Chapter 1
A/N: I don't own TFP or Jurassic Park.
Off the coast of an island a boat was riding in the Sea of Rust. Three femmes, and their uncle were strapped to a parachute that was tied to a boat. "Get us as close as you can," the mech said to the captain.
"Alright," the capitan said, "but not too close. You don't wanna be eaten."
The parachute lifted as high as it could go in the air, making the group soar. "This is amazing," the purple femme said.
"See anything yet?" the blue one asked her uncle.
"Nothing yet," he said holding a video camera.
Down below the boat went through some dense fog. All the parachute riders felt was the rope being jerked. "What was that?" the pink one asked.
"Not sure," the uncle said.
Looking down they see the boat come out of the fog, but it was torn up and empty, energon splattering parts of it. Looking ahead they see it heading for some rocks. Quickly thinking they unlatched the parachute from the unmanned boat, and flew towards the island.
-.-
A young green and black femme sat down playing with predacon toys, Ratchet sat next to the young femme in a back yard of a large house, trying to explain the difference between herbivores and carnivores to his six year old cousin. "Ratch," Shade said holding her two month old sparkling, "she's six wait till she's eight."
"Fine," he said.
"Shade," a femme said.
"Yes?" Shade turned balancing the blue and green femmeling on her hip.
"The publishers want to discuss the next chapter of your book," she said.
Shade nodded, and turned to Thunderwing as he walked up. "Hey honey," she gave him a quick kiss before he took little Oceana from her.
"How's my little seeker?" he asked.
"Sire," Nightshade said walking up with her toys. "Ratchet showed me the difference between a herbivore and a carnivore." She held up the respective toys as she named them.
"Well that's great!" he said. "Thanks Ratchet."
"No problem," the young doctor told his uncle.
-.-
"What you working on now?" Shhade asked her nephew.
"Same old trama patents," Ratchet said, "and I only need to go when I'm called in."
"Anything with Predacons?"
"I go study the guys' predacons, but I also look at raptors every now and then," he said grabbing a glass of energon. "Remember the sounds they made?"
"I've dealt with them twice, which is two times too much," Shade said. "I really try not to."
"Well turns out you were right on how smart they are, since I'm your nephew, I've gotten called on a few skeleton execrations, and turns out they have a large resonating chamber," Ratchet said.
"They can talk to each other, work as a team," Shade said in surprise.
"They're some of the smartest animals that ever lived."
-.-
Ratchet stood in front of an auditorium giving off the new discoveries on raptor intelligence. "Any questions?" he said finishing his lecture. Every servo in the room was raised. "Any question at doesn't deal with Predacon Park, or the Iacon port incident that I did not witness?" Most servos lowered, but one mech stood up. "Yes?"
"My question relates to Predacon Park a little bit, but how well did you view the Raptor's intelligence? And was it there you got the clue on how smart they were?" he asked.
"I got to meet the brunt end of that intelligence, they systematically attacked the fences of their cage, found out how to open doors, and I saw them communicate with one another. As for your other question, this was something my aunt, Dr. Shade, was speculating on since before I was even interested in paleontology, but it did help in my investigation of confirming it," Ratchet answered.
"Would you go back to study them if you had the opportunity?" a femme asked.
"Not even Primus himself could get me back on those islands," Ratchet said.
-.-
"Skyfire," a mech asked.
"Yea?" a blue femme with red and yellow streaks asked.
"Can you help me, I don't think I'm doing this right," the new mech said.
"You're doing fairly well, but try the dentabrush instead," she stated.
"Skyfire," Ratchet said.
"Ratchet," she said running to him. The model's all ready. Going into a tent, she picked up the model of the piece that gave raptors such a complex sound system. "I ran the prototype that makes models of any different part of the skull," she said, "I give you the velociraptor resonating chamber." Blowing into it, it the sound of the velociraptor came out.
"Great job," he said holding it.
"Dr. Ratchet?"
Turning around Ratchet was greeted by a blue mech. "Seaspray," the mech said handing him his card.
"You're an enforcer, what can I do for you sir?" Ratchet asked. "Are we doing something wrong?"
"No," Seaspray said. "The thing is my sparkmate and I have a proposition for you, and we'd like to have dinner to discuss it with you."
"Dinner? Over what?" Megatron asked walking up a fully grown Predaking behind him.
"Oh, sir," Seaspray said with a salute. "You don't need to bother yourself with this."
"I'd personally like to see what this venture is," the nineteen year old said. "We'd love to come. My place six?"
"Whatever works for you," Seaspray said.
"Fine," Ratchet growled.
-.-
Ratchet sat a large table with Optimus, Megatron, Skyfire, and they were waiting on the couple. "Where's Sentinel?" Ratchet asked.
"In some meeting at Crystal City," the sixteen year old, next Prime said.
"Sorry we're late," Seaspray said walking in.
"No problem," Optimus said.
"This is my Sparkmate, Duststorm," he gestured to the pink and purple femme next to him.
"You see it's our anniversary, and we're going to charter a hovercraft to fly us over the Predacon islands, and we'd like you to be our expert for the trip," Seaspray said.
"There's mechs that are more qualified than I am," Ratchet argued.
"Actually, as the nephew of Cybertron's leading predacon expert, there isn't anyone besides, her, that's more qualified than you," Optimus said rubbing Darksteel's helm.
"We wouldn't be able to fly low enough to see anything," Ratchet argued.
"Actually, since our family still owns the islands, we can give them special permission," Megatron said. "So we'll do it. We can use our private hovercraft, and we can all go over the islands."
"My lords," Duststorm said. "You don't need to come we can charter our own hovercraft."
