Triassic Invasion – Chapter 3, Period 1 (Period-a-Day)

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Class 3 – Anisian Assembly

Period 1

The late winter-to-early spring night air turned cold and harsh. The hostages, made up of the baseball team, team coaches, and Jamie, all shook and shivered under the frozen blanket of night. They speculated on what was happening, giving different possibilities from reality shows to a movie. They would never get the answer they wanted. Eroapst walked from the baseball diamond over to the crowd on the pitcher’s mound. “This is not some escapist trash!” His high-pitched voice cracked an octave higher. He leaned down and grabbed a player by the collar and yanked the student to him. “Do you know who Dieous is?”

    The student could not stop shaking. His eyes bugged out of his head to examine Eorapst. His breath was strong, but teeth looked like miniature knives sitting in his mouth. His amber eyes blinked to reveal multiple layers of protection. The student tried to get out a “no” but got stuck on the n sound.

    “I see,” Eorapst said. “Then you are of no use to me.” He lifted the student off the ground. 

    A coach shot up. He was the batting coach, and English 2 teacher, Mr. Hoge. He had short salt and pepper hair and looked like he had not done cardio since college. “Stop!” he said. 

    Eorapst tilted his head to look past the student. “What was that? Did a lesser being try to command me?” 

    “Look, Mr…” Mr. Hoge said.

    “Lieutenant Eorapst.”

    “Lt. Eorapst, these are just children, let them go, and leave them alone. I can help you,” Mr. Hoge said. He looked down at the other two coaches sitting on the grass and dirt. “We can help you. We are teachers. We know the students. Just let the kids go.”

    Eorpast looked back at the student in his grasp. His eyes were out of his head and sweat coated his face. He was scared, helpless, and he knew it. It was a common look from prey about to be sacrificed for the stronger species. Eorapst tossed the student to a raptor soldier. “I reject your offer.” He turned to the soldier. “Take him back to the nest.” 

    The student was dragged off the field by the back of his collar. His screams and cries filled the air around the hostages. Snot made up most of his face when he vanished into the shroud of blackness outside of the stadium. 

    In the dugout Desmond tried to stand up, felt a wince of pain, and collapsed back to the ground, hand firmly holding his side. “We have to do something!” 

    “Calm down,” Kyane said. “We have to wait.”

    “While our friends get killed! No, we go now,” Desmond said. He turned to his teammates. “Right?” One agreed. Harry didn’t move. Desmond and the other teammate, Anthony, both tried to stand up again. They walked to the edge of the dugout before collapsing. They could only stand by bracing on the dugout’s ledge. 

    “See how well that doing something worked out,” Kyane said. 

    “Yeah dude, I’m with Kyane here on this one,” Harry said. “We tried going all like Casey Jones on them and that didn’t go so well.”

    Desmond arched his head back. “Well what is your plan then?” he asked.

    “We wait,” she said. She took out her phone and passed it back and forth between her hands. 

    “Wait. You’ve had your phone the whole time!?” Desmond tried to yell. 

    Kayne jumped up and covered his mouth. “Shh, shh, shut up.” She uncovered his mouth. “Yes, I have my phone.”

    “Well why didn’t you text me back!?” Kyane covered his mouth again. 

    It clicked in Kyane’s head. “Is that why you’ve been such a jerk to me?” Kyane asked. “Because I left you on read? Really?” 

    Desmond rolled his eyes. He pulled her handoff. “Yes,” he whispered. “It’s easy to text back and say that you’re okay, or fine, or whatever. It takes two whole seconds to do.”

    “Well I had other stuff on my mind when you texted me,” she said. 

    “Still, two seconds!”

    “Is this really what we are going to talk about right now?” Harry asked. “How some girl you are crushing on didn’t text you back? We kind of have bigger problems right now.”

    “Thank you, Henry,” Kyane said. 

    “It’s Harry. Like the situation we’re in.” The dugout was silent. “Right.”

    Anthony looked over and saw Kyane’s phone in her hand. “You have a phone? Call the police!” 

    She looked at him. “No,” she said. “We have to wait for the best moment, or this will go badly for everyone.”

    “It already went badly!” Anthony lunged at her and grabbed her, pushing her back down to the used condom wrapper floor. The student swiped to the emergency mode and dialed 911. 

    “911 what is your emergency?” the dispatcher asked. 

    “Yeah, ahh there is, there is a hostage situation I think, I don’t know. There are these monsters-” before he could finish Eorapst looked over. The student freaked out. “Oh my god he saw me, he saw me. I’m dead. They already killed one guy; they’re going to kill me too.”

    “Please sir, calm down and tell me where you are?” the dispatcher asked.

    Eroapst ran toward the student and made it before the student could say. He dug his claw into the student’s chest. “You’re a stupid species,” he said. Blood ran down the back of the student’s training jersey and dribbled onto the steps. 

    The phone clacked to the floor. The operation continued to ask if he was there, and what was going on. “We have turned on your GPS and will send police to your location. Please stay safe. I will be on the phone the whole time until the police arrive.” Eorapst picked up the phone and crushed it in his hand. 

    “Whose idea was this?” Eorapst asked. He looked at the three students in the dugout. 

    Kyane pointed to the skewered student. “It was all his,” she said. 

