Isla Alten- 306 miles off the coast of Costa Rica
The great ship had arrived at the docks at midday. The waves rolled quietly and slowly at the side. The hundreds of mercenaries and scientists made their way out of the hull and onto the wooden platform. Below the docks, far along the shoreline, the large, reptilian creatures called Nothosaurs were crawling onto land. One of the lead males looked back to see his mate, who's belly was larger than before.
Their bloodline was withing that gut, and their future. They paid no mind to the people who were several feet away from them, emerging from the giant steel ship. A forklift could be seen driving onto the dock, carrying a large crate with breathing holes in it. Within it could be heard a terrible sound.
It didn't take a genius to tell Claire and Co. that the Pyroraptor they captured on Sorna was the source of the noise. Dr. Mortem motioned for the ones driving the lift to follow the line of trucks setting off down the trail. He then turned to approach the group as they stayed apart from the crowd.
"Um, I apologize for the wait, doctors." He said earnestly. "We've a lot to unload, and I am certain you are eager to meet with the CEO."
"No hurry, mind you." Malcolm shrugged.
"But do not worry, I have contacted someone who will give you a guided tour." He pointed to a large station near the end of the runway, where a sort of subway-like vehicle was waiting in what looked like a tunnel. "He'll meet with you at the Hyperloop station down there. He will introduce you Mr. Robinson at the main labs."
"Uh, Dr. Mortem," Grant scratched his beard curiously. "What exactly kind of corporation are you running here?"
"That is the question, Dr. Grant." Mortem answered. "I believe our very own Mr. Bowman will answer it for you."
With that being said, Dr. Mortem turned and waved for a vehicle to stop for him to board. The group turned to the Hyperloop station. There, they saw one of the transportation modes coming into the station. As they approached the station, they saw the door rise open, and an individual in a Mantah Corp shirt immediately stepped out. He was of African-American ethnicity and looked to be in his late 20s, somewhere between 25 or 28.
The young man took one look at the group and froze in his tracks. He stared at them with eyes that read nothing short of shock and amazement. It almost looked like that of a young child meeting his favorite superhero for the very first time. Alan Grant stood there with an awkward expression as the young man stood there.
"Um…" He said. "Are you… Mr. Bowman?"
"Yes." The young man said meekly before turning a more excited tone. "And you're THE Alan Grant! The best Paleontologist in current media!"
He hurried over and shook his hand rapidly. Needless to say, Grant was taken back by his sudden enthusiasm. Nevertheless, he returned the shake as he smiled awkwardly. "Uh. Heh-heh, that's me. And to whom are we speaking?
The young man stepped back quickly. "Oh yes! How stupid of me! Um, hello folks. My name is Darius Bowman. I'm one of the chief benefactors of Mantah Corp. I've been instructed by our CEO, Mr. Robinson, to give you a guided tour of Isla Alten's technological facilities."
The group glanced at each other before turning back to Darius. Malcolm was the first to speak. "Uh, hi Darius. Dr. Malcolm here. Um, you probably know that. Um, just one question before we begin."
"Proceed, Dr. Malcolm." Darius smiled.
"Uh, where exactly will we be staying during our time here. Not to nitpick or anything, but it's just something that's crossed my mind. Me and my cohorts have mostly been inside of a boat these past few weeks. Granted, not the same boat the whole time, I mean, the last one was a ship…"
"That is an excellent question, Dr. Malcolm." Darius pointed at the Chaotician. "And I will definitely answer that and every question you all may have. Just step up into the Hyperloop, and the tour can begin."
He then turned his head to the Hyperloop, which opened up. And out of it walked a BRAD. Darius walked up to it. "Ah, BRAD. Head back up to the front controls and prepare for further instructions."
"Affirmative, Darius Bowman." The BRAD answered before heading back inside of the transportation. Darius waved for the group to follow him inside, which they did one by one.
Owen glanced back at Claire as he walked into the door. "Are you sure we can trust these people? They kinda used to be rivals with InGen. Remind you of someone?"
Claire nodded slowly and whispered back. "I know, I know. But at this point, what choice do we have?"
As the group entered the Hyperloop, they sat themselves down and pulled the safety bats over themselves. Darius Bowman sat at the center seat at the other side of the inside and pressed a button, closing the door. His face still held the splendor and wonder of a child at comic con. That wide grin on his face hardly left his face before he cocked his head towards the door that led to the controls.
