Allanea
22-07-2006, 13:00
OOC: This is a result of me thinking of what Jurassic Park would be like if it took place in Allanea.
IC:
Dinosaur Island, Somewhere in the Greater Prussian Bay
The helicopter rose into the morning sky, leaving them on the pad – Michael Trevington, a security expert from Allanea, his wife, Martha Trevington, a hair stylist, their children – Lynda and Travis, Moses Rosenbaum - a Jewish businessman with double Reichskamphen and Allanean citizenship and overreaching global connections, monsieur Dominique Sieyes – an Amestrian biologist, and finally Robert Torrez – a reporter for the Allanea-Times.
Approaching them came a tall man in sunglasses and a white suit. “Good day! I'm Dr. Huxley's assistant, Benedetto Fiore. As you will see, Dr. Huxley has done an incredible thing here.”
As they followed Fiore, the biologist was the first to ask: “Excusez-moi, Monsieur Fiore, mais.... qu'est la chose incredible que... - what is the great thing, I mean, that le docteur Huxlee has done?”
“That.”
They were standing in front of an immense glass-and-steel building, which seemed to jut out straight out of completely wild jungle. An impressive sign read: WELCOME TO DINOSAUR ISLAND.
“Why is it called Dinosaur Island, precisely? Your invitation was vague... only said that I should inspect it, and that you'll pay us more for the visit that I earn in a year. Even said you will pay for each child we bring.”
“And you will be paid.” - smiled Rosenbaum. - “Don't worry. I'm a key shareholder in this project – but here comes the good doctor – le bon docteur arrive, Monsieur Sieyes – and he'll explain everything.”
The good doctor was a slightly fattish man, with a long white beard and glasses. He was smiling as put forwards the explanation – and showed the guests their hotel rooms.
“The idea of the project... well, it's called Dinosaur Island for a reason. Namely, we took dinosaurs – from MassPwnage, and some other nations where the wonderful lizards still have a habitat. - and we put them on display here. We have several hundred velociraptors in enclosed safari spaces, we have a tyrannosaurus rex or three, we have almost any dinosaur possible – all separated from the viewing public with electric fences, of course. On the other side of the island there's a golf course, a shooting range – enclosed, of course - and several swimming pools.”
“Neat. “ - said Travis and Lynda in perfect unison.
“Ehm...” - said the Amestrian - “this is nearly sacrilegious you know. This... comment ce dire... torturing Mother Nature, la belle mere Gaia in this fashion... c'est dangereux, aussi, pas seulement immorale”
“I do not happen to share your view of morality, Mr. Sieyes. As for safety, tomorrow all of you will be able to inspect this place from the tour cars we will provide – Humvees, of course, for optimal comfort and safety in case of an accident.” - the doctor pretended not to notice the Amestrian's expression at the word 'Humvee'. - “If any of you have brought swimsuits or sporting equipment, I suggest you drop them in the trunk tomorrow morning, as after the tour you will be guided to our facilities on the other side of the island. I understand that Mr. Sieyes and Mr. Rosenbaum had brought their golf clubs, for instance, and I am sure Mrs. Trevington brought her swimsuit... anyway, where was I? Ah, yes. Tomorrow morning you'll be able to use our cars to enjoy our guided tour through the Island.”
“And this evening?” - asked the ever-so-practical Martha.
“Tonight you will rest in the hotel. The personnel have not arrived yet, but my assisstant and I will serve you dinner and breakfast...”
* * * *
The morning after, they descended towards the parking lot, where indeed three bright-red Humvees awaited. Most were smiling merrily – they found that Dr. Huxley and his assistant prepared excellent supper for nine – even though most of it was simply heated, it still tasted like a proper hotel meal should, which was after all the point. Again the Amestrian rose an eyebrow at the immense bags the Allaneans tossed into the back of the Hummers – which made the bags look somehow less immense, though.
”Ce sont les betes comme ca qui sont le raison ils ont prohibi toutes les voitures dans Amestria” - he pointed out. The Allaneans laughed in unison, and the cars began moving. The doctor drove the front car, explaining about the different kinds of dinosaurs they met on their way onwards. Thanks to the screens in the dashes and seats of the Hummers, everybody could see and hear the lecture.