    Eorapst shook his head. He removed his hand from the student’s body. He crumpled to the ground. His claws were painted red. He stepped over the body and entered the dugout. His frame cast deep black shadows over the three. “How do I know that is true. This could all have been some ploy.” Kyane, Desmond, and Harry backed themselves into the corner. 

    Kyane looked at Anothony’s corpse on the ground. She felt her blood pouring on and highlighting the ground with Anthony. She was pale. She looked back at Harry and Desmond. They weren’t any better. She knew her parents were coming. They had to be. She could save them all once they did. She stepped up. “It wasn’t, okay?” Eorapst’s claws sharpened. Her time was limited. “Look, I’ll prove it. Let me tell them that I will collect their cell phones, so they can’t make any other calls for help.”

    Eorapst was silent. Kyane stepped backward. Her eyes were not focused on his claws, or teeth, but his wriggling tail. It moved idly in a soothing back and forth motion. “Okay,” he said, breaking her concentration on the tail. She looked at him. “I will go along with your plan, female.” 

“Good,” Kyane said. She stepped back up to the dinosaur. She looked back. Desmond gave her a look of concern and hope. She knew she just had to buy time until her parents arrived, then she could just change and take care of business. She was just unsure of when that would happen.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2 Finale( Period-a-Day)

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Period 9

The moon rose over the baseball field. The stadium lights brightened like the sun. But there were no stars in the sky. The late-winter air blew through the night leaving whispers behind. The crowd of students and teachers murmured about what was going on. Eorapst cracked his tail against the ground. Desmond and the other two players woke up. They crawled and joined Kyane on the bench. “Teenagers! Your superiors are here! Do as I ask of you and you may come out of this alive!” 

Desmond and Kyane looked at each other. Kyane saw a fear that she thought no person of Desmond’s size should have. It was an instinctual fear. The flight or fight response going into high gear. Kyane knew what her answer was to that question. 

Eorapst was unaware that he was being watched from a similarly tailed figure. The tailed figured observed the lieutenant from a large classroom window. Only his green tail, and scaly arms glowed bright in the rising moon’s light. He crossed his arm. It’s only hope was that they could get enough information from this event to adjust their plans. Other than that, he was dreading what he was sure to come.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 8 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 8

Damon and Hinotomi sat in their living room. Hinotomi’s cell phone sat between them on the coffee table. Their boss, and government liaison Jerry Saucher was on the other end of the line. The sun had set, and the moon was rising. 

“I can’t believe this,” Jerry said.His voice was tiny through the speakerphone.  He was sitting at his computer in his office at the lab downtown. He was examining the data Damon and Hinotomi had gotten from Dieous. Along his desk, and walls were photos of him with military men of all backgrounds. “This data is just incredible.”

“We agree, sir,” Damon said. He had his desk on the wooden coffee table. “This was the first real successful test we’ve seen.”

“Quite impressive. Who did you say the pilot of this test was again?”

“Well that is where this gets a little tricky,” Hinotomi said. “It was our daughter.”

“Ah huh, I see. How old is she? Is she properly trained?”

Hinotomi and Damon gave nervous laughs. “The opposite actually,” Hinotomi said. “She is only 15 years old. The biggest thing she’s ever controlled was her emotions, and that is barely true most of the time.”

Jerry nodded. “Do I even want to ask why she had this government-issued, high-tech battle armor worth more than my house, your house, and your daughter’s future house combined after inflation?”

“No, sir,” Damon said. “But if you look at the video, she is quite good at fighting off the dinosaur creatures.” He looked at his wife. She gave him the same look when he said he would handle all of Thanksgiving dinner many years ago because she had the flu. He meant well by it but knew full well it was far from the truth. “Okay, marginally well. But still, better than any soldier we’ve gotten.” 

“I can’t argue with your results. Are you sure that this T/S meter is the cause of this?” Jerry scrubbed through Kyane’s leaps across the bridge back to her house. 

“Yes,” Hinotomi said. “That T/S meter is what separates Kyane from the rest of the pilots.”

Jerry brought up past data from the other pilots. There was a full screen of 60 or more users, with less than ten percent even being able to move Dieous any length of distance. The T/S meter was blank, or not existent on most of them. “I see,” he said. He paused for a moment. Kyane’s parents’ heartbeats matched the same nervous rhythm. “Should I be mad?”

“Sir?”

“Yeah, what do you mean, Jerry?”

“Should I be mad about all of this?” Jerry tried to clarify. 

There was a ding on Damon and Hinotomi’s phones. Damon’s phone showed that there was a message from her daughter to read.

“We were… are mad at our daughter for running away with this equipment but see this information as a major breakthrough with our research,” Damon said.

“Mrs. Yorotis, do you agree with your husband here?” There was a moment of silence. “Mrs. Yorotis?”

Damon looked over at Hinotomi on her phone. Her eyes were wide, her phone shook in her hand. “What’s wrong?” She showed the message to Damon. “‘DN’ what does that mean?” he asked. 

“Our daughter needs Dieous,” Hinotomi said. 

“Right…” Damon said. 