"Ok BRAD. We're ready, begin the tour."
"Affirmative, Darius Bowman." The automated voice of the BRAD came through the speakers. At least ten seconds later, the group felt the Hyperloop begin to move. Of course, there had to be some questions shared by the visitors. Grant leaned forward as he looked at Darius. "Um, Darius? Just a quick question. You said we'll be going through… the facilities? What kind of business do you folks do here exactly?"
"Excellent question, Dr. Grant." Darius said enthusiastically. "And I'm glad to answer." He cleared his throat before continuing."
"You see folks, when InGen was founded in 1983, John Hammond went out of his way to keep everything about it a secret. There was literally no one who knew about it in year one. Literally, you had a better chance of finding a Giant Squid in the Hudson Bay. But as time went on, Hammond decided to create more publicity to fund his science research. And after that, oh boy, people were desperate to try and catch up with his success. But lots of companies started to fall through. All except two others: Biosyn, and Mantah Corp.
While Biosyn made its wealth by exploiting wild animals, Mantah Corp was able to create new technology for the U.S. government. There were tracking devices, areal surveillance, and underwater transportation. Stocks piled up, minor corporations were able to invest in the action, the company grew. And then came Masrani global, and they became business partners with InGen. Biosyn and Mantah Corp were all but left in the dust. Biosyn was the most ambitious, and tried just about everything Mantah Corp refused to do. All except for one tactic, when Jurassic World became a thing.
That's when things really became complicated. Mantah Corp was struggling more than ever then. When Dr. Wu made Dinosaurs again after 1993, demand had never been higher for InGen. Hammond's death left an impact, however, and Masrani was struggling to keep everything from Hammond's vision in line. Even after the incident in 2015, there was no doubt that Masrani Global's influence still existed."
"Wait a minute," Claire said. "You said your name is Darius Bowman?"
"That's right, Ms. Dearing."
It was then that a wave of realization and shock went over Claire. She widened her eyes. "Oh… I know who you are now! You're one of those six teenagers from that Summer Camp on Nublar!"
Darius chuckled awkwardly. "That's me, ma'am. Leader of the Camp fam. But don't worry, none of us blame you. I was actually gonna tell you about how Mantah Corp got its new ownership. But first, we'll be approaching our first Biome. BRAD, open up the windows!"
"Affirmative, Darius Bowman." The BRAD answered as the windows slid open. As the group looked out them, they could see that the Hyperloop was traveling through some sort of glass tunnel. And when the tunnel came from the darkness, they could hardly believe their eyes.
They had gone from the shores of Isla Alten to a great desert. There had been no indication beforehand as to whether or not there was a desert in this island, but here it was. And down below them were the inhabitants.
Even though the animals were small, the group could still make out what they saw. There were animals that walked on two legs with a stout tail at the end. They had round heads, beaks for months, and were the size of Wild Boars . Grant and Sattler could easily identify these animals.
"Dryosaurus." The two said in unison before looking at each other and chuckling awkwardly.
"Indeed Dr.'s." Darius said proudly. "After the incident of 2018 at Lockwoods's, Mantah Corp's been catching and collecting Dinosaurs all across the globe. We've even cooked up some species of our own. Dryosaurus is just one of the Dinosaurs we've made, and we learn just as much from them as we do from the books.
For example: after we cloned them from the amber mines, we've learned that they're mire adapted to a hotter temperature than the jungle or any other place." He looked down to see the dinosaurs sprinting around like Antelope on the Savannahs of Africa, jumping and leaping.
And further along the almost invisible railway, they could see more shapes coming into view. Two large Quadrupeds the size of light posts in the street. They looked as if they were in the same family as the Parasaurolophus, albeit with drastically different features. There were no crests upon their heads, and their skin was a more swampy green. The most distinguishing features about them were the large spikes on each of their hands, where the thumbs would be.
"The iguanodons are mostly terrestrial, but can also adapt to a more rocky terrain." Darius said as the Hyperloop sped across the invisible track. "Now to get to the main base, we'll have to also go through the Jungle Biome, which is our next stop."
Ahead of the transportation, a tunnel had opened in what was once thin air. They entered the dark tunnel and soon saw more light at the end. Once they reached the end, they found themselves over a large, dense rainforest. It looked as if they had entered the Amazon Jungle.
