This crossover will be accessible to all readers, even to those who do not know all the fandoms used in the story.
The fan fiction will be set in the universe of RWBY, but will contain characters and creatures belonging to the films of Jurassic Park / World, Rampage, Dawn of the Planet of the Apes and Alien.
I do not own any of these fandoms.
Being Italian, English is not my native language. I'm looking for a beta-reader who can help me with this.
If anyone is interested do not hesitate to contact me.
Prologue
Legends ... stories scattered through time.
Humanity has grown with a great passion for stories about the deeds of heroes and villains, so easily forgetting that we are nothing but the by-products of a forgotten past. Man, born of dust, was strong, wise and resourceful ... but he was born in a world that he did not forgive.
The creatures of destruction known as Grimm, children of darkness, set their sights on man and all his creations. These forces clashed and, for many centuries, it seemed that the darkness was about to bring back the brief existence of humanity into nothingness.
Yet even the shortest spark of hope is enough to trigger change. And over time, the passion of man, his resourcefulness and his inventiveness led him to the tools that would help him establish his dominion. This power was appropriately called ... dust.
With the wrath of nature in his hand, man enlightened his way into darkness. And in the absence of darkness came strength, civilization and above all ... life.
But even the brightest lights eventually flicker and die.
And when they are gone ... the darkness will come back.
Animals appear on Remnant , live and then extinguish.
The plants cover the ground like a green sheet, then they withdraw and return with greater fruitfulness.
Life expands, contracts, is swept away and then resumes, sometimes withdrawing to the margins of survival.
But the Grimms continue to exist. No matter how many species swarm on the surface of Remnant or fall victim to floods, earthquakes, epidemics, cosmic catastrophes or continental drifts: the planet continues to spin methodically around its unsuspecting yellow star, accompanied by those mortal creatures.
The waves of the ocean continue to rise, its molten metal core burns and simmers, the winds, light or violent as they are, continue to flow on its surface.
The ice expands and retreats at the poles, the tropical rains wet the equator and the heat makes the air tremble above its deserts. But the Grimm ... always remain.
These were the thoughts that occurred in the mind of Dr. Merlot, scientist and geneticist of the kingdom of Vale.
The man, a fifty-year-old with a thick silver hair full of impatied mustache, stood still and motionless in front of the television, his gaze focused on the figure of Ian Malcom, mathematician of Atlas and the greatest opponent of the new campaign to exploit Grimms as biological weapons.
The so-called INGEN project was idealized to supplant potential threats to the four kingdoms of Remnant: Atlas, Mistrial, Vacuo and Vale. These threats included not only the Great War sympathizers, but also terrorists, misleading faunus organizations, and the Grimms themselves.
Merlot had been among the first scientists to be recruited to carry on the project , and his research had proved to be among the most promising and fruitful of the company. But now, just two years after the beginning of that seemingly impossible dream, public opinion risked hiding its work forever.
" Scientific power is like an inherited wealth: obtained without discipline " began Malcom, his lips curled in an friendly smile. Dressed in black clothes and sunglasses, he looked more like a rock star than an actual scientist.
" Read what others have done and take the next step. You can do it when you're still very young. You can progress very quickly without the need for a discipline that lasts for many decades.
There is no humility of the comparisons of nature. There is only the philosophy of becoming-rich-soon, make-soon-a-name. Cheat, lie, falsify ... it does not matter. Not for you, or your colleagues.
Nobody will criticize you. Nobody has ethical standards. They are all trying to do the same thing: do something big, and do it soon. And since you can climb on the shoulders of the giants, you can achieve something quickly. Before you even know exactly what it is, you are already there to disclose it, patent it and sell it. And the buyer will have even less discipline than you. The buyer will only buy your power, like any goods. "
That said, he turned his head towards the camera and took off his glasses, revealing a pair of brown eyes.
" What really matters to scientists are the results he continued with an imperturbable voice, And they focus on the problem if they can get something or not. They never stop to wonder if they have to do something. Appropriately, they define such superfluous considerations. If they were not doing it, it would be someone else. The discovery, they believe, is inevitable. So they simply try to be them to do it. Here is the game of science. Pure scientific discovery is also an aggressive, penetrating act. It requires great equipment and literally changes the world. The discovery is always a rape of the natural world. Always. And the attempt to use the Grimms as biological weapons is no exception, and would inevitably turn against us "
" Impertinent bastard " Merlot muttered, throwing at the TV an expression that bordered on the purest rage.
At that precise moment, the image suddenly changed, leaving room for the delicate features of Lisa Lavander, presenter of the transmission.
