Jurassic Park Cast
Main Roles
Dr. Alan Grant- Sonic the Hedgehog,
Dr. Ellie Sattler- Shelly Mongoose
Ian Malcolm- Shadow the Hedgehog
John Hammond- Big the Cat
Dr. Harding- Silver the Hedgehog
Tim Murphy – Tails Prower
Donald Gennaro- Mighty the Armadillo
Lex Murphy - Cream the Rabbit
Henry Wu- Charmy Bee
John Arnold-Omega
Robert Muldoon- Knuckles the Echidna
Minor Roles
Dennis Nedry- Dr. Eggman
Lewis Dodgson- Metal Sonic,
Ed Regis- Jet the Hawk
Okay I think I hit all the major characters so let's get this story started shall we? Oh by the way the Sonic characters take the last names of the Jurassic characters, so Sonic Grant and Shadow Malcolm or Ivo Nedry –That's Eggman by the way- so yeah, if I use last names, it's cause I want to sound professional and not use first names all the time. Kay now to start the Jurassic awesomeness! This fan story is a little different , not yet anyway, and some of the characters might show when they never were there originally.
Okay we are skipping all the science and unlucky dead worker intro and go straight to Grant digging in the dirt all the way in the middle of Snake water Montana.
Jurassic Park
On The Shore of the Inland Sea
Dr. Grant lay on his stomach, his nose barely 4 inches from the ground. It was over 100 degrees out. His legs hurt; as did his stomach despite the fact his clothing was padded. His lungs itched from the harsh dry dust in the air, sweat dripped from his fur and onto the water lacking ground. But Grant was oblivious to all the discomfort, he was currently focused on the six-inch square of earth in he was leaning over.
Working with patience, and dental pick and an artist brush, he was slowly exposing the tiny l-shaped fragment of a jawbone. The piece was small barely an inch long and no thicker than his little finger, the teeth on the bone were a row of small, barely visible points. He stopped as bits of bone flaked away; he quickly put some rubber cement on the exposed bone and continued digging away. There was no doubt to it; this was the bone of an infant carnivorous dinosaur. The owner had died over seventy-five million years ago, judging by the size it was only two months old. With luck, Grant would find the rest of the skeleton, and if so, it would be the first complete skeleton of a baby carnivore-
"Hey, Sonic!"
Sonic looked up, blinded by the sunlight, he pulled down his sunglasses and wiped the sweat of his forehead with the back of his arm.
He was lying on an eroded hillside in the badlands just outside of Snakewater, Montana. Beneath the great blue sky, choppy hills of exposed limestone spread for miles in every direction. There was not a tree, a bush, nor any visible life, nothing but barren rock, hot sun, and screeching wind.
Visitors found the land bleak, but when Grant looked around, he saw something entirely. This barren land was the only thing left of a very different, very old lost world. A world which had disappeared over eighty million years ago, in the deep reaches of his mind, Grant saw himself in a warm swampy bayou along the shoreline of a great inland sea. This sea was over thousands of miles wide, extending to the newly made Rocky Mountains all the way Appalachians. All of the American West was underwater.
At that time, there were very few clouds in the sky, the few that were there, were darkened by the smoke of nearby volcanoes. The atmosphere was denser, richer in carbon dioxide. Plants grew quickly along the shoreline. There were no fish here, just clams and snails. Pterosaurs swooped down gracefully from the air to scoop algae from the surface of the water. Predators, few in number, prowled the swampy shores of the lake, hunting, searching, scavenging, waiting, hiding, doing all they could to catch there next meal. Not far from shore, there was a small island, thick in vegetation, this island was a sanctuary for duck-billed dinosaurs, and they laid their eggs there, raising their squeaking young.
Over the millions of years that followed, the pale waters grew shallower and finally disappeared all together. The exposed land buckled and cracked from the intense heat of the sun, and the once lush island became an eroded hillside in northern Montana which Sonic Grant was now digging.
"Hey, Sonic!"
He stood a handsome, strong legged, firm chested hedgehog of twenty-nine. In the distance he heard the chugging of the portable generator, the distant clatter of a jackhammer cutting into dense rock. He saw the kids working around the jackhammer, picking up large pieces of rock and inspecting them for fossils before setting them aside. At the bottom of the hill, he could see the six tipis of his camp, the mess tent flapping in the wind and the trailer that served as their field lab. And he saw his close friend and helper, Shelly Sattler; she was waving to him from the shadow of the field laboratory.
"Visitor!" she called, and pointed east.
Sonic looked towards the said direction and saw a cloud of dust, and the red Ford sedan bouncing over the rutted ground towards the camp. Sonic looked at his watch, perfect timing. On the hill nearby, the kids paused from their work and looked over in interest. They didn't get many visitors around Snakewater and there had been rumors that a lawyer from the EPA – Environmental Protection Agency wanted to see Sonic Grant for some questions.