The electric fencing was indeed immense - though Trevington was unimpressed. When asked why, he simply smiled and said to the Doctor: “Ess-Pee-Efff.”
“Ess-Pee-Eff? What is that?”
“I will explain in detail in my review if you do not mind. It is rather... technical, and I do not want to worry the biologist.”
The children on the other hand, riding in the last car of the convoy, were positively excited. They thought the journalist – who was driving it – a wonderful person, and him driving with one hand and filming with the other simply cool.. Martha Trevington was less happy about this, but she was safely in the first car with the Doctor and her husband. The second was shared by Mr. Rosenbaum and Sieyes, who of course could not drive.
They were so occupied by looking at the dynonychii, and the velociraptors, and the allosaurs, and so on, that they did not hear the faint crackling that came from the fences half an hour into the trip, and then stopped.
It was only during one of the stops (to inspect another dinosaur) that they discovered something was wrong. It was then that the image on all of the monitors shifted, now demonstrating the face of Benedetto Fiore.
Hello, friends. – the voice coming from the monitors was nowhere near 'friendly'. - Perhaps Mr. Sieyes would not accept my apologies, but I apologize wholeheartedly – he will die for a noble cause. You all will. You see.. I agree with the Amestrian, here. I think to do what Dr. Huxley did to the innocent animals – bringing them here, putting them on display like that - is merely unnecessary cruelty. I think there should be an end to it, and there will be. There already has been – you may have heard a strange crackling noise when the electric fences powered down.
“Shma Israel, adonai eloheinu, adonai ehad.” - whispered Rosenbaum.
Yes. I did it. I set the lizards loose. I'm a member of the ALFA – Animal Liberation Front of Allanea. And this, friends, is the greatest direct action ever pulled off by an ALFA member this century. If you care, I already left the island. My helicopter is already in the air. Yours – in case you manage not to get eaten by the dinosaurs – is still on the roof of the hotel.
“Jesus.” - breathed out Martha, looking for something in her purse.
No, this is not an attempt to kill you, Dr. Huxley. I frankly don't care if you live or die. I have already accomplished my mission – I freed these proud, ancient reptiles. Well, goodbye. And good luck. You're going to need it.
The screen turned off.
Huxley paled. “Gentlemen... I believe we have a problem. Honestly, this wasn't part of my plan.”
“A pity.” - said Trevington. “Had you arranged for this on purpose, it would have made for an excellent adventure safari. As it stands, you're just an idiot with a Ph.D. who designed the security of his project with a Single Point of Failure – that's what I meant by Eff-Pee-Ess earlier.”
Huxley was silent.
“Also, there's atyrannosaurus fucking rex behind us on the road. It's right between us and the hotel.”
Huxley turned slowly – and indeed, there it was – at least forty feet tail to head, an immense primal monster, moving slowly, with surprising grace, towards the last car.
The car with the children in it.
“Ohmygodohmygod! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!” - screamed Martha, her hand still in her purse.
“Shhh... it reacts to movement and sound. Everybody remain motionless and nothing will go wrong.” - said Huxley in Sieyes, in unison.
Michael Trevington reached for his long bag. He opened it calmly to reveal a hunting rifle – a Remington M700 Safari.
At that same moment, the tyrannosaurus lunged forward. Lynda and Travis could feel its breath in their faces – and it would have bit Travis' head plain off if it wouldn't have impacted one of the roll bars of the open-top Humvee with it's lower jaw.
The roll bar bent slightly, but held, and the Hummer tilted, it's hind wheels even lifting slightly off the ground for a second as the dinosaur lifted it's head and emitted a low but loud roar of pain and anger.
Michael Trevington fired the rifle.
The head of a dinosaur is a spectacular sample of engineering – especially the five-foot long head of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Regardless, not even that can stand up to a 510-grain hollowpoint round moving at 643 meters per second and carrying with it 6,822 joules of kinetic energy.