" You have just heard the last words of Dr. Ian Malcom, just before the INGEN project was rejected by the Atlas commission. Following the period of peace and prosperity that followed the end of the Great War between humans and fauns, the Council considered the attempt to use the Grimms as a weapon superfluous ..."
" Superfluous?! "
With a fit of rage, Merlot threw the mug against the TV screen. The machine crackled in a long series of sparks and electric shocks, and then went off with a long and loud hiss.
The man brought both his hands to his forehead, trying to hide his anguish.
"They can not do this to me. Not now that I'm so close, "he whispered tightly.
He left the room with a quick, sharp step, pushing himself along the interior of the research base.
He passed by a sign that said:
RESERVED AREA - ACCESS ALLOWED TO AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY
He proceeded along the floor corridor. One of the walls was glass and overlooked a balcony adorned with palm trees, bathed in a light mist.
Along the other wall there were doors connected to the various offices of the base.
Halfway down the corridor there was a glass partition with another sign: BIOLOGICAL DANGER.
He went in without looking at the writing and stopped in front of the windows that gave onto a room immersed in the semi-darkness, a sort of reduced version of a conference room.
On the wall lay the map of the base and, in front of it, a row of consoles dotted with lights.
Some screens showed data, but most of them showed images of various parts of the complex.
In the center of the wing stood a silver cylinder, one meter in height, on which rested what looked like an egg almost as big as a soccer ball, lit by a neon lamp.
Merlot closed the door behind him with a magnetic card.
Then, he stopped right in front of the cylinder ... and waited with trepidation.
In the laboratory, silence was absolute.
With the exception of the mist impregnated with ammonia floating in midair, nothing moved. Merlot sat on his heels and watched the egg in front of him absorbed.
The time spent should have been enough, but nothing had happened yet. And this worried him. Finally, a splash of blood set off.
At the centre of the egg opened the mouth of an ever-increasing volcano, which erupted red and amniotic liquid.
Given the minute dimensions of the embryonic sac, delivery was more explosive than Merlot had predicted. The jet of blood had stained his clothes, hands and face, but he remained impassive, just curling his nose to smell the strange smell.
"You're beautiful," he murmured to himself, as he was not sure if the creature was still able to hear it or see it.
Even the Grimm sprouted from the torn egg was covered in blood and humours.
Gifted with a dizzy growth rate, it had already begun to grow and change before it ever fully emerged.
Slowly, under Merlot's enchanted eyes, he straightened up, stretched his limbs, and lifted his head like a lizard's. The shape was aerodynamic, a sort of hybrid between a machine and a living creature, and every movement dripped shreds of the egg.
With upright posture, his razor-sharp teeth flashed in the dim light, and the creature remained to scrutinize the only other being in the room. Merlot observed with complete fascination that elongated head surmounted by a thin yellow line, endowed with a pair of blood-red eyes. The nose was pointed at him, to study him, smell him, perceive him. Weigh it.
The appearance was monstrous, yet gave an impression of unsuspected reflexive intelligence and ability.
Avoiding any abrupt movement, Merlot opened his arms, trying to communicate a mixture of supplication and friendship. Anyone, in his place, would have given it to his legs, and rightly so.
Yet to Merlot that thought had not even crossed the head, neither during the incubation phase of the creature, nor during the hatching, nor even now that the metamorphosis was complete.
Through still mysterious perceptive means, the Grimm looked at him. Then, slowly, he imitated the gesture, expanding and extending the upper limbs. Merlot raised one hand and then the other, and once again the creature emulated him.
At that sight, the scientist was moved, or at least that was what his expression indicated. Perhaps he was sincere, or even in the absence of an audience, he tried to show his own inner self.
Shaken by a slight tremor, the creature began to grow. The exoskeleton developed, the leathery epidermis extended to adapt to the new dimensions of the body.
Immobile and hypnotized, the man stared at the extraordinary evolution that was taking place right in front of his eyes.
For a while he continued to look at it in silence, then stepped forward. Leaning forward, the Grimm mimicked the gesture.
Merlot pressed his lips and whistled a few subdued notes. The newborn beast tilted its head, as if listening. Then he blew a small gust of air, trying to replicate the sound. But his breathing apparatus was still too different, so he failed. This did not matter to Merlot: the important thing, and that touched him deeply, was the fact that he had tried.
The creature he had created and developed had reacted. He was intelligent. He was able to communicate.
And he would not allow anyone to take it away from him.
How it was ? I hope good!
Dr. Merlot is a character from RWBY.
Ian Malcom belongs to the saga of Jurassic Park.
The Indoraptor, the Grimm seen in the chapter, is the main antagonist of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom.
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