With most of the people assembled, Craig pulls himself up onto the hood of a military-looking truck. He speaks into his radio, still connected to the intercom. "FIRST OFF, GOOD JOB! THAT'S OUR THIRD DINOSAUR NOW, MEANS A HIGHER FOOD BILL FOR ME, BUT LESS HAVOC IN THIS WORLD. FAIR TRADE, I GUESS." He motions to where a group of NPC guards are loading up the duckbill.
"I THINK I SPOTTED A SECOND OUT THERE, THOUGH. WE'RE GONNA NEED TO MAKE A SWEEP. I'M FORMING YOU GUYS INTO TEAMS. A, B, AND C ARE ALREADY DIVIDED UP. 'D' WILL BE COMPOSED OF OUR VOLUNTEERS. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE HONORS ON THIS LITTLE JOB. GET GEARED UP GUYS." He pauses. "BUT FIRST, I WANNA LET YOU KNOW WHAT I'M EXPECTING."
He sits down, and lowers his voice. "I'm gonna be honest here guys. I'm sick of seeing fatalities on the front page of my newspaper. Dinosaurs are great. They're amazing animals. But they're animals. There are humans out there dying because people are scared to make dinosaurs extinct for a second time. I'm not. If you can tranq them, great, good, I prefer that. If you can't, and your team is in danger, I want you guys to start using real bullets. I do not want to lose a guy."
He stands back up. "That's all. Go get that paradasaur...parasaurphus...para...whatever, the duckbill thing. Good luck. Emilio is top dog again."
The original duckbill has been transported to the back of the warehouse, which has giant cages set up for the containment of captured dinosaurs. It is successfully transferred into a cage.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
OOC: Just letting you know, i don't plan on following the stupid Jurassic World logic where dinos are impervious to actual bullets.
OOC: I'm working to fix some of the errors of Jurassic World, and yes, I'm 100% with that. If we shoot these things with lethals enough, they're going down.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
IC: *Martin heads over to one of the check-in guys. He nods to him.* "Hey, you know where vehicles are?"
With most of the people assembled, Craig pulls himself up onto the hood of a military-looking truck. He speaks into his radio, still connected to the intercom. "FIRST OFF, GOOD JOB! THAT'S OUR THIRD DINOSAUR NOW, MEANS A HIGHER FOOD BILL FOR ME, BUT LESS HAVOC IN THIS WORLD. FAIR TRADE, I GUESS." He motions to where a group of NPC guards are loading up the duckbill.
"I THINK I SPOTTED A SECOND OUT THERE, THOUGH. WE'RE GONNA NEED TO MAKE A SWEEP. I'M FORMING YOU GUYS INTO TEAMS. A, B, AND C ARE ALREADY DIVIDED UP. 'D' WILL BE COMPOSED OF OUR VOLUNTEERS. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE HONORS ON THIS LITTLE JOB. GET GEARED UP GUYS." He pauses. "BUT FIRST, I WANNA LET YOU KNOW WHAT I'M EXPECTING."
He sits down, and lowers his voice. "I'm gonna be honest here guys. I'm sick of seeing fatalities on the front page of my newspaper. Dinosaurs are great. They're amazing animals. But they're animals. There are humans out there dying because people are scared to make dinosaurs extinct for a second time. I'm not. If you can tranq them, great, good, I prefer that. If you can't, and your team is in danger, I want you guys to start using real bullets. I do not want to lose a guy."
He stands back up. "That's all. Go get that paradasaur...parasaurphus...para...whatever, the duckbill thing. Good luck. Emilio is top dog again."
The original duckbill has been transported to the back of the warehouse, which has giant cages set up for the containment of captured dinosaurs. It is successfully transferred into a cage.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
Justin goes to find the check-in guys. "So, I think I'm supposed to drive something. Do I need to pick a vehicle or find some people to drive or what?"
OoC: I was honestly surprised there wasn’t even a mention of him. But Zach and Gray weren’t either, so they don’t care to much about “side” characters. =P
OOC: Yeah, he could've gotten a mention easy enough, Zach and Gray probs would've been harder to work in, but I guess Claire could've mentioned them.