This particular round missed the small brain of the dinosaur. It merely threw it's head backwards, shocked it, broke it's neck, and cut off several arteries. The second shot went through the monster's belly and stopped, lodging in it's spine – paralyzing it's lower limbs. It collapsed like a fallen tree.
It was somehow still breathing when Robert Torrez put the last car in reverse and the Hummer's wheel began to climb the immense skull. Lynda and Travis cheered at the sickening crack.
“Okaaaaay.” - said Trevington. “So what do we do now, Doctor Huxley?”
The old man shrugged, his face almost the same shade as his lab coat. “I was just almost eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Sir. I don't think that 'make it for the hotel and use the helicopter to get off the island' is quite an original suggestion, but that's the best I can do.”
'Well, then.' - smiled Trevington - “It seems quite a good idea to me.”
The Amestrian biologist bent over to the comm screen in his car and spoke: “Umm, I would not like to seem rude, but what about... what if there are more of the dinosaurs? I mean, the carnivores. The kind qui veulent de nous manger.”
Martha drew her hand from her puise – and with it, her snubby .500 revolver.
“Mon dieu.” - whispered the Amestrian. Next to him, Rosenbaum reached for his bags, extracting – from the same bag where he held his golf bats - a Remington 870 shotgun.
The reporter, too, drew a weapon – an MP-7 – from his jacket. Travis was fiddling with his long tourist bag, and in a few second, his ABR-8 rifle was out and loaded with a drum magazine. From somewhere – where exactly, the Amestrian could not exactly figure out – Michael Trevington's elder son fished out a beige jacket with large pockets and colorful badges, a green tie and hat, and put them on with amazing speed – while the younger Lynda simply loaded up her own weapon – a CAR-15 rifle in blazing pink (with purple heart patterns).
“Are you prepared, son?” - chuckled Michael through the comm system.
“Always prepared, Dad.” - Travis pulled the bolt on his rifle back and released it, hearing a satisfactory clank as it fed a cartridge into the chamber.
“Let's turn back now. “
And they did, going towards the hotel in the same order as they came towards the golfcourses.
To Be Continued
IC:
Dinosaur Island, Somewhere in the Greater Prussian Bay
The helicopter rose into the morning sky, leaving them on the pad – Michael Trevington, a security expert from Allanea, his wife, Martha Trevington, a hair stylist, their children – Lynda and Travis, Moses Rosenbaum - a Jewish businessman with double Reichskamphen and Allanean citizenship and overreaching global connections, monsieur Dominique Sieyes – an Amestrian biologist, and finally Robert Torrez – a reporter for the Allanea-Times.
Approaching them came a tall man in sunglasses and a white suit. “Good day! I'm Dr. Huxley's assistant, Benedetto Fiore. As you will see, Dr. Huxley has done an incredible thing here.”
As they followed Fiore, the biologist was the first to ask: “Excusez-moi, Monsieur Fiore, mais.... qu'est la chose incredible que... - what is the great thing, I mean, that le docteur Huxlee has done?”
“That.”
They were standing in front of an immense glass-and-steel building, which seemed to jut out straight out of completely wild jungle. An impressive sign read: WELCOME TO DINOSAUR ISLAND.
“Why is it called Dinosaur Island, precisely? Your invitation was vague... only said that I should inspect it, and that you'll pay us more for the visit that I earn in a year. Even said you will pay for each child we bring.”
“And you will be paid.” - smiled Rosenbaum. - “Don't worry. I'm a key shareholder in this project – but here comes the good doctor – le bon docteur arrive, Monsieur Sieyes – and he'll explain everything.”
The good doctor was a slightly fattish man, with a long white beard and glasses. He was smiling as put forwards the explanation – and showed the guests their hotel rooms.
“The idea of the project... well, it's called Dinosaur Island for a reason. Namely, we took dinosaurs – from MassPwnage, and some other nations where the wonderful lizards still have a habitat. - and we put them on display here. We have several hundred velociraptors in enclosed safari spaces, we have a tyrannosaurus rex or three, we have almost any dinosaur possible – all separated from the viewing public with electric fences, of course. On the other side of the island there's a golf course, a shooting range – enclosed, of course - and several swimming pools.”
