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Trespasser: Intro
By cydocha1129
Hi fellow JP fans! I have, in the past, gone under the name of Evolution and some other I forget. Anyway, I’m re-releasing my stories under Cydocha1129 (seeing how I only got a couple chapters into them), with some changes. Apparently, people like ‘em, so I have now decided to finish them. Enjoy!
Hello, fellow Jurassic Park fans. I am a sixteen-year-old JP enthusiast known as Cydocha1129. I am not a newcomer to this website, but I am a newcomer to the world of electronically published stories. You see, I have been writing stories based on Jurassic Park and its branches, but I always ended up getting at dead ends. Then I discovered a game called Trespasser, a PC game based on The Lost World. It thrilled me…kinda.
The character in the game, played by Minnie Driver, gave me an idea for a story, and I have since improved upon it. That story is what follows this introduction to the world of Trespasser, for the people who do not know of it. This is not a copy of a similarly titled story by another author, and to tell you the truth I have yet to read it. Some of what you will read will be taken from Trespasser(the manual and the video game), and most will not. The characters and places are based on the game, which I hope will make for an interesting story. If you own this game and play it, try not to look at the following as plagiarism. There are excerpts from both the game and the manual, but it does not make up the majority of the story. The parts that are from the game and/or manual will be noted by asterisks(*) from the beginning of the excerpt to the end.
Every once in a while, the main character, Anne Smith (Anne doesn't have a last name in the game), will remember some excerpts from John Hammond's "Jurassic Time", a memoir that will be described as you read along. These will be characterized by colons(:), and then Hammond's words in quotation marks(")
I hope this will be an educational in-look on Site B and the world of Jurassic Park that Michael Crichton has created. I hope you enjoy this story, and thank you for accepting me into your realm of Jurassic Park maniacs.
Trespasser
by evolution
introduction: The History of InGen
*In 1979, Stanford geneticist Norman Atherton and flamboyant venture capitalist John Hammond founded International Genetic Technologies–"InGen." Utilizing $850 million of foreign venture capital, the company initiated a secret program of genetic research at an island facility near Costa Rica.
InGen scientists retrieved DNA from dinosaurs of the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods and cloned them to produce living examples of several long-extinct animal species. This revolutionary research ranked with the atomic bomb as one of the most startling scientific achievements of the 20th century. Hammond's intention was to display them in an animal preserve, a "Jurassic Park."
Despite the scientific successes, a series of accidents and betrayals resulted in the overall failure of the project and the downfall of the InGen Corporation. The first major setback occurred during a safety inspection of the park in 1989, when several adult dinosaurs escaped from confinement. Hammond was forced to file for Chapter 11 bankruptcy and attempted to conceal the events from public knowledge. Then, during a 1997 InGen mission intended to reclaim surviving dinosaurs for exhibition, a Tyrannosaurus Rex was accidentally set free in San Diego, California. Subsequently, John Hammond published a memoir, Jurassic Time, in which he told the story of InGen's rise and fall. The work was initially regarded as fiction since few hard facts about the events at Jurassic Park and the research facility, Site B, ever reached the public.*
prologue: altitude
The cabin of the Piper PA-31 Navajo pitched to the right terribly. In her seat, Anne Smith forced her dinner, or at least what was left of it, to stay in her stomach. She looked back, towards the rear of the twelve-seat airplane. She closed her eyes, felt her brunette hair fall over her face. Her skin, tan from the sun of Costa Rica, was an unhealthy shade of green.
Anne hated flying and everything that had to do with it, but she needed a break from work. She would rather fly than serve people food hour after grueling hour. There was no way she was going to drive down from New York City to Costa Rica, it was way too long. A cruise was a consideration for a while, but she didn't have the monetary support. Flying was the only way she could do it.
The trip down wasn't so bad, there had been very little turbulence. She was happy. The trip went so well that she decided to pitch in some more money for a tour of the surrounding islands. The flight was great for about an hour, then a storm flew in. There was lightning, hail, rain, all of the above. Anne knew the pilots were lost. She had seen the same dark form, an island possibly, outside her window for an hour. It would shrink and get bigger. Shrink and get bigger. Shrink and get bigger. They were flying in circles.
Anne put her forehead to the window. There was a large thunder cloud about two miles away. Lightning flashed from it and it glowed bright purple, like a monster out of a nightmare. As lightning flashed, Anne saw that the dark form was indeed an island. It was large. She thought for a while what island it might be, until her stomach lurched. She ran to the bathroom.
As she was about to heave, the plane banked to the right. She spewed. Vomit splatted against the door. She wiped her mouth with a paper towel, then she wiped the door the best she could. She didn't hit her target, the toilet, at all.
As she was about to leave the bathroom, a bang echoed through the plane. It was loud, metallic. Silence. The only noise were the people suddenly talking or screaming and the propellers moving; Anne blanked them all out. She was listening for something...she heard it. It was a sound she had dreaded since early childhood. Air from the outside was hissing into the cabin.
Suddenly, without warning, an alarm sounded. Gas masks piled down from above the cabin seats. The plane pitched downward. Anne held on to the bathroom door. She was now in the cabin, her legs dangling downward. The plane began to spiral at a ninety degree angle. Anne watched as passengers fell downward, screaming loudly. She saw one passenger, a middle aged Costa Rican native man, fall through the door that linked the cabin to the cockpit. The man fell right onto the pilot, his feet kicking the back of the co-pilot's neck. Blood spattered across the cockpit. As the native hit the pilots, he bounced onto the controls. Sparks flew everywhere, accompanied by sizzles. The cabin went black. The man screamed, along with everyone else in the Navajo. There was the sound of glass breaking. The man's screaming got fainter, fainter, fainter. Anne knew he must have crashed right through the windshield of the cockpit.
Anne felt the cabin spinning, heard screams, felt air rush in and out of the cabin, herd people getting sucked out of the aircraft, recognizable by the sounds of diminishing screams. Suddenly, she could see ground. It was the island she had seen that they were circling. IT WAS GETTING BIGGER. Anne could now make out details; there was a tree canopy, a group of mountains, possibly volcanoes, and a beach.
Anne's hands slipped. She fell, screaming loudly. She watched the ground get closer and closer. She could see that she was still inside the plane, in the cockpit. She grabbed the pilot's seat. The ground suddenly came up to meet her. There was the deafening sound of metal crunching for a split second, and then blackness. Nothing.
coming soon: Trespasser-Chapter 1
6/14/2003 11:49:12 AM
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