But Sonic knew that paleontology had in the recent years, taken and unexpected significance of the modern world. The world was changing fast, questions about weather, global warming, the ozone layer; they all seemed unanswerable, except for clues from the past. Information paleontologist could provide. He had already been called as an expert witness twice in the past few years; it wouldn't be a surprise if it happened again.
With a deep breath, Sonic started down the hill to meet the car.
The visitor coughed violently in the white dust as he slammed the door shut. "Bob Morris, EPA," he explained between coughs, extending his hand. "I'm with the San Francisco office." He was a young alligator with a mix of dark and light browns, he looked more like he came from Egypt, but you couldn't judge a person by their looks could you.
Sonic took his hand and introduce himself then said, "You look a little hot. Want a beer?"
"Heaven, yeah." Morris was in his early twenties, wearing a tie and pants from a business suit, not really fit for the weather out here. He carried a briefcase. His wing tipped shoes crunching on the gravel as they made their way to the trailer.
"So is this an Indian reservation?" Morris asked, "Because I saw the tipis as I came over the hill." He pointed at the said structures.
"No," Sonic smirked, "It's just the best, and most efficient way to live ou here." Sonic went on to explain that when the team had first arrived, back in 1978, they had come with the latest in tent technology. But the tents always blew over in the wind, they tried others but with the same results. Finally they put up tipis, these were more comfortable and had more space inside, and even better, they stood against the wind. "Those are Blackfoot tipis, built around four poles," Grant said, "Sioux tipis are built around three but since this land was once Blackfoot territory we just thought…"
"Uh-huh," Morris said, "That is fascinating, and very fitting." He squinted in the sun and looked around, shaking his head, "How long have you been out here in this crazy heat?"
"Hmmm, about sixty cases," Sonic pondered. When Morris gave him a confused look Sonic laughed lightly, "The kids here have a tendency to measure time in beer, we started in June with a hundred cases. It was kind of annoying at first, but it's pointless to argue with the kids so…..I think we've gone through about sixty so far."
"Sixty-three if you want to get exact Grant." Shelly Sattler smiled as they reached the trailer. Sonic looked over with slight amusement to see Morris gaping at Sattler. Shelly was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a work shirt tied at her midriff. She was just about as old as Sonic, twenty-eight, but she still looked as good as she did when Sonic first met her nine years ago. Her pale yellow fur was slightly sun kissed, he dark red hair pulled back in a high pony-tail.
"Shelly keeps us going," Sonic grinned, introducing her, "She is very good at what she does, no one questions her."
"What does she do?" Morris asked.
"Paleobotany," Shelly said, "And I also do standard field preps. Sonic is always saying how lost he would be if I wasn't here to help him."
Sonic smiled, "And I will never deny it." He opened the door to the trailer and they all went inside.
The air conditioning in the trailer only brought the intense heat down to eighty-five degrees, but it seemed refreshing after standing outside in the midday heat. Sonic unzipped his jacket, letting the cooler air fly over his fur. The trailer had a sequence of long wooden tables, all with tiny bone specimens neatly laid out, all tagged and labeled. Farther along were ceramic dishes, there was a strong odor of vinegar.
Morris glanced at the bones, "I thought dinosaurs were big." He said. Grant let out a small sigh and looked at the ceiling. People these days, everything had to be big. Shelly stepped in, knowing all too well how tired Sonic got of explaining things. "They were," Shelly said, "But all the bones here are from babies. Snakewater in primarily important, because of the number of nesting sites that have been found here, until we started working here there have been hardly any dinosaur infants found. Only one nest had ever been found, in the Gobi Desert. We've discovered dozens of hadrosaur nests, complete with eggs and bones of infants. "
While Sonic walked to the refrigerator, she showed Morris the acid baths, which were used to dissolve away the limestone from the delicate bones of the infants.
"They look like chicken bones." Morris noted as he peered into the ceramic dishes.
"Yes," she said, "They are very bird-like."
Morris glanced out the window, "And what about those?" he said, pointing outside to piles of large bones, all wrapped in plastic."
"Rejects," Shelly explained, "Those are bones that are too brittle to study when we took them out of the ground. In the older days we would just discard them, but now we send them to labs for genetic testing."
"Genetic testing?" Morris echoed.
"Here you go," Grant said, thrusting a beer into Morris's hand. He gave another to Shelly. She chugged hers, throwing her slender neck back. Morris stared.
"We're pretty informal here." Sonic chuckled. "Want to step into my office?"
