When the dust had settled, Nigel and the injured security staff had been rushed to the park's hospital. Fortunately, their injuries were superficial at best, but despite that, there were still other problems to deal with. Chief among them was the various creatures that had arrived at the park - no one had expected to encounter creatures from the future of all places. And then there were the giant bugs. Just...how did those things even make sense? The future they came from was not super oxygenated, so...

The staff had just decided to ignore that for now until they figured out how they worked.

Nigel was...okay. He'd been somewhat uncomfortable over all of the predators being slaughtered, but given their...aggression toward everything else, and how mutual said anger had been, he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it just yet. As it was, he was putting a halt on missions to the past for the immediate future - the park's current residents needed to be put under observation to figure out why they had gotten so aggressive when the predators had arrived.

It wasn't like the creatures were made of evil, after all. That was only reserved for fictitious monsters.

As for the new human arrivals, well, that was a whole different can of worms.

None of that was a concern for Tristan, though - he was just happy to be home.

And so it was that he was sitting in his room, having just taken a nice shower, and now reading a book while outside, Terence was eating some meat. The staff had decided that Terence, at least, could be trusted to remain outside his exhibit for extended periods without eating everyone.

"Hey Tristan!"

"Yes Michelle?"

"You done showering?"

"Why're you asking, you have your own?"

"That's not what this is about."

"Sean? What do you want?"

"Um, we were gonna call dad, so if you ain't lounging around buck naked, well, GET IN HERE!"

That got Tristan going - being gone for so long had put some things in perspective, and he had missed his parents. So, hastily crawling out of the couch, Tristan joined up with his siblings.

Ultimately, he was the one to start the call - he'd missed having a usable phone.

It took a minute to get through to him (he'd happened to be handling a few last minute business things, according to his secretary), but Tristan was very happy to hear his dad on the phone.

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"Ah, Tristan, how are you doing?"

"Fine dad. I'm doing fine."

"Splendid, son, splendid. And your siblings?"

"You can ask them yourself."

"True enough...Hey, why are you sounding so tired?"

"Long day trying to care for the animals - some were having harsh disputes."

"Eh, it can't really be helped...Say, do you think Nigel has room for a few more creatures in the park?"

"I don't think he could refuse even if he wanted to. But why do you ask?"

"Some...problems with upgrading the portal left a few creatures stranded here that would probably do better over at the park."

"I see. We'll bring it up with Nigel tomorrow. So, you want to talk with everyone else?"

"Yes, of course...wait, no, stop that, NO NO NO!"

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Tiberius watched as the Paracrax slammed its head at the feeder machine, trying to snatch up the meat before it entered the observation pen.

Why couldn't the bird learn that this wasn't going to let it get food faster? It just made for a lot of unnecessary pain.

...Hopefully his kids wouldn't be too put off by that scene...

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AN: I'm really surprised only one person saw this crossover coming. Really, I gave a few hints about it.

If you don't have any idea what this crossover is about, I'll post it in a review tomorrow.

I'd normally leave you guys with a preview of what happens next here, but honestly, even one hint would be too much of a spoiler.

So, here's something else to get that job done.

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Hours after their conversation with their father, the siblings and their friends had arrived at the park's server hub, where they were joined by Cassandra and the recently integrated Pythagoras. The AI had called them over after taking the time to analyze all of the footage he had acquired from the catastrophe, in addition to gleaning what he could from the drone Tristan had recovered. And what he had found, though, was apparently rather worrisome.

"So these creatures killed practically everyone in this facility?" questioned Sean.

"Yeah, pretty much," replied Cassandra. "Those who arrived at this park are the only survivors."

"I see. And I presume that what Pythagoras intends to reveal will shed some light on this mess?"

"Indeed. Pulling up the relevant footage now. I warn you, this might be...somewhat disconcerting."

"...Play the footage."

"Yes ma'am."

The footage started, mostly showing day to day things, until it reached the time of the attack. For the sake of the sparing the youngest viewers from getting permanently traumatized, Pythagoras cut out the more violet parts, only stopping when he finally reached the desired scene.

