Prehistoric Park

Rebirth of a Tiger

There is something missing from are world, the amazing animals, that time has left behind.

But what if we could bring them back? What if extinction didn't have to be forever?

We're going back in time on a safari with a difference, as wildlife adventure Nigel Marvin, plunges into pre-history, to rescue creatures on the brink of extinction, his plan is to bring them back to the safety of the present...And give them a second chance.

This Time, we return to Prehistoric Park and Ron recovers an animal that humanity destroyed.

Welcome to the ultimate wildlife sanctuary...Welcome to Prehistoric Park!

It had been less then 8 months since Colonel Ronald Pinkerton started working at Prehistoric Park.

Ron didn't believe it when he saw the extinct animals in real life, but they were real.

He had recovered hundreds of animals, and one always stuck with him.

A female Velociraptor mongoliensis named Veronica always accompanied him on every trip into the past.

Now, he had a pack of young Dromaeosaurus following him as well.

Outside Prehistoric Park

Michael watched as a number of military servicemen were shooting targets made from pop cans that everyone in the park drank from during the last 2 months.

"Ron was looking after the Ornithomimus flock after the park went straight to hell and found two hunters tracking them. Veronica nearly killed them, and both are still in the hospital. That's why these guys are here."

They were the newest members of Prehistoric Park, and their job was to protect the animals outside of the park once they released.

"Ron's been cooped up, looking at a book. I'm not sure-FUCK!"

The Warthog nearly ran him over.

"RON!"

Then the raptors, Veronica and her unruly Dromaeosaur brood, followed Ron and the Warthog.

"I think those Raptors are imprinting on Veronica."

Ron made it to his home and the ravenous Raptors followed.

"I love these guys."

He gave a steak to Veronica and a thawed roast to the Dromaeosaurs.

"I'm planning on bringing back an animal that went extinct less then a century ago: the thylacine, or Tasmanian Tiger. I'm going back to when Europeans just discovered in the island, in the 1600s."

Ron found a book on the animal.

"It was amazing when the scientists discovered that the last male was actually female. They could've bred the damn thing and released them into the wild, but they screwed up."

The young Dromaeosaurs were finished eating the roast, but Ron and Veronica were already gone.

Bob, meanwhile, was brooding over the Ornithomimus flock Ron released into the wild.

"Ron could've told me that he was releasing the Ornithomimus into the wild. He'd better bring something back that's cute and cuddly."

The time portal activated and the Warthog went through.

"He's going to bring something back. Well, Nigel's in the Jurassic, finding a tiny dinosaur and Ron's going back to god knows when."

Tasmania: circa 1600

Ron drove onto a beach, looking for a place to set up camp.

Veronica was looking at the forest.

Her caretaker was confused.

"Ok, what are you thinking?"

Ron stopped the Warthog and found out why.

It was a female Ornithorhynchus anatinus: a platypus.

"This thing's a natural oddity. I don't think it's weird that it looks like a freak of nature, but unlike any animal, the damn thing lays eggs. Eggs! Only two animals do that: these guys and echidnas."

Ron picked it up.

"I'm glad it's female, otherwise I'd be poisoned. By those ankle spurs."

Veronica was confused by her caretaker's actions as Ron put the animal in the back. "It's a present for Bob. Now-"

Barking was heard.

Ron looked to the side.

It was a small pack of thylacines.

"What the hell? My luck continues to hold."

If Ron didn't know better, the pack was smiling.

"They want me dead."

Ron drove off, and the animals followed.

The situation got worse.

Five more packs ran after him.

Ron stopped the Warthog and jumped out.

He threw the rods that would create the time portal into the ground.

Ron chuckled.

"Come and get me!"

Ron ran past the rods and activated portal, and they ran through to the 21st Century.

"That was easier then I thought. Now, I've got another animal I've like to bring back: the Equus quagga quagga, or just Quagga."

Ron reset the time portal's location coordinates for Africa, and activated the portal.

He grabbed the rods and got back in the Warthog.

Then he drove through.

Back at the Park

A large number of tiny animals ran through the time portal.

Bob sighed.

"Ron!"

His crew managed to capture the animals, now identified as Tasmanian Tigers.

"Ron just likes slapping extinction in the face, doesn't he?"

They got the animals away from the capture pen.

"If Ron's not back, he's not done. I'd better get the new paddocks ready for whatever he brings back."

African plains: circa 800 AD

Ron and Veronica were looking at a herd of what looked like zebras.

"Quaggas. Normal zebra herds are about 500 strong, but these things are twice the size of zebra herds. I'd need at least 40 clips of 30 round magazines to knock them out. Thankfully, I packed these."

He found ten 100-round Beta C-Magazines, all fully loaded with 5.56mm darts.

"All I need is 200 for a large breeding colony, but I'm greedy."

Ron fired on semi automatic.

Ron had a very itchy trigger finger, and he was using it.

His M4 knocked out 100 before reloading.

Ron continued firing, not noticing Veronica getting out of the Warthog.

"This is like shooting fish in a barrel-What the fuck?"

Veronica jumped on one of the animals, ripping at its hide.

"She's pissed."

The raptor managed to rip the Quagga's head off.

"Very pissed. She's been doing this for weeks, those hunters that were after the Ornithomimus flock. I had to tranq her. Now I have to tranq her again."

He fired at his charge, knocking her out.

"I hate doing that."

He got out of the Warthog to recover both the Quagga and his pissy raptor.

Back at the Park

The Warthog, dragging a huge number of animals through the portal, stopped when it entered the pen.

Ron picked up his raptor and got it out of the pen.

"She's been going crazy for weeks, and I know it's not starvation. I'm going to check on her penned up counterparts."

He put a muzzle on Veronica's snout.

"I hate doing this, but you're being difficult."

Ron soon found out why: the Velociraptors were in their mating season.

Ron sighed.

"I'm not putting her in there. Those raptors will kill her."

He sighed.

"Artificial insemination seems to be my only choice. I'm not dealing with a pissed off raptor or letting her into that pen."

Ron got his raptor down to the vet surgery.

"I'll leave her with Suzanne. She'd know what to do. I've got work to do."

He left after dropping her off.

I'm back!

As I said before, I wasn't done. Now, Ron's going to stay in the park a lot more, but he will still go back into the past.

Next Time: Ron deals with his moody raptor and the Irritators start to irritate Bob.

Ja Ne!