“Neat. “ - said Travis and Lynda in perfect unison.
“Ehm...” - said the Amestrian - “this is nearly sacrilegious you know. This... comment ce dire... torturing Mother Nature, la belle mere Gaia in this fashion... c'est dangereux, aussi, pas seulement immorale”
“I do not happen to share your view of morality, Mr. Sieyes. As for safety, tomorrow all of you will be able to inspect this place from the tour cars we will provide – Humvees, of course, for optimal comfort and safety in case of an accident.” - the doctor pretended not to notice the Amestrian's expression at the word 'Humvee'. - “If any of you have brought swimsuits or sporting equipment, I suggest you drop them in the trunk tomorrow morning, as after the tour you will be guided to our facilities on the other side of the island. I understand that Mr. Sieyes and Mr. Rosenbaum had brought their golf clubs, for instance, and I am sure Mrs. Trevington brought her swimsuit... anyway, where was I? Ah, yes. Tomorrow morning you'll be able to use our cars to enjoy our guided tour through the Island.”
“And this evening?” - asked the ever-so-practical Martha.
“Tonight you will rest in the hotel. The personnel have not arrived yet, but my assisstant and I will serve you dinner and breakfast...”
* * * *
The morning after, they descended towards the parking lot, where indeed three bright-red Humvees awaited. Most were smiling merrily – they found that Dr. Huxley and his assistant prepared excellent supper for nine – even though most of it was simply heated, it still tasted like a proper hotel meal should, which was after all the point. Again the Amestrian rose an eyebrow at the immense bags the Allaneans tossed into the back of the Hummers – which made the bags look somehow less immense, though.
”Ce sont les betes comme ca qui sont le raison ils ont prohibi toutes les voitures dans Amestria” - he pointed out. The Allaneans laughed in unison, and the cars began moving. The doctor drove the front car, explaining about the different kinds of dinosaurs they met on their way onwards. Thanks to the screens in the dashes and seats of the Hummers, everybody could see and hear the lecture.
The electric fencing was indeed immense - though Trevington was unimpressed. When asked why, he simply smiled and said to the Doctor: “Ess-Pee-Efff.”
“Ess-Pee-Eff? What is that?”
“I will explain in detail in my review if you do not mind. It is rather... technical, and I do not want to worry the biologist.”
The children on the other hand, riding in the last car of the convoy, were positively excited. They thought the journalist – who was driving it – a wonderful person, and him driving with one hand and filming with the other simply cool.. Martha Trevington was less happy about this, but she was safely in the first car with the Doctor and her husband. The second was shared by Mr. Rosenbaum and Sieyes, who of course could not drive.
They were so occupied by looking at the dynonychii, and the velociraptors, and the allosaurs, and so on, that they did not hear the faint crackling that came from the fences half an hour into the trip, and then stopped.
It was only during one of the stops (to inspect another dinosaur) that they discovered something was wrong. It was then that the image on all of the monitors shifted, now demonstrating the face of Benedetto Fiore.
Hello, friends. – the voice coming from the monitors was nowhere near 'friendly'. - Perhaps Mr. Sieyes would not accept my apologies, but I apologize wholeheartedly – he will die for a noble cause. You all will. You see.. I agree with the Amestrian, here. I think to do what Dr. Huxley did to the innocent animals – bringing them here, putting them on display like that - is merely unnecessary cruelty. I think there should be an end to it, and there will be. There already has been – you may have heard a strange crackling noise when the electric fences powered down.
“Shma Israel, adonai eloheinu, adonai ehad.” - whispered Rosenbaum.
Yes. I did it. I set the lizards loose. I'm a member of the ALFA – Animal Liberation Front of Allanea. And this, friends, is the greatest direct action ever pulled off by an ALFA member this century. If you care, I already left the island. My helicopter is already in the air. Yours – in case you manage not to get eaten by the dinosaurs – is still on the roof of the hotel.
“Jesus.” - breathed out Martha, looking for something in her purse.
