Jurassic World Dominion: Remade.

Duck Bills.

The Scene changes from the now quiet apartment of the dino-attack victim to a cold, tranquil and peaceful mountaintop. A spruce forest can be seen in the distance. If you look close enough- You can see wild creatures peacefully grazing on the grass under the thin blanket of snow.

"Sierra Nevada Mounains"

Rabbits hop around playfully in the snow. Jumping over each other in a silly little game that only they'd understand. One of the Rabbits stops, its ears perked. The other rabbits also noticed the danger. It was squeaking in a panic before evacuating the area.

The ground begins to shake, What the hell is going on???

Seven large, duckbilled Parasaurolophus erupted from the tree line, all calling out to one another as they stampeded through the once tranquil and peaceful area, rangers not too far behind.

The Parasaurs slipped and slid across the frosty landscape. One of the rangers picked up speed, holding onto the horses' reins to avoid falling and getting trampled to death.

With one hand, he reached for his waist slowly. He grabbed a tranquillizer gun, quickly glancing down to ensure it was loaded. It was. Under his face mask, he grinned.

One of the Parasaurs, a juvenile, bolted off to the left. He sneered to himself. He yelled to his fellow wranglers.
"You guys go and get the other Sox, I'll get this one!" He boomed.

His horse raced forward, in pursuit of the duckbill.

The Hadrosaur called out in terror. The man grabbed his tranquillizer gun yet again, steadying his gun and-
FUCK!!!

The Hadrosaur made a fast turn, slipping on some ice and falling over. The horse crashed into the dinosaur, whinnying in horror and shock. The rider flew to the floor, groaning in pain.

The Hadrosaur called out again, attempting to get up. The ranger grabbed his tranquillizer gun again, aiming it at the struggling dinosaur and firing!

The Hadrosaur made a loud wailing sound as the dart hit its leathery skin. The man struggled to get up yet eventually managed to stand up. He reached for his belt, grabbing a radio.
"Yeah, I got the rogue one. Get the truck."

After a while, the young parasaur was asleep in a containment pen. Three other hadrosaurs cooed to it curiously. The masked man stared at the creatures before exhaling softly. 

Owen Grady ripped the mask and goggles off of his face as he turned away from the enclosure. His breath was visible in the cold forest air, he closed his eyes for a second and all the flashbacks came back to him. 

Nublar, Jurassic World, Hoskins, Charlie Exploding in front of him,  Delta bursting into flames, Echos two halves separating in the jaws of the Indominus, Being betrayed by Wheatley and his men, Nublar erupting into ash and smoke around him, Blue nearly dying in his arms, Nearly dying in Rexy's jaws, Mills, The indoraptor, Blue. 

Fuck. No. His eyes shot open and he shook his head. The action and the running and the fighting were all behind him. He had promised that. He promised his family that. He would never go back to that life in a hundred years. He blinked a few times, each blink triggering another flashback.

It's.

All.

Your.

Fault.

Owen growled softly to himself, he assured himself that it wasn't his fault that the world went south. He turned around to gaze at the enclosure. A blue, black, grey and white Parasaur raised its head and trumpeted loudly, Owen Grady grinned as he turned around to call a few friends in the Dinosaur Protection Group. 

He passed a few large containers of dinosaurs, each with a sign with the dinosaur's name written on it in sloppy handwriting.

Stygimoloch spinifer...
Gallimimus bullatus...
Carnotaurus sastrei...
Parasaurolophus walkeri...
Equus quagga quagga...

Grady grinned as he recalled the experiences he had of containing the different dinosaurs. How he nearly died at the hands of a juvenile carnotaur, How the stigimolochs nearly woke up halfway through transporting it, How he broke his ribs after the Quagga kicked him...

...And Blue.

No. Stop it. He scowled as he entered his cabin. He quickly decided to call his friends in the morning, the sun was beginning to set. He entered the cabin, warmness surrounded the man as he took off his boots and coat, he threw his gloves to the side and settled down on the sofa. He pulled a blanket over himself and shut his eyes. He eventually drifted into a soft slumber.

About what? Blue. He couldn't escape the thoughts, even when he was asleep.

Owen Grady, A former Navy Seal who was recruited by INGEN to train velociraptors for Jurassic World. After the incident that took place on Nublar, Grady went off the grid to work on his own life- However, after Nublar's Volcano- Mount Sibo, erupted, Grady became a husband and father. Grady is still traumatised after the incidents and does his best to move on and focus on his own life once again.

Despite Grady's soft sleeping, despite his dreams, despite the loud music coming from Maisie's room...

He swears he could hear the faint sound of a very familiar Velociraptor not so far away in the distance.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I'm so sorry for just dying like that! I didn't expect college to just get me in a chokehold like that!

But here's Owen Grady's Introduction! 

Uh-

BYE!