"Sure," Morris shrugged. Grant led him to the end of the trailer, where there was a torn couch, a sagging chair, and a battered end-table. Sonic dropped down onto the couch, which creaked and exhaled a cloud of chalky dust. He leaned back, thumped his boots up on the end-table, and gestured for Morris to have a seat in the chair, "Make yourself comfortable."
Sonic was a professor of paleontology at the University of Denver, and he was one of the foremost researchers in his field, but he had never been comfortable with social niceties. He saw himself as an outdoor man; he knew all the important work in paleontology happened outside, with your hands. And so Sonic had little impatience with academics and the curators of the museum which he had come to call the Teacup Dinosaur Hunters, and he took some pains to reserve himself in the dress and the behavior of the Teacup Dinosaur Hunters, even delivering lectures in jeans and his trademark red and white sneakers.
Sonic watched as Morris primly brushed off his seat before sitting down in the chair. He opened his briefcase, rummaged through his papers, and glanced back at Shelly, who was lifting bones with tweezers from the acid at the other end of the trailer, paying know what seemed no attention to them. "You're probably wondering why I'm here."
Sonic nodded, "It's a long way to come Mr. Morris."
"Well," Morris said, "to get to the point, the EPA is concerned about the activities of the Hammond Foundation…"
Shelly listened quietly as she worked. She could hear the kid Morris and Sonic talking about the Hammond Foundation, run by John Hammond an older man who was a dinosaur fanatic. He had been funding Sonic Grant's dig for the last five years, about thirty thousand dollars a year. But what from what she was hearing, John Hammond had only been funding digs that were up north and north alone. He had also had been buying mass quantities of amber and now had the largest personal stock in the world. Morris wanted to know what connected the amber with the funding of the dig sites. Of course Grant didn't know. So Morris went on to say that Hammond had also bought an island not far from Costa Rica called Isle Nublar and had been buying some half million dollar genetic equipment and sending it to the island. He went on to say that Grant had been paid a consultants fee for the island production. Grant said he was paid, but it had nothing to do with the island.
"Have you heard of InGen?"
Shelly glanced over slightly as Sonic gave Morris a confused look and explained he had never heard of the corporation. Morris asked if a man named Mighty Gennaro had called, Sonic said yes. Apparently Gennaro had been the legal counsel for InGen.
Morris was curious to what Gennaro had wanted, so Sonic went on to explain that Gennaro wanted to know everything there was about infant dinosaurs. He had offered fifty thousand dollars for the feeding habits, social behavior, and other things about juvenile dinosaurs. Claiming he was making a museum for children and he wanted to exhibit baby dinosaurs. Sometimes Gennaro called in the middle of the night, asking questions that could have waited till morning. Finally he just got on Sonic's nerve and Sonic called the whole thing off, settling for twelve thousand. But all of this had happened years ago, why did it matter now? What did it have to do with Hammond? John Hammond was just a rich dinosaur enthusiast.
"Look," Sonic said, "If the EPA is so concerned about John Hammond and what he's doing-the dinosaur sites in the north, the amber purchases the island in Costa Rica-why don't you just ask him about it?"
"At the moment we can't," Morris sighed.
"Why not?"
"Because we don't have any evidence of wrongdoing, "Morris said, "But personally, I think it's clear that John Hammond is evading the law."
Shelly looked over, slightly surprised, she watched Sonic shift slightly but showed no other signs. Morris went on to explain, that Hammond was the head of InGen, and many technical things and expensive equipment, and other things that really didn't interest here. The phone rang and Shelly leaned over to grab it, "Hello?"
"Hello, may I speak to Dr. Sonic Grant please?" it was a young woman.
"He's in a meeting right now. Can he call you back?" Sattler replied. The woman agreed, gave her name, number and where she was from then hung up.
Shelly shrugged and walked over to the two gentlemen who were just finishing their conversation.
"One last thing," Morris said, "Suppose InGen wasn't really making a museum exhibit. Is there anything else they could have done with the information you provided them."
"Sure," Sonic laughed, "They could feed a baby dinosaur."
Morris laughed as well, "A baby dinosaur. That'd be something to see." Morris then stuck out his hand. "Well, thanks again for your help."
Sonic took it, "Take it easy driving back." He watched for a moment as Morris walked back towards his car and then closed the trailer door.
Sonic said, "What do you think?"
Shelly shrugged, "Naïve."
"You like the part where John Hammond is the evil arch villain?" Grant laughed, "John Hammond is about as dangerous as Walt Disney. By the way who called?"
"Oh," Shelly said, she jabbed her thumb towards the phone, "it was a woman named Alice Levin. She works at Columbia Medical Center. You know her?"
Grant thought for a moment, and then shook his head, "No."
"Well, it was about identifying some remains. She wants you to call her back right away."