Chapter 1

A/N: I don't own TFP or Jurassic Park: The Lost World.

Dr. Sarah Harding-Shade (OC)

Malcom-Thunderwing

Kelly-Bluestreak

Nick Owen-Icefire/Firestorm (OCs)

Eddie Carr-Blackout

Peter Ludlow-Biohazard (OC)

Roland Tembo-Ultra Magnus

Dieter Stark-Lockdown

Dr. Burke-Preceptor

A rich yacht was docked near the beach of an island in the Sea of Rust. On the beach crew members were serving a rich couple who were lounging on some chairs. "Thank you," the mech said taking the glass of high-grade.

One crew member walked up to a little femmeling, who eagerly took her low-grade and started to walk around. "Thanks."

"Dear, don't wander off," the femme said to her daughter.

"Why not?" she asked innocently.

"Because we don't know what lives in those jungles there," the older femme said.

"I'll go with her," the crew member that gave the young femme her energon said.

"Alright," the femme said turning back to her child. "You stay with him, got it."

"Yes carrier," the little femme said.

The crew member watched the femmeling carefully as she skipped around the beach. She began to walk towards the jungle, and he fallowed quickly. "I don't recommend we go in there ma'am," he said gently grabbing her servo.

It was then the bushes next to them shook, a strange sound emitting from them. The crew mech immediately put the femmeling behind him, exchanging his servo for a blaster. Something popped out of the bush, looking down they see a small predacon that barely reached the little femme's shins.

"What is it?" she asks, "A type of cyber-bird."

"Not sure," he said stopping her as she tried to feed it. "Oh no! Bad idea!"

"Sire! Carrier! You need to see this we found something!" she called out.

The crew mech kept his focus on the increasing amount of these strange animals, who began to get closer and start lunging at them. The femmeling screamed as one tried to bite her, at once the mech picked her up, his blaster still trained on the little animals. The creatures began to lunge at him, starting to bite pieces of him like scraplets. He fired a few shots, killing some of them, but with the large amount and their small size he knew he couldn't kill all of them. So he ran. Running back to the beach he sees the rest of the crew running to them, the little femme's screams and his shots getting their attention. "Run!" he said setting her down, and she sprinted towards her creators, as he was continued to be eaten alive.

-.-

Thunderwing boarded a train, sitting down in a secluded spot away from everyone else. One mech pointed at him, and snapped his digits walking towards him and sitting next to him. "You're him right?"

"Hmmm?"

"The scientist? The guy? I saw you on tv," the mech said. "I believed you."

Thunderwing just sighed, looking around he sees others looking at him. ~I should've used my alt mode.~

-.-

Thunderwing stood in front of a large door. "Prime will be with you in a moment," a butler said opening the door. Thunderwing walked in waiting in the main entrance room.

"Thunderwing!" several voices said. Looking up he sees Icefire, Firestrom, Megatron, and Optimus running down the stairs towards him, their predacons fallowing.

"Hey kids!" he said hugging them. "It's been a while, how old are you guys now?"

"Sixteen," Icefire said.

"Fourteen," Firestorm smiled as Skylinx chased a ball he threw for him.

"Thirteen," Megatron said as Predaking nudged his shoulder.

"Ten," Optimus grumbled and Darksteel pushed his muzzle into the young Prime's leg vying for attention.

"Your predacons have sure gotten big," Thunderwing pointed out as he rubbed Darksteel's helm. The dark blue and white predacon eagerly accepted the attention, it now stood up to his waist, last time he saw the small predacons, they fit in his servo.

"Grandpa call you?" Icefire asked.

"Yea," Thunderwing said, "any idea what its about?"

"We may, but we promised not to tell," Firestorm said smugly.

A group of grim looking mechs walked down the stairs, all but one exited the mansion. The green, and yellow mech looked at him, a slight scowl on his face. "Thunderwing," he said.

"Biohazard," Thunderwing replied to the Elder Prime's oldest nephew. "It's been a while."

"Yes, it has, not that I care," Biohazard said.

"You covered up the deaths of several people," Thunderwing said.

"It had to be done," the younger mech said casually. "It's now my responsibility to look out for the best interests of BioTech."

"What about Quintus?" Thunderwing asked.

"In a few months, no one will remember him," Biohazard said rolling his optics.

-.-

"I want you to check site B," Quitus said.

"Site B?" Thunderwing asked as he sat in a chair next to the old Prime's berth.

"It's another island, about sixty miles from the main park," Prime said. "It's where we bred the animals before moving them into the main park."

"Oh…"

"After the incident, the animals were allowed to run free. Now we have a complete ecosystem on the island," Quintus laughed. "Life will find a way."

"Alright so you've kept the island quarantined?" Thunderwing asked.

"Yes."

"Didn't you breed the animals lysine deficient? So shouldn't they have died after seven days?" Thunderwing asked.

"Yes, that's one of a thousand questions I want my team to answer," Quintus said.

"Team?"

"Sentinel and I have organized an expedition to document them," Quintus said getting off the berth and walked to a holo-screen.

"Like with Cybertronians?" Thunderwing asked.

"Yes, but it's strictly observation only," Quintus said, then turned to the screen. "The thermal satellite we aimed at the island shows that they are very terriatorial."

"Who exactly is in this team?" Thunderwing asked.

"Well the video and photograph documentarians are Icefire and Firestorm. Blackout is our field equipment expert. Preceptor is our secondary paleontologist. The team defense commander is Ultra Magnus, his SIC is Lockdown. And I was hoping that you would join too," Quintus said.

"Wait a minute! Your grandchildren are going to this island, where there are no fences at all?!" Thunderwing shouted. Quintus nodded.

"Shade said she was all too happy to go," Quintus said.

"Why exactly are we doing this?" Thunderwing asked.

"A few weeks ago, a family stumbled across the island. Two people were attacked by compies, a little femmeling and a member of the crew. The little femme got away with a few scratches, but the mech was hospitalized, he's better now, but still recovering. Biohazard used the attack to usurp control of BioTech and I need a complete photo record to protect these predacons from being hunted," Quintus said.

"I can't," Thunderwing said. "And I'm going to contact the other members of this team, and who's the primary paleontologist?"

"Shade."

"What?!" Thunderwing whirled around. "You contacted my Sparkmate?!"

"She contacted me…and she's already on the island."

"What?! But she's with spark!" Thunderwing said. "Fine I'll go, but only to get her!"