“Good,” Jerry said. “I guess I have my answer. I will call our trainer in, so we can get her up to task for the fight ahead. Make sure you get a supplemental video outside of the mask’s camera.” He hung his phone up.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 7 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 7

The metallic hit of a baseball bat against a baseball sent a shiver down Kyane’s spine. The ball arced up and deep into the outfield. Kyane lost it in the orange glow of the setting sun. The pitcher threw another ball, Harry, Desmond’s teammate, knocked it out of the park. “Good hit, man,” Desmond said. He stood by the bleachers near Kyane and Jamie. He swung his weighted bat to warm up. Kyane couldn’t look away from his muscles when he swung away, but she tried her best. Especially when he looked at her.  

“Was that a good hit?” Jamie asked. He had his laptop out with the claw he and Desmond picked up the night before in the same plastic bag. 

    “Yeah, it’s pretty good,” Kyane said. 

    “He’s the second-best,” Desmond said. “With me being the best of course.” 

    “Yeah, sure,” Kyane said.  She stuffed her hands in her leather jacket pockets. It was spring, but early spring so nights got cold, and Kyane was oddly chilled. She turned to Jamie. “So, tell me again what you found and happened to you.”

    “If you read your texts you’d have known,” Desmond remarked. He knocked the dirt out of his cleats.

    “I told you: grounded. That means the phone is taken away!” She felt her phone weighing her left jacket pocket down. She’s glad he didn’t notice. Kyane did not look away from Jamie, she just pointed her finger at Desmond. “So, please, tell me what happened.”

    “Well,” Jamie began. He then went into an overly detailed explanation of him coming early, doing some preliminary investigation work, Desmond coming, getting her a frozen coffee, waiting for her to arrive, then finding the nail and the creature who lost it. The creature then tried to attack them, but they were saved by some robot superhero. 

    “Right,” Kyane said. She turned to Desmond. “Is this true?” The sun dipped below the horizon. The stadium lights clicked on. 

    “He dropped a truth bomb,” Desmond said. “It is wild, I know, but it is the truth I swear.” He held his hand up. His coach called him over to hit next. “Gotta go homies. Wait up though so we can go over what to write.” He jogged up to the plate. The pitcher hurled a ball at him. He knocked it down the foul line, and out of the park. 

    Desmond stepped up to the plate, took a couple extra swings before the pitcher threw him a fastball. Desmond knocked it out of bounds. “How’s it going with them?” Harry asked. He was leaning along the visiting dugout.

    “They’re pretty cool.” Desmond hit another one down the line. 

    “Pretty and cool?”

    “Yes, I mean no, but like yes. At least for one of them. Jamie’s like a good dude too. We vibe.”

    “That should be what you and Kyane are doing.”

    “I’m working on it.”

    “I can see that.” Harry looked over and waved at the two onlookers. “You should be working on that swing though. You’re way off.” 

    “Yeah, but I like them,” Desmond said. He hit a ball out of the park. He heard it against flesh. They looked at the horizon and froze. 

    “I hate his smug face,” Kyane mumbled. Kyane picked up the bagged claw. “Do you mind?”

    “N-n-no,” Jamie said. He slid it across his keyboard to her. She picked it up and examined the claw. “I tried to look up what kind of claw it was, and how it could pierce brickwork.”

    “No idea,” Kyane said half-listening. She could tell it was the same claws Dieous’s armor was able to block last night. If it could break through brickwork, then whatever Dieous was made up of must have been way stronger. But she had the evidence, now it was time to move on to the next step. “Can I take this home tonight?”

    “Wh-why?” Jamie said. “We need it for our extra credit.”

    “You’ll get it back tomorrow, don’t worry.” She pocketed the claw. “My parents are scientists for, like, a living. You know? Maybe they could figure out what this thing is, or what creature it came from.” 

    “I mean we kind of know the creature,” Jamie said. He typed on his keyboard. He turned it to Kyane. “I said it was a dinosaur-like creature, so I looked up the face I remembered and got that it was a velociraptor. Only it was much bigger and could speak. It is too weird. Right? Then, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but a superhero named Dieous showed up and saved us. Weird and like something out of a movie or a show, but it totally happened.”

    “Yeah, yeah, totally,” Kyane said with fainting interest. “Anyway, what should we write?” Kyane realized that she hadn’t heard the whacking of baseballs against bats for a minute or two, or Desmond’s voice. Until…

    “Ah, guys!” Desmond called from across the field. Kyane and Jamie stood up. Even from across the field they heard the all too familiar, and oddly ominous clicks of the raptor claws against concrete. 

    Outside of the practice stadium the 10 raptors with Eorapst in front marched toward the group of huddled players. Their clicking feet marched in unison, a full fighting force. Three of the players, including Desmond, raised their bats to face the raptor monsters. Kyane wanted to yell, but she couldn’t blow her cover. Three of the raptors took off ahead, leaped over to the fence, and swung their claws down. Two of the players got hit and fell onto the clay. Desmond blocked two of the swipes. Sparks rained off the bat as the aluminum met claw. Desmond pushed back and swung again. He knocked his raptor in the arm. The raptor fell onto the grass. Desmond marched over to finish, one of the other raptors darted over and rammed Desmond in the back. Desmond fell to the ground. 

    “We gotta get outta here,” Kyane said. She stood up, grabbed Jamie by the hand. Jamie shut his laptop and they ran to the edge of the bleachers. Their feet made thonking sounds on the metal chairs. They jumped to the ground and took off.
    “Wait… I… Can’t… Run…” Jamie wheezed out. 

