Isle of Berk
2016 A.D.
The lone submarine traversed through the open waters, maneuvering past centuries-old shipwrecks and bones of fire-breathing monsters. "Jesus." One of the men inside whispered, a red fist symbol on his shoulder. "Look at this. We're right in the middle of a warzone."
"A warzone with the same damn results." The pilot replied, steering the sub right through a massive hole in one of the shipwrecks. "Our predecessor came here to conquer this island with his fleet. The chief retaliated with his own army. Again and again, Drago Bludvist failed to take this part of the archipelago for himself. But did he stop? No. He never knew surrender and he didn't want to know it."
"You, uh, you think they're still here?" the operator whispered nervously. "Relax. The radar hasn't been picking up any signals of them recently." The pilot answered. "The dragons have left this land for good. Berk's gone. Dead. We ain't got a thing to worry about."
"Now, cut the chatter. We need to focus on the mission." The two men were in silence as the small craft continued forward to the coastline where shallow waters awaited. Dragon skeletons lay to the left and right, but none of them were what the men were looking for. Finally, they approached a large dark-red wyvern-like dragon with a crocodilian head.
"Bingo." The pilot said upon shining the searchlight on the dead dragon. "Draco incendicutaenis. Better known as the Monstrous Nightmare." The operator eyed it closely. "This one's fresh. Must have died from starvation and exhaustion."
"Of course it did. What the hell was it doing here, anyway? There's no living animal fit for its diet anywhere on the island." The pilot wondered as he moved the sub's arms to attach a few buoys with heavy metal chains to the monster. "This one will be perfect for a secondary genome." The operator said as he released the buoys, causing it to send the corpse to the surface.
The pilot keyed into his earpiece. "Chopper, specimen collected and heading your way, over."
"Roger that. Head back to the ship. We'll rendezvous with you there, over."
The sub slowly turned around and began to move through the shipwrecks again, plotting a course back to the Bloody Fist warship just off of Berk's coast. The pilot glanced to his left to see the operator look in his direction…and seeing his eyes grow wide in fear.
"What?" the pilot asked, annoyed. The operator, too stunned to speak, slowly lifted an arm to point. The pilot turned, just in time to see a massive set of jaws attached to a dark blue plesiosaur-like dragon. Before he could react, the jaws slammed shut.
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Meanwhile, on the stormy surface of Berk, a lone Bloody Fist technician was tracking the sub's progress while the nearby helicopter had picked up the dead Monstrous Nightmare. Just as the helicopter hovered close to him just over the cliff to pick him up, the technician noticed the sub's signal inch closer to the warship…and suddenly vanish from the screen.
"Huh?" the technician said, confused. "Sub, this is land control. I've lost your signal. Confirm your position, over." He waited, but there was no response. "Sub, confirm your position, over!" he said again, louder this time over the storm.
He looked at the chopper and saw that that the Bloody Fist members on board were shouting at him. "I can't reach them! Their signal's dead!" the technician shouted, starting to walk towards the chopper and grabbing his hood from the wind. The men on the chopper continued to shout, waving their arms at him to get over here. "WHAT?!" A flash of lightning brightened the entire island, causing the technician to notice a massive, winged shadow looming behind him.
RROOOOOAAAARRRRR! A brown Moldruffle burst out from behind a ruined hut, smashing it to buts and sending wooden splinters flying. The technician screamed and ran for the chopper just as the dragon stomped towards him, knocking over a dented metal perch in the process.
"Go, go, go! Get us the hell out of here!" someone shouted to the pilot as another man helped the panicked technician on board. Quickly, the pilot began to steer the chopper away from the cliffside, when…BAM! The Moldruffle slammed its head into the side of the chopper, sending it spinning and making everyone scream as the pilot gritted his teeth, fighting with the controls.
The pilot regained control of the chopper just in time. The Moldruffle began to spread its wings to pursue the chopper, but a sudden boom of thunder made it decide it was too dangerous for the storm to be flown in. Instead, it furiously bellowed at its prey as the helicopter left the dead island of Berk behind.
The Titan Scauldron that had swallowed the sub whole swam close enough to the surface for some of the men inside to get a glimpse at it. Ignoring this, the pilot contacted the warship as it approached. "Tell base we got the specimen." He announced. "Project: Fusion is a go. Repeat, Project: Fusion is a go."
(A/N: The Monstrous Nightmare's "scientific name" is from "Two Worlds Collide: The Book of Dragons" by HawkTooth. You can find some pretty good information there.)