Anguirus111 Note: There's a multitude of continuity errors spread across the Demons trilogy, I apologize for that. While most of the events all occurred in the order I've mentioned them, the dates given are a complete mess. I have Sorna falling at different times, even different then the movie's, I also have the when the dinosaurs were first made occurring at different times as well. Apologies.
Next Day: "Morning," said John Brown to Alan Grant as he exited the lodge that had held the original Ingen members who worked on this island and now housed the current Ingen and Pacific Pharmaceuticals workers.
"Morning," Grant grumbled. While he was a morning person, hearing dinosaur roars throughout the night sort of robbed him of a good night's sleep. John nodded before yawning and stretching.
"Still doubt I'm legit?" asked John laughing. Grant groaned as he rubbed his eyes.
"So how much further until we reach the boat?" asked Grant.
"Won't be more than an hour," said John as he lifted up his sunglasses and examined his watch. "With any luck Mr. Brennan should arrive by helicopter at the boat at around the same time."
"Why didn't we just fly there?" asked Grant as they approached the jeep.
"Two reasons. One, we were both exhausted from our trip and if we'd flown to the boat we'd have been there an hour, got nothing done, and had to head back. And two, I'm trying to reduce the air traffic to this island so as to avoid outside suspicion. The last thing I need is some reporter snooping around here and either getting themselves killed or blowing the cover off of everything I'm trying to accomplish here," said John as the two got into the jeep. But before John turned it on, he sat there was his hands clasped together on the dash as he sighed while looking directly ahead.
"What's the matter?" asked Grant.
"You know what today is, don't you?" inquired John. Grant nodded solemnly.
"I don't think I'll ever forget," admitted Grant.
"It's something we should never forget," said John as he started up the jeep and they headed into the jungle.
Boat: Sam and Gerry were sitting at the mess hall table when Jake came in rolling a large cooler. Jake slammed it onto the counter before popping it open and tossing Gerry and Sam a bottle of Jurassic Ale that he'd rescued from Sorna before it fell before getting out one himself.
"Gentlemen I trust we all know what today is," said Jake as he opened all of their bottles. After that he produced a remote and pressed a button as an image of Nublar was projected on the far wall that read: Jurassic Park 1987-1993.
"To Jurassic Park, the dream that never was," said Jake holding up his bottle.
"To Ray Arnold," said Sam holding up his.
"To Robert Muldoon," said Gerry as he held up his bottle.
"To Jeffrey Wainright," said Jake as they clinked their bottles together and each began drinking from them.
"Does anyone want to make a toast to Gennaro?" asked Gerry mischievously after a couple moments. Jake and Sam both did a spit take before all of them began laughing hysterically at that comment.
"Oh God, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time," said Sam after a few moments as he held his stomach.
"At least not in regards to Jurassic Park," added Jake. Each held up their bottle.
"To Donald, the blood sucking lawyer!" they each said enthusiastically before downing their bottles and leaning back in their chairs relaxed.
"Penny for your thoughts," said Gerry to Jake as the scientist had turned deeply reflective.
"I was just thinking about Gustav Graves," said Jake slightly troubled. Gerry nodded while Sam gave him a strange look.
"Who?" Sam asked.
"A lead scientist that used to work on Nublar," explained Jake. "He was a bit of a recluse and a loner and was always conducting some experiment or other on dinosaurs at some secret lab he had hidden deep in the island. After all these years I still never found out what he was up to."
"What happened to him?" asked Sam intrigued.
"We don't know," Gerry confessed. "He never left Nublar as far as we can tell and the cleanup crews sent by Ingen a year later after Jurassic Park failed never found any evidence of him. Whether he died there or escaped is up to you…"
Kenya, Twenty Years Ago: Jake and Henry sat in the Control Center of John Hammond's Kenyan Research Park waiting for their boss and CEO to return from the States.
"Triceratops," said Henry as Jake held up a nugget of amber with a mosquito in it. Jake wrote that down before becoming thoughtful.
"I'm gonna say, Microceratops," he finally admitted with a big grin before writing that down too.
"Oh come on!" protested Henry. "How 'bout some originality you bum."
"No, no! I'm positive on this one," said Jake chuckling.
"Oy," said Henry shaking his head as he rolled his eyes. "Then that's the first one we're doing when we finally get to Isla Sorna."
"Okay," said Jake lightly as he placed the amber sample into his inner jacket pocket before he began rummaging around through the bin of amber deposits. "Now then…"
"Chopper's here," commented Robert Muldoon from nearby as he watched a video monitor with a helicopter landing outside. Jake and Henry both got up and followed the Game Warden outside as winds buffeted them before the rotors shut down. John Hammond emerged clad in his white ensemble before being followed by another older man in a lab coat.
"Ah, Henry, Jake, allow me to introduce you to Doctor Gustav Graves who'll be leading our efforts on Nublar and Sorna," said Hammond happily. "Dr. Graves this is Jake Whitacre and Henry Wu, two of our most promising young researchers here."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor Graves, Henry and I have learned a lot about you," said Jake enthusiastically as both held up their hands. Graves looked at their hands narrowly before looking at them.