    Kyane swiveled her head back. “We don’t hav-.” It was in that second, she heard it, two sets of raptor claws click in front of her. She swiveled her head back. Two raptor creatures stood in front of her. She knew she had to fight them, get back to her house, get Dieous, come back, and fight off these other guys. It was her fault. She felt it in her stomach. If she hadn’t let him go, or maybe didn’t do as much, or maybe… Wait, she didn’t have time for thinking. 

Kyane let go of Jamie’s hand and jabbed her right fist at the raptor. She saw it in slow motion. The raptor curled his tail around his body, wrapped it around her wrist, then tore it away from him. A stinging pain ran up her body. She then saw her vision flip and felt a slam onto her back. Her lungs felt like they were just popped. 

    Jamie was holding his laptop in both hands. He raised the laptop and arms high. “I give up, please don’t hurt me.” The two raptors cocked their heads at each other. They pointed to the center of the field. Jamie walked over to the pitcher’s mound with his hands still way above his head. The raptor with Kyane’s hand around his tail, and three other raptors dragged the knocked-out players to the pitcher’s mound. The rest of the couch’s and players followed Jamie’s lead and walked over willingly. 

     Eorapst walked to the diamond. He pointed to the home-team dugout. “Place the four prisoners in there for now. We’ll get to them later.” 

The raptors dragged them over. Kyane put her free hand in her pocket. She felt around for the unlock button and clicked it. She searched for the message button. Her parents were the last people she messaged. She knew she only had a limited amount of time to get a message to them as soon as possible. She tapped out the letters “DN” without looking and sent it. She had messaged and typed on her phone enough to be able to do it without needing to see it. She hoped that her parents could figure out what she meant and come over to help her get out of this situation.  

The raptor released Kyane from his grip with a whip of his tail. She was tossed onto the ground of the dugout. The floor consisted of gum, gum wrappers, used water bottles, old granola bars, and a used condom wrapper. Kyane felt sick. She braced herself with both hands and tried to stand. She felt the same sting in her arm again. It shook, and she fell to the ground again. She crawled to the wall and used it to stand and see the 12 raptors force the players, couches, and Jamie into a circle around the pitching mound.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 6 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 6

    Eorapst stood in front of the cave. His mismatched skin was accentuated under the two moons of their world. His tail whipped the cleared-out ground below them. A platoon of twelve raptors stood in a semi-circle around him. They all looked very similar. The only feature that broke their monotonous looks was special battle wounds, or scars. The platoon murmured to themselves, unsure of why the platoon was called. Eorapst raised his claws into the sky. They glistened and shined bright. “My soldiers!” 

    They turned their heads to him. 

    “For too long we have been merely the humans boogermen,” Eorapst said. “We hide in the shadows and eat one for one. But today one of our own was brutally killed. We cannot let this stand. We must show humans why we are at the top of the food chain. No some multi-colored monkeys!” The raptors hissed and screamed in excitement. “We shall charge, us,” he pointed into the cave, “and show them our true nature. Our true force.” 

    “I hope you consulted the Counsel,” said an articulate voice. The raptor soldiers parted away for a gray raptor with a large green circular birthmark on his back to step forward. “The portal can only accept so much energy in and out. If you push too hard it will be destroyed. That would leave us without a food source, or home for those on the other side.”

    Eorapst snapped to salute. “Sargent Nyasan this is just a small force, sir.” 

    Nyasan walked forward to Eorapst. He examined the platoon while he walked. His movements were precise, measured. “I can see Lieutenant. Did you at least tell the Colonel about this?” 

    Eorpast looked away from his gaze. 

    A sly grin curled its way across Nyansa’s face. “I see, most unfortunate,” he said. His tail coiled around Eorapst body. “Well, it seems I was too late to stop you from going. It is too bad really. I would have really chewed you out. Maybe literally, maybe metaphorically.” He whipped his tail against Eorapst back. Eorapst shook, holding his ground and trying not to collapse. Nyansa looked at the platoon. “If you come back heroes, you will be overlooked as the Counsel come in. If you fail, you will not return.” 

    “Yes Sargent!” the raptors and Eorpast said. 

    “Good, good to hear it,” Nyasan walked away. “I hope you have a great hunt!”

    Eorapst stood. He held his arm up. “Single file, on me, men.” He turned and walked into the cave with his platoon behind him. His muscles twitched as he held back his drive to go at full speed. His knuckles twitched in anger over Nyasan’s entrance and taunting of him. Once he comes back a hero, he will rise above Nyasan to Captain and drive Nyasan into the ground. The echoed clicks in the cave created a menacing march. The portal to the human world was down the first hallway on the left. He entered the room and stepped aside to send his men forward. They leaped into the truck-sized portal with no fear, no burden, only victory in their head. It will be what sets them apart from the animals, the meat, the food. Eorpast entered after the last man jumped in. He felt his skin try to peel itself away, and his bone shake to their core. 

Eorpast pulled himself through the plastic wrapping trapping him and through to the empty warehouse. The sun was setting and cast a long shadow from the roof. He cracked his tail in front of his men on the concrete ground “We will find you, Dieous and the three teenagers.” He paused “Ow. Now to the roof.” They leaped to the roof. The river’s cool air sent shivers down the raptors’ spines. “Now one of you show me where the teenagers live.”