OoC: Come to think of it, he did support Malcolm’s theories, so he probably wouldn’t have been at the DPG. That’s a good point. =P
With most of the people assembled, Craig pulls himself up onto the hood of a military-looking truck. He speaks into his radio, still connected to the intercom. "FIRST OFF, GOOD JOB! THAT'S OUR THIRD DINOSAUR NOW, MEANS A HIGHER FOOD BILL FOR ME, BUT LESS HAVOC IN THIS WORLD. FAIR TRADE, I GUESS." He motions to where a group of NPC guards are loading up the duckbill.
"I THINK I SPOTTED A SECOND OUT THERE, THOUGH. WE'RE GONNA NEED TO MAKE A SWEEP. I'M FORMING YOU GUYS INTO TEAMS. A, B, AND C ARE ALREADY DIVIDED UP. 'D' WILL BE COMPOSED OF OUR VOLUNTEERS. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE HONORS ON THIS LITTLE JOB. GET GEARED UP GUYS." He pauses. "BUT FIRST, I WANNA LET YOU KNOW WHAT I'M EXPECTING."
He sits down, and lowers his voice. "I'm gonna be honest here guys. I'm sick of seeing fatalities on the front page of my newspaper. Dinosaurs are great. They're amazing animals. But they're animals. There are humans out there dying because people are scared to make dinosaurs extinct for a second time. I'm not. If you can tranq them, great, good, I prefer that. If you can't, and your team is in danger, I want you guys to start using real bullets. I do not want to lose a guy."
He stands back up. "That's all. Go get that paradasaur...parasaurphus...para...whatever, the duckbill thing. Good luck. Emilio is top dog again."
The original duckbill has been transported to the back of the warehouse, which has giant cages set up for the containment of captured dinosaurs. It is successfully transferred into a cage.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
Lowery goes off to find someone to help load the computers into a minivan.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
IC: *Martin heads over to one of the check-in guys. He nods to him.* "Hey, you know where vehicles are?"
The guy pulls out a box of keys. "Grab one and hope you get lucky." He pauses. "Just kidding, they're labeled. Vehicle description, and license plate number just to make sure you get the right one."
With most of the people assembled, Craig pulls himself up onto the hood of a military-looking truck. He speaks into his radio, still connected to the intercom. "FIRST OFF, GOOD JOB! THAT'S OUR THIRD DINOSAUR NOW, MEANS A HIGHER FOOD BILL FOR ME, BUT LESS HAVOC IN THIS WORLD. FAIR TRADE, I GUESS." He motions to where a group of NPC guards are loading up the duckbill.
"I THINK I SPOTTED A SECOND OUT THERE, THOUGH. WE'RE GONNA NEED TO MAKE A SWEEP. I'M FORMING YOU GUYS INTO TEAMS. A, B, AND C ARE ALREADY DIVIDED UP. 'D' WILL BE COMPOSED OF OUR VOLUNTEERS. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE HONORS ON THIS LITTLE JOB. GET GEARED UP GUYS." He pauses. "BUT FIRST, I WANNA LET YOU KNOW WHAT I'M EXPECTING."
He sits down, and lowers his voice. "I'm gonna be honest here guys. I'm sick of seeing fatalities on the front page of my newspaper. Dinosaurs are great. They're amazing animals. But they're animals. There are humans out there dying because people are scared to make dinosaurs extinct for a second time. I'm not. If you can tranq them, great, good, I prefer that. If you can't, and your team is in danger, I want you guys to start using real bullets. I do not want to lose a guy."
He stands back up. "That's all. Go get that paradasaur...parasaurphus...para...whatever, the duckbill thing. Good luck. Emilio is top dog again."
The original duckbill has been transported to the back of the warehouse, which has giant cages set up for the containment of captured dinosaurs. It is successfully transferred into a cage.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
Justin goes to find the check-in guys. "So, I think I'm supposed to drive something. Do I need to pick a vehicle or find some people to drive or what?"
"Vehicle first, people later. They'll pile in sure enough if you get a transport." He motions to the box on the counter. "You're only allowed one, a second is extra charge. Just kidding, you're only allowed one, no exceptions. They're labelled. License plate number and description."
He notices the rifle you are carrying. "Hey, looks like you might want some ammo for that thing." He grabs a freshly-shaved Frank. "Get this man some ammo." Frank grumbles but goes off to look for some.
I walk over to Emilio. "Alright, I heard you're leading us. So, where would you like me?"
OOC: Andrew is a guide.