Grant leaned closer to the window to see if he could see anything among the foliage. Soon enough, his eyes came upon a large tree, with something winding around it. It was big, and very long. It curled around the trunk like a girdle, but it looked very different. He could make out some very thick scales on the olive green hide. He almost couldn't believe what it was.
"Um, is that-"
"Titanaboa?" Darius chuckled. "Yeah, I can hardly believe it either. Mantah Corp's labs are always hard at work creating new species to learn from. Researching fossil's is one thing, but seeing these new creatures in action is a whole different story."
"Uh, exactly how long did it take to make that?" Malcolm asked.
"The geneticists had to modify their supercomputers a total of twelve times before they could make that bad boy." Darius said. "And we're getting ready to release the Beezelbufo into the swamp Biome, should be by the end of the month."
"Beezelbufo, of course." Malcolm muttered. "Everything's coming out to play these days."
"Heads up folks," Darius said. "We're approaching the main headquarters now."
Darius was right. Ahead of the invisible track was a large building set within a massive clearing. It was at least four stories high. On the ground level, they could see some if the mercenaries from the ship loading their equipment into the back entrance. They could easily see Dr. Mortem among them.
Darius looked over and noticed Owen looking down at them with a concerned expression. "Don't worry, Mr. Grady. Your friend, Mr. Sembene, is being taken to the medical wing as we speak. I have a friend down there who specializes in human and animal treatment."
Owen sighed before looking forward. He saw that the Hyperloop pulled into a station in the second level. "Here we are!" Darius said as the transport came to a stop. "I'd take you to Mr. Robinson's office myself, but I've got work to do down in the labs." He excitedly shook Grant and Sattler's hands.
Grant was still surprised by the young man's enthusiasm but still remained polite. "It was an honor to meet you, Darius." He said.
Darius opened the door to the Hyperloop as the BRAD followed. "BRAD, please escort Dr. Grant and company to Mr. Robinson's office."
"Compliance, Darius Bowman." The robot answered in its robotic voice.
"See you all later!" Darius waved at them before hurrying down the hallway. The hallway was long and a dark grey color. The BRAD turned its head to the group with a whirring sound.
"Please follow me. Thomas Robinson is waiting for you."
*Later*
It had been a pretty quiet ride up the elevator. Much of the time spent in silence was staring at the robotic guide before them. If someone had told them three months ago that there was a company like them who was creating Dinosaurs AND robots, then they would ask the nearest person what they were on. But obviously, this was completely the norm. Better in here than out in a world ruled by Biosyn.
Soon, the robotic being led them to a large door made of brown wood with a golden handle. The BRAD then beeped before turning its head to the group.
"Thomas Robinson will see you now."
Grant was the first to open the door. It was a large office, with the other side of it not a wall, but a window that surveyed the entire jungle Biome. At the enormous desk sat a man in his 70s, with silver hair and a grey business suit. He stood up ecstatically and walked quickly over to them, while at the same time keeping professional and refined.
"Ah, there they are!" He exclaimed. "Dr. Alan Grant, Ellie Sattler, and Ms. Claire Dearing. All famous people who I have been dying to meet."
"Uh, excuse me?" Malcolm said confusedly. "Um, I believe you are forgetting someone?"
"Oh yes Dr. Malcolm." Mr. Robinson shook his hand. "Tremendous fan of your book. Preachy and abstract, my favorite combination.
Anyways, allow me to introduce myself. Thomas Robinson. CEO of Mantah Corp, and your host during your time here. Welcome to Isla Alten by the way. The most advanced and secretive Wildlife Reserve in the world."
"It is a pleasure to see you again, Tom." Maxin said.
"Zane, good to see you old friend." Robinson greeted the hunter. "Delighted to see that you've been brought back here as well. Haven't seen or heard from you for nearly a year. How have you been?"
"If you want to hear the truth: so and so." Maxin sighed. "And by so and so, I mean harassed several times by crazed Dinosaurs sailed to a desolate island only to meet with a pack of nearly forty infected Pyroraptors. Other than that, I find no reason to complain."
"Well that's the world today, isn't it?" Robinson replied.
"Excuse me, sir." Grant said as he walked over to the CEO. "I'm sorry to sound too forward here, but I think it's beneficial to know what it is you and your people do here exactly. Just so we get better acquainted."
That smile Grant gave at the end of his sentence was followed by a nod. Grant was not exactly one to trust anyone rich approaching him with any sort of deal. No one could forget how the last instance turned out.