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 5 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 5

    “So now what?” Hinotomi asked. Both her and Damon called out of work today. They said they still had to move the old technology to the storage facility and clean out said storage facility.

    They opened the case on the dining room table and placed the three parts of Dieous back into their foam packaging. They looked like they were never even touched before, let alone see any battle. Hinotomi stirred her cup of tea. Damon entered with his cup of coffee in his hand. “We run diagnostics on him and find out why he would respond to the neural input of our daughter and not highly trained soldiers.”

    “That is one plan,” Hinotomi said. “But we have bigger problems now.” She took a sip and felt it warm her body on the way down. “If she did harm or even kill one of those dinosaurs they could come back here for revenge. If they bring a big enough attack force, we might not be prepared for what will come. Dieous won’t be ready for what will come.”

    Damon placed his mug down and picked up the belt. It alone weighed twenty-five pounds before you add the five or six-pound weight of the watches. It was cold to the touch. A hum ran through the machine. It vibrated in his hands. He just imagined what his baby girl looked like or felt like while trying to do anything in the full body armor. He had this image of her activating the armor, standing triumphant for a second, only to fall on her back, and not get up, like a turtle in medieval armor. He almost let out a chuckle. 

    “Well?” Hinotomi asked. 

    Damon shook his head. “No, you’re right on both counts,” he said. He walked into the living room, teetered around the boxes of old lap tech and grabbed the laptop. He went back to the table and hooked it up to the Dieous belt with a USB port. Hinotomi took the watches, detached the clasps, and placed them on top of the belt buckle. They stuck together like a magnet. The data in the blue circles can be passed through contact like sharing pictures on certain smartphones between them in order to quickly consolidate data, or separate it in case a problem arose, and information needed to be kept out of the hands of someone. Damon clicked on the keyboard and brought up the diagnostics. Hinotomi pulled up a seat and examined the data. 

    A black screen came up, with the D13OUS in the background, and four applications on the homepage. They were “VIDEO LOG”, “BIOMETRIC SCAN”, “SEARCH HISTORY”, and “ACTIVATION LOG.” Damon clicked on the video log first. There they watched as their daughter powered on Dieous, punched the raptor creature, chased after said creature, saved two classmates, then came home. Under the video was a graph of the amount of energy Dieous used to move around in real-time to match the video being played. There was a large spike when moving across the bridge. The graph spiked into the red and almost plateaued. 

    “I don’t believe it,” Damon said. 

    “These readings,” Hinotomi said, “the armor should have completely shut down after over-exerting itself for so long.”

“Let me see something.” He exited the video and went to the biometric scans. A cartoon outline of a boy with the name “KYANE YORITIS” at the top. He typed a few more times and brought up a timeline to match with the activity in the video and moved the timeline to when the armor over-extended itself. Kyane’s outline emanated a blue glow while armored the whole time. This glow was not normal. When the timeline reached where Dieous over-extended its power the blue glow exploded and spiked. Her pulse rate matched. There was no explanation of what the blue glow was. A key in the corner just had a “T/S” block with blue next to it. They looked at each other instinctively and knew what those two letters meant. They then sunk into their seats.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 4 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 4

    “What happened to you yesterday?” Jamie asked Kyane in first period Biology. Both he and Desmond sat huddled around Kyane’s desk. She rested her head on the cold faux-wood desktop. “We thought you were attacked by the rap-“ Desmond winked his eyes to stop him, “the rapist, or whoever attacked the couple.” Desmond nodded. They had to speak low, the class could get rowdy, but if anyone overheard their special extra credit, they knew it would mean some annoying arguments.

    “No,” Kyane said. “I’m just grounded for life for like no reason,” she said. “That’s the only reason I’m here so early, or on time or whatever.” She massaged her palm. She felt her nails dig into the skin. “I guess I’m gonna have to retake this class.” On the drive to school her parents told her she had to debrief both boys she saved to see how much they remembered, and if she could make them think it was a strange dream or something. 

    “And you won’t get Mr. Ayer, you’ll be stuck with Mrs. Granger or Ms. Carter, both are older than the earth itself,” Jamie said. 

    “Not helping dude,” Desmond said. He extended his hand and rubbed Kyane’s back. “Look, I’m apart of a lot of teams. And I think we are a team now, right? We’ll just tell Mr. Ayer we want to write our one page together, and give him what we found then, so you’re in the clear. I mean, it’s not your fault you were grounded. Right?”

    “Right,” Kyane said. “Can you stop that, I’m about to fall asleep.” 

    “Sorry,” Desmond jerked his hand away. Kyane sat up as the bell rang and Mr. Ayer entered the classroom. He turned to see Jamie and Desmond in the wrong seats. “We can talk after baseball practice later,” Desmond said. 

    “Okay,” Kyane whispered. 

    Kyane heard Jamie whisper: “I’m part of a team.” A small smile etched its way onto his face. 

    The three went up to Mr. Ayer after class. He was checking off the class attendance on the computer. Kyane saw the red cross symbol on Jamie’s name. Kyane looked back at him and figured that would be why he needed the extra credit. But she couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t in the AP or Honors class. “Mr. Ayer,” Kyane said. 