Emilio pauses for a moment, thinking. "You have any experience as a guide senor? If so, you'll be the guide for this mission." Like some of the others, Emilio walks over to the vehicles.
With most of the people assembled, Craig pulls himself up onto the hood of a military-looking truck. He speaks into his radio, still connected to the intercom. "FIRST OFF, GOOD JOB! THAT'S OUR THIRD DINOSAUR NOW, MEANS A HIGHER FOOD BILL FOR ME, BUT LESS HAVOC IN THIS WORLD. FAIR TRADE, I GUESS." He motions to where a group of NPC guards are loading up the duckbill.
"I THINK I SPOTTED A SECOND OUT THERE, THOUGH. WE'RE GONNA NEED TO MAKE A SWEEP. I'M FORMING YOU GUYS INTO TEAMS. A, B, AND C ARE ALREADY DIVIDED UP. 'D' WILL BE COMPOSED OF OUR VOLUNTEERS. THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE HONORS ON THIS LITTLE JOB. GET GEARED UP GUYS." He pauses. "BUT FIRST, I WANNA LET YOU KNOW WHAT I'M EXPECTING."
He sits down, and lowers his voice. "I'm gonna be honest here guys. I'm sick of seeing fatalities on the front page of my newspaper. Dinosaurs are great. They're amazing animals. But they're animals. There are humans out there dying because people are scared to make dinosaurs extinct for a second time. I'm not. If you can tranq them, great, good, I prefer that. If you can't, and your team is in danger, I want you guys to start using real bullets. I do not want to lose a guy."
He stands back up. "That's all. Go get that paradasaur...parasaurphus...para...whatever, the duckbill thing. Good luck. Emilio is top dog again."
The original duckbill has been transported to the back of the warehouse, which has giant cages set up for the containment of captured dinosaurs. It is successfully transferred into a cage.
OOC: Keys to the vehicles are available with the check-in guys. I'm expecting you guys to take a couple, especially a transport truck of some sorts. Basically anything you want is available (minivan, motorcycle, jeep, transport vehicles, a tank, though you won't be allowed to take that thing out for a spin on this yet ) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech.
Lucas shuffles over to Emilio. "Where am I needed?" he asks. OOC: Lucas is a commando.
IC: *Martin heads over to one of the check-in guys. He nods to him.* "Hey, you know where vehicles are?"
The guy pulls out a box of keys. "Grab one and hope you get lucky." He pauses. "Just kidding, they're labeled. Vehicle description, and license plate number just to make sure you get the right one."
Justin goes to find the check-in guys. "So, I think I'm supposed to drive something. Do I need to pick a vehicle or find some people to drive or what?"
"Vehicle first, people later. They'll pile in sure enough if you get a transport." He motions to the box on the counter. "You're only allowed one, a second is extra charge. Just kidding, you're only allowed one, no exceptions. They're labelled. License plate number and description."
He notices the rifle you are carrying. "Hey, looks like you might want some ammo for that thing." He grabs a freshly-shaved Frank. "Get this man some ammo." Frank grumbles but goes off to look for some.
"Thanks!" Justin opens the box and begins sorting through his options.
-last edited on Aug 7, 2018 15:56:30 GMT by Z-Whales
Post by Z-Whales on Aug 7, 2018 15:55:47 GMT
Alan Grant has been mostly laying low for the last decade-and-a-half, struggling with PTSD and being horrified at the fact that Jurassic World was a thing. Now a firm believer in Malcolm's chaos theory, he refused to attend the park even after 10 years of operation, and hated being right after the 2015 incident.
He was visiting California in 2018 when HOLY BRICKS YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED so he ran for it but stumbled across the warehouse. He decided to ring the doorbell and see what these idiots were up to so he could try and knock some sense into 'em.
I walk over to Emilio. "Alright, I heard you're leading us. So, where would you like me?"
OOC: Andrew is a guide.
Emilio pauses for a moment, thinking. "You have any experience as a guide senor? If so, you'll be the guide for this mission." Like some of the others, Emilio walks over to the vehicles.
Yeah. I have exper-- he just...he just...walked away. Okay. *I follow Emilio*
) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech. 
If we shoot these things with lethals enough, they're going down. 
) You have 15 NPC volunteers with you, somewhat trained, mostly weaponized. You can make them drivers, medics, or commandos, no guides or tech. 
