Guide:
1. Elysium=Europe/United Continents of Europe, Russia, Asia, Africa, and the Middle East
2. Littlefoot's generation is the beginning of the "dwarf dinosaur" era where all dinosaurs only grow to be as big as Utahraptor
3. North Cretaceous=North America
4. South Cretaceous=South America


In The Beginning

"All rise!"

Today was the final day of a trial watched by all in Elysium. Sitting in an enlarged hangar in an undisclosed location with cameras on all four corners and a screen for which to video chat from was Bron, the defendant in a suit filed by McDonalds for destroying one of its branches during a workers strike at a construction site. At this point, Bron was facing a fifteen year hard labor sentence and had just been fired from his job. If he lost the case, then all would be lost for his family.

Littlefoot, his son and the only one small enough to fit in the courtroom was present along with the public attorney assigned to Bron. They sat on the defense side of the courtroom. In the plaintiff side sat Tommy Angelo, the consigliere of the Elysian Mafia and successful lawyer. Right behind him was Charles Burnett and his son James, both seated in the front row of the Gallery. Littlefoot looks over his right shoulder and gives James a staredown.

Just a few days ago, the boy had been in the witness box blurting out everything he saw to the judge and jury. The fact that they had been happily chatting together minutes before the destruction of the restaurant didn't seem to cross his mind when he calmly gave a detailed rundown of the incident, going so far as to claim he actually saw Bron tumbling towards the restaurant. James knew he was being stared at of course but chose not to react. Instead he kept his eyes on the judge as he sat down in his seat.

His father had told him to leave his emotions outside the courtroom and let it all slide till they left. Six young men and women soon entered and took their seats in the jury box. Time for the verdict to be announced. Everyone's hearts raced and time seemed to slow down as they waited and waited. Those representing McDonalds wondered if all the effort they've put in thus far and the amazing performance by Tommy Angelo was all for nothing while those on the defendant's side hoped they wouldn't be on the losing team for the sake of an innocent child.

"Eighty five percent sure we're winning." Tommy muttered to Charles. "You sure they'll pay?"

"I'm not exactly an expert on something like this." Charles replies. "But I'm pretty sure they'll file for bankruptcy."

"Well if that's the case then we might be in for some trouble, don't you think?"

"They'll pay either way, trust me." James said confidently. "The CEO knows better than to not give any token of appreciation."

"Now James you're being too materialistic, son."

"Everyone's different, father."

Over on the defendant's side, there was also quiet mumbles between the attorney and a member of the family. Only this was more negative than positive. Since Bron had indeed been involved in a workers' strike and had indeed smashed into the McDonalds and caused massive casualties, there really wasn't much he could use to argue against the plaintiff.

"I think I heard their lawyer say something about an eighty five percent chance." Littlefoot said to the attorney. "What do you think?"

"He could very well be right." He shakes his head. "Poor guy, if only he had friends in high places."

The judge strikes his gavel three times and the courtroom became quiet in an instant. He was ready to deliver the verdict, having discussed with the jury while everyone else was gossiping. Everyone waited patiently as he put his spectacles on and turned to look at both the defendant and plaintiff. What follows caused everyone from one side to widen their eyes in shock with only Charles, Tommy, and James remaining calm. They knew the outcome didn't really matter as long as they got their end of the bargain.