    He turned in his chair to look at them. “What’s up, guys?” 

    “Look, I’ll be straight up,” Kyane said. Mr. Ayer nodded. “We need an extra day.”

    “Okay,” Mr. Ayer said. “Why? What happened?”

    “Kyane said-,” Jamie began.

    “I said that what we found was so strange and weird that we need more time to figure it all out and write our paper for you.” She placed his hand on Mr. Ayer’s shoulder. His shirt was soft. “I’m sure you want the best possible paper from us to give us that extra credit. Am I right?”

    Mr. Ayer looked at Desmond. Desmond’s eyes were planted on Kyane. He was trying not to hide his shock at her needless lie. “Okay,” Mr. Ayer said. “Sounds reasonable. Tomorrow at the latest it is then!”

    “Thanks, Mr. Ayer, you da best,” Kyane said. 

    “Yeah, yeah, thanks, now go get to class,” He waved his hand at the door. 

The three strode out of the room. Kyane saw the burning questions the two had for why she lied for no reason.  She turned to the corner and stopped at the lockers. “What?” she asked the two. “Why do you have those faces?”

“No reason,” Desmond said to end the conversation and just go. 

“That’s a lie.” Kyane grabbed his arm. She couldn’t get her fingers around his bicep. 

“You… you… you lied,” Jamie said. “For n…”

“No reason.” Desmond jumped to it. “You lied for no reason.”

“No,” Kyane said. “I lied because I don’t think if I said I was grounded he would have let us write it together like we wanted. So, we need to do this right.”

“Extra time you need,” Desmond said. “We both were there. We both…” he trailed off. The late bell rang. “We’re still meeting to go over this. Meet at the practice field in the back.” He looked at Kyane. “You can see how good I am.” Desmond ran off.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 3 (Period-a-Day)

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Period 3

    “What the hell does that mean!?” Damon yelled. His voice stung Kyane’s ears in her small bedroom. The mountain of clothes, dirty and clean alike, and wall of belts could not deafen his voice. 

    “I’m sayin I tried to take Dieous, sell him for some money so I could go out and boost my grade, but I got mugged and he activated,” Kyane explained to him again.

    “You’re so grounded,” Damon said. He pointed his finger inches from her face

    “Shush! That can wait,” Hinotomi yelled. “Our daughter was the only person to control Dieous this extensively! She has incredibly valuable information to give us, so shut up for ten seconds about BS material problems and listen to your daughter for god’s sake.” She transitioned in her native language for more cursing Kyane assumed. “Okay, I’m done.” She took a breath and blew it out steadily. She looked to her daughter. “Thank you for that information about Dieous. It is very helpful to know.”

    “So,” Kyane began. She kicked some trash by her bed. “Why did you make this thing anyway?” She motioned to the watches and belt. “Is it the Russians again, or heighten the war on terror?”

    There were minutes of silence. Kyane watched as her parents exchanged looks, she only saw during their worst moments. When she was younger, she would laugh because she thought they were given each other funny faces. When she got older, she noticed that they were trying to talk without talking. It was their own language. She picked up some of the subtle signs. When her mom’s lip twitched on the left side, she knew she was about to yell. Same with her dad. When he got mad, he continually squeezed, then released his fist. 

    Finally, the silence broke. 

    “There are things the government doesn’t always tell you,” Hinotomi began. 

    “Yeah…” Kyane said. “I’ve seen movies.”

    “Just stop Kyane,” Damon said. “The adults are talking to you. This is not a conversation! Go on honey pop,” Damon’s voice pepped up. 

    “Thank you dear,” she turned her attention back to Kyane. “I get it. It’s late, we’re all tired. I will give it to you straight. There are creatures we have not talked about. No, ahh, look aliens can come from many places, not just space. No that doesn’t… look honey there are dinosaur people that eat humans. They are incredibly dangerous to our place as the best animals on this planet, so Dieous was made to combat them.” Hinotomi waited for her daughter’s face to change. She saw her try to fake surprise, but it did not work. “You know…” Hinotomi backed away from her daughter. 

    “What?” Damon leaned in. “You know about them?”

    Kyane played with the back of her hair. “Ahh, well,” she said. “That was the guy who mugged me,” she said. “And trashed my bike!” she with an added lean forward and finger wag. 

    “God. Damnit, Kyane!” Damon wiped his face with his hand. “Anything else you want to tell us?” He knelt by his daughter and cupped her hand. He could see the fear deep in her pupils. “ I promise you won’t get in trouble.”

    “I then kinda used Dieous to go mug him back, and saved some classmates from getting killed,” Kyane said. Damon nodded his head and sucked his teeth in. Kyane looked at her mom and dad, then down at the watches around her wrists. “Look,” she began, “I did something really stupid, but I did something good. And mom said that I did something like no one ever has done before by using Dieous. Let me use him to keep fighting these dinosaur creature alien monsters. I can do that.”

    Damon and Hinotomi looked at each other from the corners of their eyes. Kyane could feel her dad’s hand tremble even as he tried to stand firm. His hand moved to Kyane’s wrist and unclamped the watch, then drew it off. Kyane lurched forward, but Hinotomi grabbed her and hugged her. Damon quickly removed the second watch and pocketed them both. His pants dropped a few inches. “You’re our daughter. We love you no matter the yelling. We will not let you get hurt. We can’t let you.”

