A/N This is the short prologue that helps you understand how I put Owen into the story! [This follows the ranking of the US Navy if you're curious and want to see the rankings] This story is basically a rewrite of the Jurassic Park movie. But I assure you it isn't just the movie put to words with a few different lines. I chose to write this fanfic about the movie because Jurassic world was a movie only so I decided more of the target audience may be the movie watchers, not as much the book readers. But both are welcome to read and review this story! (This is my first story but that doesn't mean you have to be delicate when/if you are reviewing this! be brutally honest please for the sake of the readers!)
**Disclaimer: I don't own Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, or any of the characters within it.**
Prologue
"Attention!", demands the deep and authoritative voice of the elusive captain, a man who rarely wastes his time with Third Class Petty Officers, "You know what this is about. To think, the safety of our country is in the hands of you disappointments! You have no respect for whom you serve! This is the US Navy! If you wanted to rebel against orders then why don't you pack your bags and go back home? This is no place to fool around and test authority!"
No one dares move a muscle or utter a single word, they only speak when spoken to, especially during a scolding, for it is the worst time to act up.
"Anderson, would you care to explain what happened today?" The captain called on the nervous recruit, most likely just to see him struggle with fear.
"Ye-Yes Sir! One of our apprentices overslept this morning and missed training, sir!" Anderson answered after a hesitant pause, being both satisfied he got his words out, and terrified that they may be jumbled from the combination of his respect and intense fear of his captain.
"Exactly, and that is NOT acceptable! Wake up time for the morning drills the rest of this month will be two hours early. The officer who thinks our rules are flexible, you will be staying another two hours late...At ease!" With that the captain left. All eyes in the room fell on the one man who dared oversleep. This unfortunate soul happened to be Owen Grady.
Unfortunately for Owen, word had spread that he was the Officer who overslept, and, like wildfire, it won't stop until it reaches everything and everyone. He felt the eyes of all the men as he prepared to go to the mess hall to eat perhaps his final lunch. At least it would be his final lunch if his fellow Petty Officers treated him as viciously as their unforgiving eyes did.
"Damn Owen, now you've gone and done it" Owen's Navy friend Barry notified him.
"Gee thanks for clueing me in Barry." Owen said, dripping with sarcasm.
"Hey! I wasn't the one who overslept! You're just lucky we don't all hate you for putting us through this!" He had a point, Owen only knew many in the Navy,but only a few of them could tolerate him. That number now dropped even more.
In the mess hall, Barry and Owen get their food and try to find a safe space to sit, they can't sit anywhere near their fellow officers, and they can't sit by any upper-ranking men, so they sit by the lowly recruits.
"You know, Barry, you don't have to sit by me, you probably won't want to." Owen warned Barry, concerned for his friend's well-being. Barry looked around and saw people glaring in their direction, or pointing at them and talking to one another.
"No I wouldn't leave you, not since you saved me at those new recruit drills." Barry was referring to a time where he fell during a particularly tough drill and sprained his ankle, Owen had been the only one to turn back and help him to his feet and into the infirmary. Owen reminisced in his own memories, "it feels like decades ago."
"It's funny hearing that from you, you're only 24 and you're a Petty officer…" the faintest trace of jealousy was detected in the voice of Owen's 28 year-old friend.
"I guess so…" Owen chuckled, "You're young to be an officer too, Barry, we both moved up quickly." Owen clarified.
"Yeah" Barry laughed, "Who'da thought I'd feel so old while I'm so young…" Barry trailed off, deep in thought.
"The Navy sure takes a lot out of you huh?" Owen thought out loud, Barry nodded in agreement then Owen continued, ""Yeah, I know what you mean, sometimes I just want out of here, but I don't know what I would do. But… nevermind." Owen decided to stop talking.
An awkward silence fell over them they continued eating. Owen attempted to break the silence "So, how do you think training will-" Owen was interrupted as an old white-haired man approached him. The man had a cane with an amber-colored stone on the end, which intrigued Owen, almost as if it had a deeper meaning which he didn't yet know…
"Hello, I'm John Hammond, you must be Mr. Grady?" Owen shook the mysterious man's hand and he and Barry traded quizzical looks as his eyes returned to this 'Mr. Hammond'.
Mr. Hammond wished to speak with Owen in a place more private than the mess hall. Because of Owen's situation he would gladly accept an excuse to leave the tense situation, he only felt bad for leaving Barry behind with the recruits.
"Hello fellow patriot', Hammond saluted, 'Thank you for your service! But I would like to relieve you of your duties, if that would be okay with you." The enthusiastic man chucked at the sentence which he obviously anticipated saying.
"Wait what? Because of this morning?" Owen asked incredulously.
"What? No no no, nothing of the sort! You will have an Honorable Discharge to come with me and help me on a special project of mine… a park... one that I believe will pique your interest and the interest of the whole world, if I may be so bold." Mr. Hammond said mysteriously.
"With no disrespect, that sounds a little odd, I mean, you've come to take me from the Navy to have me help you make some park?" Owen asked with skepticism.
"Not just any park my boy! Jurassic Park! Please, come with me and I can show you. If you are interested, then I will get you discharged and you can start working for me instead!" Owen suddenly believed this man was crazy, but Owen has felt like he wanted a way out of the Navy for a while, this may be his only chance, he has to act on it.
"And of course you would make at least the same income, if not more. We can bid on your wage when you accept the job!" Hammond said confidently.
"Jurassic Park... is this some animatronic dinosaur park?" Owen inquired.
"Not exactly", John smiled, "You can come see for yourself if you'd like."
"Hell, why not?" Owen said, briefly reflecting on the fact that if he left then his friend Barry would be left behind. Unfortunately for Barry, Owen's curiosity got the best of him.
"That's what I hoped to hear!" John Hammond was brimming with excitement, as the older man almost always was.
To Owen's surprise, there was actually a helicopter waiting for them. They boarded the helicopter and it promptly took off. At this time, Owen thought out how crazy it was to jump into a helicopter with a man he just met, to an unknown destination.
"Where exactly are we going?"
"It's a beautiful island named Isla Nublar." John Hammond looked out the window with an enchanted look in his eye.
"What do you want me to help you with when we get there?" Owen asked.
"I have a very special project for you." Hammond paused. "You will be working under a game warden, Robert Muldoon is his name, he's now a handler at Jurassic Park. Have you ever worked with animals before?"
"Not really, I mean only a pet or two, you're taking me to train some animal? Why not someone with experience?" Owen asked, jeopardizing one of his most opportune chances to leave the Navy.
"I want a trainer who learns and grows with the animals, that's a bond you can't fake." Hammond had obviously put a lot of thought and concern into this. "The creatures you will be working with actually haven't yet been born for that very reason, but you could be one of the handlers to the older ones."
"What would I be training there?" Owen wondered, almost scared to hear the answer which Mr. Hammond was obviously avoiding saying for as long as he could.
"Have you ever heard of the Velociraptor?" Hammond asked, making sudden eye contact. Owen could see a lust for discovery in the billionaire's eyes as they flew off to Isla Nublar.
END OF PROLOGUE
A/N Thanks for reading and thanks for bearing through this prologue! And I definitely plan on finishing this story! (Favorites and Follows are always welcome and much appreciated)
:)