"Nonsense," Megatron said. "Predaking and Darksteel need to see their roots, so this is the perfect opportunity to show them."
-.-
Ratchet was about ready to hit the future Lord High Protector upside the helm with a wrench, for dragging him and Skyfire into this. Looking out the window, he sees Predaking and Darksteel flying behind them, since they were too big to fit in the hovercraft now.
"We're almost there," Seaspray said coming back from the cockpit.
The ship flew over the island, herds of predacons running across the fields. "If you look out to your left you can see a herd of Brachiosaurs grazing in the trees there, and Predaking eating something," Ratchet said.
"Can you see anything?" Seaspray asked the poilet.
"Not yet sir," he answered.
"If you look to your right, you'll see a herd of triceratops, and Darksteel, also eating something" Ratchet said.
"Seaspray," the piolet said. "There's a landing strip up ahead, you want us to bring her down?"
"No, do a circle around the island first, then land," he answered.
"Wait, we can't land here," Optimus said, remembering last time he was on one of these islands.
"We can explain," the couple said.
"Yes, please explain," Megatron said looking rather furious. But then looked surprised when the hovercraft landed.
They all got out and began loading weapons, Duststorm was shouting names into the trees.
"Duststrom! That's a terrible idea!" Ratchet shouted.
"What?" she shouted back revealing the fact that she was holding a megaphone.
"That's a terrible idea!" the three tha had been here before shouted. It was then a roar reached them.
"T-rex?" Skyfire asked.
"Bigger," Ratchet said.
"RUN!" three of the four armed mechs shouted running into the plane the others fallowing.
"What about the other guy?" Optimus asked as the fast hoovercraft began to move.
"He's a pro he can handle himself!" one mech said.
The mech ran in front of the craft, waving his arms. Opening the window Megatron whistled, and Predaking flew next to them. "Predaking, fetch!" he said pointing at the fourteen year old mech. The dragon predacon nodded and flew towards him opening his front claws to grab him.
The mech looked relieved, but then panicked as a huge silver Spinosaurus ran after the mech. The mech ran to the flying predacon, who grabbed him and barely lifed him out of the way. The larger ground predacon tried biting Predaking's tail, but Darksteel shot a fire blast at it. Roaring in pain and anger, the Spinosaurus stood taller, it's spine hitting the hovercraft. The craft was knocked out of the sky, and fell in a tree.
Everyone groaned as they sat up. "Is anyone severely injured?" Ratchet asked.
"No."
"Just a few dents."
"I'm fine.
"I have a cut."
"Does being traumatized count?"
"Why did I let you all drag me into this?"
"At least we're safe."
Optimus got up and opened the door, looking down he sees they're in a tree. "I hate trees," the young Prime muttered.
A second after he closed the door the plane shook. "What was that?" Seaspray asked.
"AHHHHHH!" Duststorm screamed as she saw the optic of the Spinosaurus looking in. Everyone looked where she was looking, but saw nothing.
A split second later, the front of the plane was ripped off. Screaming the piolets moved further back, but the one holding the satellite comm was eaten. They all ran to the back of the hovercraft, sending it falling out of the tree. "This is why I hate trees," Optimus said, when they were on the ground.
After a moment they thought it was gone, but then the craft bean rolling. They were all screaming and crying out in pain, as they were bounced around inside the craft. It stopped when they ran into a tree. Seeing the beast approach, Duststorm tried running, but was held back by Optimus, who knew better.
It was then it started to crush the craft. After the windows shattered, it started ripping into it. Thankfully they all managed to get out and avoid the snapping jaws. They ran into an open area, when Megatron spotted an area of dense forest next to them. "This way!" he yelled, and they all ran.
After a bit they stopped. "I think we lost it," Ratchet said. Two familiar cries sounded, and Darksteel landed, as did Predaking, setting down the mech he grabbed. They began walking when they stumbled upon a carcass. "Don't worry it's dead." It was then the t-rex reared its ugly muzzle again. "No one move," Ratchet said.
It roared and everyone, but the three with experience and the predacons ran. Looking behind them they saw this and ran as well. The rex chasing after. They got to a small clearing, where the Spinosaurus stood. Ratchet fell in between a few logs, screaming as the t-rex stepped over him, and onto the logs. Looking up he sees the two fighting.
The t-rex had the Spinosaurus in its jaw, but it wiggled out. Swiping its huge claws, the Spino left huge claw marks on the t-rex. Using the distraction, the Spino locked its larger jaws around the t-rex's neck, it twisted, snapping it. They ran away, Ratchet barely avoiding being crushed by a dead t-rex.
-.-
"It's time you explained, Seaspray," Megatron snarled. Predaking growling behind him.
"We came looking for our daughters," Seaspray said. Their uncle took them boating here, and they haven't been heard of since," Seaspray sighed.
"No one was willing to help us," Duststorm said. "Until we met them." She gestured to the men they were with. "They told us to get someone who knows the island."
"We didn't tell you to kidnap three of them!" one mech, Tectonic, said.
"How long have they been missing?" Optimus asked.
"Almost eight weeks, now," Seaspray said.
"Skyfire, go back to the plain salvage what you can, then we'll head for the beach," Megatron ordered.
"We aren't leaving without our daughters!" Duststorm said.
"You have two options. One: you go search on your own. Two: stay with us," Megatron said. "Either way the odds of getting off this island are slim."
-.-
They all were salvaging what they could from the wreck. Skyfire was taking photos of the foot prints. "A spinosaurus," Ratchet said kneeling next to her. "Not much is known on these."
"So we're dealing with an animal we don't have much info on?" Megatron said looking concerned.
"Correct, we know more about your predacons, than we do on these," Ratchet said.
"Perfect."