    “But I’m the only person that can do it! You said that!” Kyane tried to stand, but her mother’s grip held her in place.

    “Stop!” Damon yelled. “It’s our job to protect you. So, we will.” He waved his hand. “Now give me the belt, please.” 

    Kyane took it off without any fighting. She handed it to her father.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now get some sleep. You still have school in the morning.” He and Hinotomi kissed their daughter’s forehead. They walked out of the room and turned the light off with only the moon giving Kyane illumination as she changed into her pajamas and laid down on her pillow.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 2

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Period 2

    The raptor stumbled away from the scene of the crime and back home. He stuck to side streets, alleyways, and rooftops whenever possible to avoid being seen by humans. He knew his labored breathing did not help his situation at all, but he moved forward anyway. He reached the harbor where an abandoned warehouse sat. He usually hated how the salty air stung his nose, but he didn’t care at this moment. He crouched down then leaped upward to the tin roof. The moon cast a blinding light off the tin. This light made it hard for others to see his kind enter through a hatch near the middle of the complex. 

    The raptor creature landed hard onto the warehouse floor. He felt his ankle snap on contact. He tried to swear but could not get the words out. He limped to a large swirling portal at the far side of the warehouse. Each step, and click of his claws, he wanted to yell and scream in agony, but could not do so. The portal in front of him was the size of an 18-wheeler transport truck and smelled like the cab of one. He approached it, then stepped through. In what felt like an eternity he passed through the world he was into the world he came from. It only took a few seconds. He felt his body tear away and come back with every tick to the other side. The world did not want to let him go. It was a film he had to tear away to get through. He felt a pop of chilled cave air, and the chatter of his own kind on the other side. 

    “He should have come back by now. It is past his time,” said another raptor creature with a scar across his chest, and a grumble in his belly.

    “You can just hold up a bite,” said the raptor creature with a torn tail. “You know he likes to take his time with the hunt. Gets to, ahhhhh!” The other raptor saw him and screamed. The other raptors’ voices reached an unnaturally high octave for their kind. The destroyed raptor creature crumpled to the ground and refused to move. “Quickly, get the lieutenant.” He turned to their injured comrade. “Who did this to you? Quick, speak now before it is too late.”

    The raptor lifted its mangled face. “A huuuumannn teeeenager, Dieous,” he wheezed out. “Thrreee.” He laid his head on the cave floor, resting it on a chunk of stalagmite. Before the raptor with the broken tail or scar could speak a slightly higher-pitched voice chimed in. 

    “What is wrong?” it said. The two raptors turned to see their lieutenant march down the cave hallway, and into the portal room. The lieutenant looked like them in build, only with more definition, and tone to his muscles. He had a similar tan and green body color, but a mismatched green and blue head with three spikes going from the bridge of his nose to the middle of his forehead. Their lieutenant was an evolved eoraptor. 

    The two raptor soldiers clicked to attention. “Lieutenant Eoraspt, he just came out of the portal like this. We were just about to get you,” said the broken tailed raptor.

    “He said it was three teenage humans named Dieous,” said the scared raptor. 

    “I see,” Eoraspt said. He moved passed his soldiers and to the body before the soldiers could finish a single blink. They turned to see Eorapst crouched over the body examining it. “Very interesting.” He pointed to the bruises. “These are clearly combat wounds. But from what Dracex’s informant told us humans were not strong enough to do this much physical damage without mechanical assistance.” He pivoted his head from side to side to examine the body. 

    “What should we do with the body, sir? Should we send it to General Dracorex?”

    Eorapst darted passed them back to the doorway. He held the raptor soldiers’ body in one hand. “This is no need to bother him. Some humans must have just gotten lucky.” He raised the body and looked at the mangled monster in the eyes. “If he was strong enough, he would not have gotten hurt.” He blinked his lime eyes. “But they should learn their place.” 

Eorapst exited the cave onto a campsite. The sun hung high in the sky, beating down. Large troops of raptor soldiers marched around and went in and out of animal skin tents set up around a massive fire pit. Eorpast paid them no attention and went to the largest tent with the sign “Colonel Herreas” hanging above the entrance. He entered without any verbal warning. Inside an animal bedding lay at the far end. In the corner sat 12 large eggs. The twelve eggs were bathed in a pit of bubbling toxins that often splash out and burn the ground. Eorapst looked in and saw some spare human flesh floating on a piece of metal. He tossed the dead soldier in. The bits of meat were quickly eaten away and dissolved to mush. The eggs absorb the meaty chowder into their shells. “I’ll deal with this before it gets out of hand myself,” he said. He tapped a pattern of clicks out to get a platoon ready to invade.

Triassic Invasion – Chapter 2, Period 1 (Period-a-Day)

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Class 2 – Olenekian Objection

Period 1

Kyane followed Dieous’s path across the rooftops. It was a strange sensation, moving around at high speeds on a winter night without getting any slashing breeze or freezing air. During the move she had Dieous explain why she could just talk to just him sometimes, and when she can broadcast her voice through the armor. Dieous explained the microchip embedded in the base of the skull on the armor’s helmet. It allowed for instant contact by cutting out the need for verbal language, and instead focus on the thoughts. Dieous brought up pictures of psychics, simplifying it down to telepathy. But when Kyane wished she could just talk aloud, which would be broadcasted out. She stopped moving when she reached a building across the street from the bridge out of the city. “We’re out of the roof, what now Die?”

