Disclaimer: I would like to confirm that I do not own "Jurassic Park" as it is the property of Steven Spielberg and Michael Crichton. I do not own "Fairy Tail" as well since that happens to be the property of Hiro Mashima.
Notice: I decided to pull a genderbend for this story. In the role of Alan I casted Mirajane, Erza as Ellie and Cana as Malcolm. Mind you, there is no romance, no yuri or anything like that, so don't get any funny ideas.
I'm working on a series of parodies like this for my stories involving Fairy Tail, Naruto, Bleach, Inuyasha and Sword Art Online. So if you have any ideas you want your favorite Anime characters to roleplay in, feel free to present it to me and I'll see what I can do.
Chapter 1
A thicket of jungle, which was shaking, showed signs of movement within. Occasionally, it would show a worker wearing an orange hardhat. A young man with spiky bluish silver hair stood among the workers holding a lethal shotgun. His name was Lyon Vastia. He and the other workers all held weapons for whatever was coming out of the thick jungle.
Eventually, a forklift appeared from within the jungle carrying a small shipping container with what appeared to be ventilation holes cut into it.
The forklift brought the container over to the loading dock next to the holding pen and lowered it to the ground before quickly backing off.
The area that everyone was on was known as Tenrou Island, which was 120 miles from Magnolia.
Lyon approached the box before turning back to the workers, "Okay, pushing team, move in there. I want tasers on full charge," he ordered.
Whatever was in the container screeched and caused the container to shake, scaring the crew and making them back away in fright.
"Steady!" Lyon called out calmly. "Go on. Step back in."
More workers moved to help the co-workers while also being careful without risk to themselves. "And push." The container moved until the end facing the holding pen was in direct contact with the pen itself. "Locked. Loading team step away." The workers moved away from the container quickly, while another co-worker climbed on top. "Griffin, raise the gate." The man, Griffin, apparently, nodded and grasped the bar in front of him and began to lift it.
When it had reached Griffin's waist, the creature in the container shrieked and ran. However, instead of propelling itself forward, the container moved backwards. Griffin lost his balance and fell off to the side of the container. Whatever was inside grabbed him by the legs and tried to drag him in, but he caught the side of the container, screaming in pain.
"Block the opening!" Lyon yelled as he moved to help Griffin. "Don't let her get out!" The workers who were armed surged forward and began to fire their weapons like mad. Griffin tried to grab one of the ladder rungs on the side, but was pulled back and lifted bodily off the ground, causing Lyon to stumble. He rose to his feet and tried to wrap his arms around the man's chest. The creature inside shrieked in pain from the many weapons firing on it.
"Work her back!" Lyon yelled with a growl, struggling to save the man's life. He could feel Griffin slipping from his grip. "Shoot her!" he ordered. He was only holding Griffin's arm now. "Shoot her!" he cried again. Gunshots rang out, but it was too late. Griffin slipped through his arm and was lost.
An old man with a cane, who was short and had flat brown hair, was dressed in an all-white business suit and holding a briefcase, standing on a wooden raft being pulled towards shore by a rope. The area he was in was at the Mano de Dios Amber Mine in Vacuo.
A young man, who was slim, had orange hair tied in a ponytail, sat with three dark-skinned men as he turned his hat in his hands. His name was Jet.
"I really don't like this guy," he said quietly so that only the workers could hear him. They chuckled, obviously agreeing with him.
"Jet," said the old man named Michello, offering him his hand, half in greeting, half in request for help off the raft.
"Hello, Mr. Michello. Welcome," Jet said with an easy friendliness, taking his hand and leading him towards the mine.
"What's this I hear at the airport? Makarov's not even here?" Michello said with slight incredulity, getting right to business.
"He sends his apologies," Jet replied, already tired of the old man.
"We are facing a $20 million lawsuit by the family of that worker, and you're telling me Makarov can't even bother to see me?"
"He had to leave early. He wanted to be with his daughter, she's getting a divorce."
"Well, I understand that, but we've been advised to deal with the situation now. The insurance company…" his last words trailed off as he slipped on a rock.
"You okay?" Jet asked, helping him up.
Michello dusted himself off and continued, "The underwriters feel that the accident has raised some serious safety questions about the park. That makes the investors very, very anxious. I had to promise to conduct a very thorough, on-site inspection."
Jet stopped and turned to face Michello, "Makarov hates inspections. They slow everything down."
"Jet, they'll pull the funding. That'll slow him down even more," Michello said as a Latino man came running up to Jet and told him something in Spanish. Jet replied in the same language and followed the man with an excited look on his face.
They stepped into the mine proper, which was filled with different kinds of digger in lamp-helmets digging away at the rock. Michello, being inexperienced with such things, immediately bumped his knee near a rockwall. "Ow!"
"Watch it now," Jet said after the fact.
Ignoring his momentary embarrassment, Michello continued, "If two experts sign off on the island, the insurance guys will back off. I've already got Cana Alberona, but they think she's too trendy. They want Mirajane Strauss."
"Strauss?" Jet asked with a laugh. "You'll never get her out of Magnolia." He took something that a worker gave him and called for his workers to come have a look.
"Why not?" Michello asked, confused.
"Because Strauss' like me. She's a digger," Jet said as he gazed at the small fossilized amber containing a mosquito in his hand.