SORNA TRIBE SAGA Prologue
A storm raged across the jungle island. Lights from a squad of soldiers patrolling the area flashed through the trees. A dog was leading the patrol, nose lowered to the ground. The dog raised its snout as a faint whiff of a new creature hit its nostrils. The dog growled and its human companions froze. Their flashlights beamed through the jungle, but revealed nothing. But a lightning strike was all it took for the dog and his trainer, eyes sharper than most from many scouting missions, to catch a glimpse of multiple silhouettes within the shadows. Many human-like figures with a few dinosaur-like figures. Quite a few.
"There's nothing there. Let's go." One man stated as the dog barked.
"We should check the area anyway. Scan with the thermals." Another man argued.
A third man pulled down his goggles and as soon as he did he gasped. Then a muffled bang, and the man fell to the ground. Suddenly the sound of bowstrings cutting the air and suppressed gunshots filled the night, and every member of the squad fell to the ground, filled with arrows and bullet holes.
One of the human figures stepped out of the shadows to reveal itself to be an 18-year-old boy with dark skin and a cloak of dinosaur hide. Two frills were attached to the hood and his shoulders and knees had thick, bony dome like pads, the ones on his shoulders having spikes on the rim and the ones on his knees having lumps. Bow and arrows were on his back alongside an M27 light machine gun. He wore a black and green camouflage uniform that was scared in multiple places. Each belt strap had a pocket attached to it. His combat boots had mud covered black painted cleats. As he stepped out more teenagers and young adults followed him, all of them wearing dark clothing and some wearing dino hides and all armed to the teeth with bows, crossbows, pistols, handguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles, sub-machine guns, light machine guns, rocket launchers, swords, spears, axes, hammers, maces, shields, knives, daggers, and even multiple types of grenades and remote explosives!
Alongside them were the dinosaurs! Frilled dilophosaurs ready to spit their venom, sleek and tall celophicis with their small heads and long necks patrolling the shrubbery for threats, stocky and powerful herrerasaurs walked among them, teeth bared, aching to bite and tear, and then there were multiple breeds of streamlined raptors, flexing their massive toe claws; there were even megaraptors, which weren't even actually raptors!
As the raiding team moved on silently through the jungle, the young man in the lead thought "This time, were having a successful raid. The storm is perfect, their guard is down, and their few remaining patrols are spread too thin. All we have to do is stay hidden."Easier said than done.
His earpiece beeped and he heard a desperate voice yell with gunfire and screeches in the background yell "We've been compromised! There's to many of them! We need reinforcements before more show up!" In the darkness everyone could hear. Every human's eyes widened while the dinosaur recognized the desperation in the and tension in the air and voice.
The young man in the lead barked a single order. "Move Out!" The raiders stormed through the jungle almost as fiercely as the real storm, moving like phantoms through the bushes and trees. They looked like shadows themselves.
Suddenly they were ambushed, shots being fired from their left flank. Two raptors, five celos, three herreras, four dilos, and two humans fell wthin the first couple of seconds. "We've lost Caleb and Sasha," came the cry.
"Also Firelight and Blackstorm!"
"Blaze, flame, and Razor are down!" The boy who said that took a bullet to the arm and yelled in pain as he ducked and lunged for cover. He fired a desert eagle into the bushes, hitting two enemies in the chest.
"Jerod, Seigo, Derin, and Erin are down!"
"We've also lost Mickey, Dylan, Francis, Susie, and Kayla Junior!" The girl who yelled that flung her head back landed on the ground.
"Mara, no," screamed another boy. That boy was tossed through the air by a grenade. He got up dazed but only lightly injured, courtesy of his ankylosaurus armor plating, which also protected from the bullets that followed as he stumbled for cover behind a log. Then came the flamethrowers. They burned down the trees that provided the raiders vital cover from heavy weapons on vehicles such as 50 calibers on LAVs and Humvees. A Sherman tank and two APCs rolled up and began firing on their position.
"We are screwed!" the boy in the lead thought to himself. This raid had gone horribly wrong!