jake, how is everything running?” Greg said as he approached Jake’s desk.
“Ah hell, not so good,” Jake tilted the monitor towards Greg, who’s eyes got wide. Greg said, “Holy shit. Does this mean…” Jake shook his head ‘yes.’ The doors to the lab opened, and Jake and Greg expected to see one of the scientists, but they saw the head computer engineer, Richard Markham. Richard was your typical geek, with bulky, black glasses and a somewhat large stomach. His brown hair was slicked back, at an attempt to make himself look ‘cool.’
Jake then said, “Hey, Rich, do you know why the percentage on the carnivore readout is so low?”
Rick lifted from his desk, a can of Coca Cola in hand. He popped it open as he said, “Oh yeah. I did it,” He took a sip of his pop, not noticing the confused faces on Jake or Greg. Rick continued, “So if you’re wondering, no animals have died or been taken off the island. I just had to test if the program was following commands, you know, just so everything runs smoothly on Friday,”
Jake said, “So, you’re saying, that everything is fine? Nothing is wrong with the animals?” Rick took another sip and said, “Yep, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” He took another sip. “Well, I suggest we all get back to work, I’ve got a hella lot of work to do. You know, from double checking the tour program, the system, the animals, the supplies and deliveries.” Jake paid no attention as he set back to work, and Greg headed towards the lab.
Rick, now noticing nobody was listening, and Greg had left, said, “I should tell you, Jake, that Mr. Hammond will be here soon, so, clean up your desk, will you?”
Jake looked at his desk, noticing crumbled up papers, coke cans, and half eaten sandwiches were sprawled around the desk space.
Jake paused from typing as he began dumping things into the garbage can that was located by his desk.
Arrival
Patrick Wilson sat on a bench in a Costa Rican airport. The air was hot and humid.
He had asked the janitor several times if the air was on and he always had said, “Yes, Senor.”
Patrick was in his early thirties and had a lovely wife Mariah. She was a beautiful Mexican girl with velvety brown hair. Patrick had always fallen for her deep, hazel eyes. They had tried quite a few times for a child but nothing seemed to work. The young couple had decided to wait a little longer before they tried again.
Patrick had a career in Bioengineering and worked with the company of InGen. His boss; John Parker Hammond had invited him and his wife to visit his latest theme park. Patrick knew Hammond was very rich and had many parks but he just couldn’t figure out what other park he could build. Rarely he thought of a water park or something, but he knew Hammond wasn’t that kind of person. Hammond only had interest in Safaris, never Amusement parks.
Patrick fell into deep thought when Mariah stepped out of a bathroom. Patrick looked up and met her gaze. God, he thought, she is truly a gift. Mariah came and sat down next to her husband who looked at her with loving eyes. His gaze was torn away when the speakers above them rang, “Flight 32 now boarding, flight 32 now boarding.”
“Whelp,” Patrick said, “We better get going.” His wife grabbed for her purse as he grabbed the two suitcases. The two walked down the hall towards the boarding station. Patrick handed the stewardess their passes and boarded the Helicopter.
Cramped, but luxurious, the helicopter had 3 other passengers that were already boarded: Chris Manuel, Thad Maxwell, and Sharon Maxwell. After they all exchanged greetings, the jet took off for the park. Chris and Thad looked odd to Patrick. They wore khaki shorts, straw hats, and tropical ties. Patrick didn’t bother to say anything but he couldn’t help wondering.
Nearing the end of the trip, Thad struck up conversation.
“So,” He said looking at Patrick and Mariah. “You work for uh, Mr. Hammond?” He seemed hesitant for words.
“Patrick does…” Mariah forced a smile.
Patrick, who was staring out the window, replied, “Yes. I work for Mr. Hammond,” He continued to stare, avoiding eye contact.
“What about you two?” He looked at Charles and Thad. “You two work for Hammond?”
Chris said, “I’m a lawyer actually. I’ve worked with Hammond on this park for some time.”
"What is the park even for?"
"Dinosaurs..."
Patrick looked out the window.
“He we are…”
The helicopter sped towards the mountainous, foggy island.
White plumes of waves collapsed on the rocky coast.
The helicopter entered a steep valley. Patrick smiled.
Finally, he thought. A vacation.
As the helicopter flew deeper into the island the valley became thinner, the helicopter being surrounded in foliage.
Patrick stared in awe. The helicopter burst from the valley and over a huge complex. He saw another helicopter landing at a helipad. The helicopter circled a few times before touching down.
Patrick grabbed his wife’s hand as they stepped out onto the helipad. Thad, Charles, and Sharon followed.
Two Ford Explorers pulled up by the pad. They were painted in jungle colors with red striped lining most of the car. ‘Jurassic Park’ was painted on the cars flanks. The doors opened automatically. Patrick noticed there were no drivers but saw a track that ran in the roadway.
Patrick stepped inside the first vehicle. The doors closed and the cars began driving with an electric hum.
Jake Smith sipped a cup of coffee. He intently watched the tour vehicles on his monitor as they passed the Visitors Center. He typed a few keys on the console and an image of a pack of Velociraptors appeared.
Oh yeah, Jake thought. This is gonna be one hell of a weekend.
I hope you all enjoy this story because I certainly enjoy writing it.
Stay tuned for more!
Special thanks to AG5 for the title. :)
Thanks to IceBreaker for insperation. :)
8/7/2002 3:31:49 PM
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