"Understand this. If it weren't for Mr. Hammond's insistence I wouldn't have either of you two on this project. Your youth coupled with your raw talent are no match for true experience. The way I see it, in the end you may become more of a liability than an asset. Why my former colleague Dr. Marko thought any differently of you two before he retired from this project I'll never know. Now show me your specimen," said Graves pushing past them. Jake and Henry watched him go stunned as Muldoon just shrugged it off as standard conversational fare.
"He is a lacking social skills yes but his expertise is beyond compare," explained Hammond.
"If you say so," said Jake unconvinced.
"Look if he does or says anything out of line just let me know and I'll deal with it," said Hammond. "Now come, let's show him the Tyrannosaur."
Hammond left eager to show Graves the fruits of their work as Henry and Jake both shook their heads.
"This is gonna be fun," said Jake annoyed.
"He is the expert though, his experience far surpasses ours," Henry felt the need to point out. "We may think we know it all, but we don't. We don't want to get a head so big a t-rex would choke on it you know."
"I hate voices of reason," commented Jake.
"Suppress yours and it'll just erupt someday in the form of hallucinations," said Henry.
"Bullshit," said Jake walking towards the nearby building.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," said Henry. The two pushed through the doors and into a bright light.
Present Day, Indigo: "There she is," said John. The jeep roared to a halt in the shadow of the massive ocean liner, The Equestrian.
"Impressive," Grant noted despite the circumstances surrounding its being here.
"Yeah, she's state of the art, fully equipped and everything. She was on her second voyage when this happened," said John heading for the stairs to the deck.
"What does the company who owns her know about all this?" asked Grant as they headed up the steps.
"The owners know the basics and the boat will be returned upon our completion where they'll likely rename it and send it on its way," the CEO explained. Grant shuddered, disgusted at that decision.
"Hey if it'd been up to me I'd have just sunk it after we were done with it but it's out of my hands," said John as the reached the deck. "Better brace yourself. The bodies may be gone but from what I've heard, the images that we've got plastered everywhere are still sickening to the stomach."
Grant nodded solemnly as they walked across the deck that was littered with paper that displayed the images of the bodies that were found when the boat was first discovered. Grant turned pale and John shook his head in disgust.
"Sir," said Thomas, the man who had helped Jake defend Embryonics Administration, as he approached them.
"What've you got?" asked John as they shook hands.
"Not much," commented Thomas disappointed as he looked at the other members of his team that were searching the boat looking for DNA evidence of whatever had done this. "It's still a mystery as to what happened here."
"Well I don't see how humans could be responsible for this," commented Grant as he took off his hat and held his hand near his mouth to calm his queasiness.
"It doesn't look that way here but you may want to see the bridge first," said Thomas as John nodded in agreement. Grant looked at him confused when suddenly they were both buffeted by high winds as an Ingen helicopter coasted by overhead and landed on the boat's helipad before taking off again. As John and Grant watched, Billy Brennan appeared along with Stephanie Sandelder holding her protoceratops under her left arm.
"Alan," said Billy as he greeted his professor before turning to John Brown.
"Sir," he said but was a little unsettled as John was staring at Stephanie.
"Oh," said John snapping out his reverie and shaking Billy's hand. "Hello Mr. Brennan, if you two can head to the bridge I'll be there shortly."
"Right," said Billy confused as Alan lead him away.
"What's with those two?" he asked Alan.
"I don't know nor want to know," answered Grant. "There's enough of a mystery here already."
The two left leaving John and Stephanie alone on the deck as Thomas's team packed up and headed to the interior of the ship.
"What the hell are you doing here?" John demanded.
"I work here now," Stephanie shot back as she handed John a piece of paper. "I submitted a transfer Samantha approved it end of discussion."
"This is no place for you," John scowled searching for another answer. "We don't know what we might encounter on this mission."
"That's why I came prepared," said Stephanie producing her own Long Colt that she aimed upwards.
"I don't approve of this," said John upset at being outmaneuvered.
"I don't care, I must be here," said Stephanie shifting her burden. "Besides, my little baby is no longer little anymore. She needs to be free with her own kind; I can't hope to take care of her anymore and the mark of any parent is to let their child go out on their own."
"Interesting analogy," John mused, given that his kids were now around ten years old. "But I still don't approve of you being here."
"And you never will approve of me," Stephanie mentioned. "But that's just the way it is."
John just shook his head, figuring his exhaustion over all the recent events was affecting his judgment somehow with what he was about to say.
"Then welcome aboard," he said defeated.
"I knew you'd see it my way," said Stephanie with an evil grin.
"Ugh, don't do that it reminds me of Jake," said John squeezing the bridge of his nose before he headed for the bridge with Stephanie and Steviesaurus in tow.
Tanker: Sam was hurling over the side of the boat as Jake leaned against the railing while Gerry took another swig from his bottle.
"Look if I'd know you were seasick I wouldn't have offered you any," Jake apologized. "Besides, you didn't have to take it, I wouldn't have felt offended."
"I didn't want to seem ungrateful," said Sam sickly before he hurled again.