"Why of course. Dr. Grant." Robinson clapped his hands together and started walking towards his window. He then stood on what looked like a white rectangular platform on the floor. He then swiped his hand through the air as his window showed what looked like a reflective computer screen.
"To explain our intention, I think it's customary to pick up where Mr. Bowman left off. You see, after Darius and his friends were left behind on Isla Nublar in 2015, Mantah Corp's assets were draining. We thought that our ticket to the top of the Biological board went down with InGen's ship. Back then, the company was run by an old colleague of mine, Daniel Kon. You see, Daniel wasn't exactly a family man like me. To him, family was only important to him if it fit his ideals.
He had this… bright idea to hack into a Dinosaur's brain and control their every movement. This was mostly done by use of a microchip implanted in their brains. What no one knew, was what I had known. Being a man of business, my main concern was where exactly he had gotten the idea to begin with. My main leads had led me to one conclusion: Dr. Henry Wu.
It had been his idea that Daniel had copied to make his magnum opus. And it was that idea that got him arrested, and his operation shut down. His dear son, Kenji, was the legal beneficiary to all of his assets. However, after two years, he had made the decision to hand the responsibility over to the next possible heir. Me. And, of course, this was partially due to the infamous Lockwood incident.
After young miss Lockwood released the dinosaurs onto the world, a new window had opened. A light had finally shone upon our darkened slum. InGen was a Graveyard of Broken dreams, but we found ways to relive their legacy. Using the techniques provided by the labs within both Jurassic Park and Jurassic World, we were able to create species that had not even been dreamed of by Hammond, on Nublar or Sorna. And then it hit me: why take them somewhere the greed of man could exploit them? Why not keep them here, where they could thrive and expand? Daniel had already laid the ground work in his folly, and that, too, was worth reviving. And so, the new endeavor of Mantah Corp was established."
"So you created that Titanaboa out there?" Grant pointed outside.
"That and more, Dr. Grant." Robinson continued. "However, there were some species in the outside world that were also worth preserving. The injured, the weak, the orphaned. Many were injured by traps laid by hunters, and others had gained various sicknesses from natural causes. But thanks to our military-trained mercenaries, many have been captured and transported to our island. "
"You're saying that these attacks aren't because of some disease?" Claire asked.
"According to our research, no." Robinson answered. "Our sources say that the effects have been traced to a substance that has the same purpose as our micro chips, but with a more devastating effect on the mind. From what we've learned about them, the substance has a more temporary handle in the minds of larger creatures. They respond to a radio frequency emitted by an unknown source. However, since their attack in California, we've seen that the larger members of the pack, like the Giga and the Spino, have started to become more independent, hunting on their own without the use of a radio wave calling them. The smaller ones, however, are far more predictable."
"Ones?" Owen asked. "You mean there's more than the Dilo and that Raptor you captured?"
"Yeah, you weren't with us on Sorna." Grant replied with a sigh.
"But with your help, we can stop this unnecessary carnage." Robinson continued. "We can prevent more loss of life. We can return this world to as it was before. But before we get down to business, there is one question I must ask." A brief pause entered the office as the group gathered around.
"How prepared are you to enter the belly of the beast?"
Hello there, fellow Jurassic Park/World fans! First off, I wanna apologize for the extremely long wait since the last chapter. The college life has kept me on my toes. Hardly any time for the dino life, but I'm here now. Back to writing and lots and lots of dinos!
Secondly, guys, we have to lay off the new movie. Sure, there were a few things to criticize about it, but overall, it was a thrill ride. Even though the movie is out, I assure you that I am still going to write this story. Thirdly, I gotta be totally honest, all the things this story has predicted for Camp Cretaceous and the actual movie itself scares me. It really does.
Lastly, for this story, I have been making some serious changes to the final seasons of Camp Cretaceous. First of all, Toro was never brought to Isla Alten (Yeah, I named Mantah Corp island, what of it?). He was freed from Nublar with another Carno who became his lady friend. Secondly, Ahab the Spinosaurus was never on Alten to begin with. He, along with the other Sorna survivors, swam away after the Biosyn bombing and was made into their strongest fighter and biggest member of the pack. There's gonna be some more battles between him and Rexy later on. And finally, Mantah Corp's biomes are basically the Malta sanctuary from the movie, where species old and new are thriving everywhere.
Thank you for reading this new chapter! Be sure to PM me for questions about the story and stay tuned for more! Spare no expense.