Now playing normally, the footage showed the predators attacking the doorway to the cryostasis room...and absolutely failing to get inside. No matter how much the whaled on the door, it would not budge.

Then, for some reason, they stopped attacking. That was odd in and of itself, but what the group saw next really made them go rigid with shock.

Just behind the predators, there was a human walking into view - and this one looked like, of all things, a mercenary.

Said merc looked at the door for a moment, before putting a few bundles of something it and gesturing for the predators to back up, to which they complied. Once they were far enough away, the merc pulled out something and clenched her fist - hard. The bundles promptly exploded, filling the room with smoke...but when the dust and smoke settled, the door was still there.

Cringing in annoyance, the woman face palmed, before gesturing from the predators to the sides of the door. Without hesitation, the creatures attacked, not stopping until the power cables were disconnected. When that failed to get the door to open, the woman let out an exasperated growl of rage, before putting a hand to her ear and (apparently) saying something. What she said was impossible to discern - the audio files for this recording had been too corrupted to restore - but a moment after she finished speaking, a glowing light appeared behind her, into which she walked and...well, vanished.

Slowly, everyone turned to look at Pythagoras' new holographic display. "...What the hell was that?"

"I have no idea, but honestly? I think whoever that person was and whatever organization they belong to...may have time portals of their own."

Tristan tried to form a response, only for words to fail him. It ended up being Elise who spoke first.

"Anything else we should know?"

"Yes: the drone Tristan recovered was transmitting information."

"...WHAT?!"

"It went offline just a few minutes after we exited the portal into your present time, but before that, it appeared to be emitting some kind of signal. And logic would dictate that someone was receiving that information."

"...Well, what was it sending?"

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The council sat at their table, looking over the day's notes. The smell of burning bugs had finally subsided - the cleaning crew had finished disposing of those insects an hour ago, to the council's relief. How they had know the portals were opening again, the council did not know, but their assault had failed, as expected. Now, however, there were more pressing concerns to attend to.

"So," began the head of the council - the one only known as the first - "it appears that we are not the only ones with access to time travel."

"So it would seem," spoke the one known as the third.

"Have we ascertained the last location of the drone before it went offline?" asked the head of science - the second.

"Yes," replied the head of engineering - the fourth. "However, examination of the location has revealed certain...oddities.

"Such as?"

"Sending you the photographs now."

The Council stared at the photos.

"...There's nothing of note in these photographs," spoke the third.

"That is the point - our examinations of the island the drone appears to have been taken to indicate no human settlement beyond native tribes. We've used every possible way of examining the island without harming the natives to see if there may be underground research facilities...but so far, nothing has come up."

"Why not use less...safe options to examine the island - then we could get boots on the ground by disguising them as aid workers," questioned the fifth.

"Our more lethal methods of observation would make it too obvious something was up. There's no way we could pass it off as a sickness."

"Fair enough. So, what next?"

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The machine watched as the tyrannosaur sunk its teeth into the second predator, killing it in an instant.

The mechanical creature had been wandering around since its arrival, searching for other machines. Unfortunately, it had not found any - just creatures that looked like machines. It had also seen numerous humans, but the sheer number of humans present had made combat too risky. Thus, it had wandered into forests to seek some time alone.

Unfortunately, it had run into these predators, which had attacked it without hesitation.

It had managed to kill one of the three adults, as well as all of their offspring, only for the remaining pair to pin it down. Before it could be destroyed, though, the machine had been saved when the tyrant dinosaur had showed up and eaten one of the beasts. The other had decided to run, vanishing into the brush.

The dinosaur briefly stared at the machine, neither knowing what the other was. Eventually, though, the dinosaur turned away, taking its kill with it.

As the giant predator plodded away, the machine noticed that it appeared to be heading toward a...city, of all things. Perhaps there were more machines there?

Curious, the sawtooth made its way toward the settlement.

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