"Your choice," said Jake unconvinced before he belched loudly.
"Well, well, well, how are my three favorite men in the world?" commented Aeryl dryly as she approached them.
"You shut up," Sam groaned as he rested on the railing not facing her.
"I hope this isn't how you plan to conduct yourself on the island. If it is you should tell me now so I can throw you overboard," commented the officer. Sam flipped her off while still not facing her.
"Whatever," said Aeryl before walking off. Jake and Gerry watched her go.
"I think she likes you dude," said Jake leaning down next to Sam.
"That'd just be my luck," said Sam as he finally stood up and held his stomach in pain. "I think I'll-."
"There is it is," said Gerry ominously. Jake and Sam looked out onto the horizon as a small green dot was visible.
"Sorna," said Jake as he aimed his hand at it like a gun and flicked it back like an invisible shot that went off. "Hello again old friend, long time no see."
"You were there just a few weeks ago!" said Gerry incredulously. Jake growled at him as Gerry began laughing.
"Do you know what we'll expect over there?" asked Sam.
"It won't be easy, but we have to get it done. We won't get a second chance at this, we must succeed," asserted Jake. The others nodded as the boat moved on towards the island.
Twenty-Years Ago: "So there she is," said Jake as he leaned against the railing surrounding a pit that contained the juvenile t-rex. Henry was next to him as Hammond merely beamed at the creature that was pacing the enclosure while Graves looked at the dinosaur with interest.
"It is an impressive specimen," Graves admitted.
"Well it wasn't easy coming up with a substitute for the missing genetic code, but we managed to come up with a rather unique solution with Dr. Marko's help," said Jake as a pair of West African frogs hopped by.
"And within six months you managed to do more than Dr. Marko managed in ten years," Graves grumbled over his former colleague.
"That's not true!" Henry protested. "Marko's background research was invaluable to our process. Without it this never would've been done. It was his idea to extract the dinosaur DNA from mosquito's trapped in amber and it was his idea to replace the missing code with a contemporary animal; we just helped him tie up some loose ends is all."
Graves nodded reluctantly at the loss of his friend who had recently succumbed to cancer as he saw the t-rex test the boundaries of it's perimeter with its tiny forearm.
"What is to prevent this beast from escaping?" inquired Graves.
"Any excessive pressure placed against the sides of the cage will trigger an electrical discharge that should ward it off," explained Hammond, with a bad taste in his mouth over any possible harm his specimen might endure.
"And if it were to escape?" continued Graves.
"I came up with a solution by removing the lysine producing gland," explained Henry. "Without lysine the animals will go into a deep coma before eventually dying."
"Your idea?" said Graves skeptical.
"Yes," Henry admitted. "Dr. Marko said it was an ingenious fail-safe precaution. Though Mr. Hammond has yet to implement the project."
Graves let it go as he watched the beast pace the enclosure routinely pressing on the sides until a small spark erupted and it squawked before moving on.
"And how intelligent is it?" said Graves.
"Intelligent?" asked Jake confused. "I…don't…know. Is it relevant?"
"Well you don't want a creature that'll get itself killed by running blindly into the fence over and over again," commented Graves.
"I don't think it's that stupid," balked Jake. "But I'm no animal psychologist."
"Well I do find it an interesting concept and I intend to find out," asserted Graves.
"Then you can do it on your own time because I am pleased to announce that the facilities on Isla Sorna and Isla Indigo have both been completed," said Hammond happily.
"So mass production has been fully approved?" asked Jake trying to desperately contain his growing excitement.
"It has, I've gotten all of the investors onboard and funding is secured," said Hammond nodding.
"And what of the amphitheatre in San Diego?" asked Henry. "When will it be ready?"
"It won't," responded Hammond. Graves, Henry, and Jake looked at him bewildered.
"Okay," said Jake confused.
"I have decided that I will instead build a park on Isla Nublar dedicated to showing these animals off in a natural habitat rather than a confined space where they'll merely be paraded in front of tourists for a few moments and then vanish. I want a place that kids will be able to see and touch these animals and be able to revel in their natural wonder," said Hammond with a glow in his eyes. Silence ensued after that statement.
"So you're proposing some sort of Jurassic Park?" asked Henry and Jake at the same time.
"Yes, yes, exactly!" said Hammond pleased that they understood the concept he was going for as opposed to Gennaro. "What do you think?"
"Sounds noble," admitted Jake.
"It could have potential. But isn't it a little bit late in the game? I mean the amphitheatre is nearly constructed and this island seems like it could take a few years to build. Do we have the resources to survive another few years without showcasing the finished product?" asked Henry.
"It won't be easy, but we have to get it done. We won't get a second chance at this, we must succeed," asserted Hammond.
"Sage advice," commented Jake.
"And don't you forget it," said Hammond with a grin. "Now come, let's inspect this new facility I've made for you."
The four walked off towards the helicopter as the T-Rex watched them leave confused.
Present Day, Boat: "I won't forget John," said Jake softly as he watched Sorna grow larger in the distance.
Nearby Island: Several darkened individuals watched the boat sail by headed for Sorna in muted silence.