No, this is not an attempt to kill you, Dr. Huxley. I frankly don't care if you live or die. I have already accomplished my mission – I freed these proud, ancient reptiles. Well, goodbye. And good luck. You're going to need it.
The screen turned off.
Huxley paled. “Gentlemen... I believe we have a problem. Honestly, this wasn't part of my plan.”
“A pity.” - said Trevington. “Had you arranged for this on purpose, it would have made for an excellent adventure safari. As it stands, you're just an idiot with a Ph.D. who designed the security of his project with a Single Point of Failure – that's what I meant by Eff-Pee-Ess earlier.”
Huxley was silent.
“Also, there's atyrannosaurus fucking rex behind us on the road. It's right between us and the hotel.”
Huxley turned slowly – and indeed, there it was – at least forty feet tail to head, an immense primal monster, moving slowly, with surprising grace, towards the last car.
The car with the children in it.
“Ohmygodohmygod! SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!” - screamed Martha, her hand still in her purse.
“Shhh... it reacts to movement and sound. Everybody remain motionless and nothing will go wrong.” - said Huxley in Sieyes, in unison.
Michael Trevington reached for his long bag. He opened it calmly to reveal a hunting rifle – a Remington M700 Safari.
At that same moment, the tyrannosaurus lunged forward. Lynda and Travis could feel its breath in their faces – and it would have bit Travis' head plain off if it wouldn't have impacted one of the roll bars of the open-top Humvee with it's lower jaw.
The roll bar bent slightly, but held, and the Hummer tilted, it's hind wheels even lifting slightly off the ground for a second as the dinosaur lifted it's head and emitted a low but loud roar of pain and anger.
Michael Trevington fired the rifle.
The head of a dinosaur is a spectacular sample of engineering – especially the five-foot long head of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Regardless, not even that can stand up to a 510-grain hollowpoint round moving at 643 meters per second and carrying with it 6,822 joules of kinetic energy.
This particular round missed the small brain of the dinosaur. It merely threw it's head backwards, shocked it, broke it's neck, and cut off several arteries. The second shot went through the monster's belly and stopped, lodging in it's spine – paralyzing it's lower limbs. It collapsed like a fallen tree.
It was somehow still breathing when Robert Torrez put the last car in reverse and the Hummer's wheel began to climb the immense skull. Lynda and Travis cheered at the sickening crack.
“Okaaaaay.” - said Trevington. “So what do we do now, Doctor Huxley?”
The old man shrugged, his face almost the same shade as his lab coat. “I was just almost eaten by a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Sir. I don't think that 'make it for the hotel and use the helicopter to get off the island' is quite an original suggestion, but that's the best I can do.”
'Well, then.' - smiled Trevington - “It seems quite a good idea to me.”
The Amestrian biologist bent over to the comm screen in his car and spoke: “Umm, I would not like to seem rude, but what about... what if there are more of the dinosaurs? I mean, the carnivores. The kind qui veulent de nous manger.”
Martha drew her hand from her puise – and with it, her snubby .500 revolver.
“Mon dieu.” - whispered the Amestrian. Next to him, Rosenbaum reached for his bags, extracting – from the same bag where he held his golf bats - a Remington 870 shotgun.
The reporter, too, drew a weapon – an MP-7 – from his jacket. Travis was fiddling with his long tourist bag, and in a few second, his ABR-8 rifle was out and loaded with a drum magazine. From somewhere – where exactly, the Amestrian could not exactly figure out – Michael Trevington's elder son fished out a beige jacket with large pockets and colorful badges, a green tie and hat, and put them on with amazing speed – while the younger Lynda simply loaded up her own weapon – a CAR-15 rifle in blazing pink (with purple heart patterns).
“Are you prepared, son?” - chuckled Michael through the comm system.
“Always prepared, Dad.” - Travis pulled the bolt on his rifle back and released it, hearing a satisfactory clank as it fed a cartridge into the chamber.
“Let's turn back now. “
And they did, going towards the hotel in the same order as they came towards the golfcourses.
To Be Continued