    Dieous brought up the minimized map he originally produced. Dieous rescanned the body armor. “Hm. This is very strange.”

    “What is?”

    “It appears this was created using all my finished features my program was supposed to have. However, since I am not fully completed, I cannot execute this plan.”

    “Is this the weapons thing over again?”

    “Yes.” Dieous brought up blueprint schematics for flight capabilities with extended thrust jets, and an extendable movement control fin. “I am supposed to be able to fly but am not able. Therefore, we cannot cross.” 

    “Great,” Kyane said. “Great, great, great.” She looked at the time. It was 9:58. She was way past curfew and would have enough to answer for after losing her bike. She looked down at the water below. “Can you swim?”

    “Negative. My weight would cause us to sink.”

    “Of course.” She sat on the ledge of the roof and kicked her feet back and forth and drummed a beat with her palms. “Before you ask, I am thinking.”

    “I know,” Dieous said. “As I previously mentioned-“

    “Hush!” Kyane said. She looked to see a dusty sunflower mini-van drive onto the exit ramp of the bridge. Kyane squinted her eyes. The HUD brought up a box, and zoomed in on the van, and displayed real-time video of two children playing, and one looking out the window. She rose with a plan in mind. She crouched and placed her hands and feet like she was about to sprint off the block at a track event. The boosters began absorbing the air around her. “When I was young my parents would take me on long car trips for breaks and holidays. My favorite would be seeing the snow mounds when we drove up to my Poppy’s and Grandma Janey’s house on Christmas break. But during the drive, I would get bored and look out the window. I would imagine a shadow man jumping and running beside the car while we moved. He would jump from light post-to-light post, or treetops. I wanted to wish he was real.” The image of the boy looking out the window as she crossed the bridge came to her mind again. 

    Kyane pushed off. The engine screamed blue flames. The push dented the roofing. She jumped from the roof. Her stomach jumped to her chest, then started to fall just as quickly. Dieous projected their path. It showed them making an impact in front of a green sports car. The engine sucked in more air, then fired another burst of propulsive flames from the engines. Kyane felt a spring back up. She didn’t move forward. She instead waited for the car to pass, then slammed down behind it. She saw the pavement crack to pieces around her. The engines sucked in the air again, and she sprung up past the green sports car and onto the light posts. It took two, or three jumps for her to reach the van. She looked inside and saw the boy look back at her. His eyes grew two sizes. He started tapping the glass and telling everyone to look. Kyane put her index finger to where she thought the mouth on the helmet would be. She then accelerated her jumps past the car and off the bridge, and onto a suburban house as quickly as possible. 

    “Kyane you must slow down,” Dieous instructed. 

    Kyane landed her jump a block away from her house. “What’s the problem, Die?” she asked. 

    Dieous brought up a diagnostic of the engines. They were at a red stoplight, with emoji-style flames coming off the sides. “The boost engines have severely overheated from their extended use to get on and off the bridge.”

    “Yay, another problem!” Kyane said. She looked at the time. The display read 10:13. “For a high-tech machine, weapon thing you have a ton of problems.” 

    “I was not made to be used for such extreme cases as what you put me through, Kyane.” 

    “Ah huh. Can we at least make it home?” she pointed to her house. 

    “Yes,” Dieous said. “The reinforced muscular power the armor provides will allow you to get home at an above reasonable speed. Just do not use the engines at all.”

    “Okay, got it.” Kyane looked at the tree next to her window. It stood as her beacon of hope. She felt joy radiant at the idea of a warm bed to snuggle into after everything. She made it in a handful of leaps. She danced to the lawn in front of the tree, jumped up to a branch, flipped up to the branch by her window and slipped into the black room. “Phew, no problem.”

    A bar ran across the HUD. “Kyane there is a problem.” Before Dieous could say any more the lights in the room snapped on, blinding the sensors. “It appears that two humans are in the room.”

    “I can see that, Die.” 

    “What the hell is wrong with you!” yelled a familiar, paternal voice. “What the hell gave you the bright idea to steal high-tech, classified, battle armor!?” The light died down and Kyane saw her father march over toward her. “I would whip your behind if I could right now. Take the damn suit off!” He ran his finger along the outline of the armor. 

    “Ahh, I really wish I knew how,” Kyane said through the voice modifier. “But there isn’t a de-active Iron Man armor button in here.” 

    Dieous brought up a small tutorial video of a cartoon figure re-aligning the three pieces of tech again, and the armor retracting back into the faces of the objects. “Just do this, Kyane.”

    “Okay,” she said.  Kyane raised her arms up but stopped for a moment. “Hey, Die?”

    “Yes, Kyane?”

    “If I don’t talk to you again, thanks for helping me and my friends out.”

    “No problem Kyane. It is all in my programming.”

    Kyane nodded. She realigned the pieces of technology. Another blue light connected the three blue circles on her waist and wrists. Three portals opened, and the armor pieces began to break apart and suck into the watches, and belt like a black hole sucking a spaceship in a sci-fi show. It was a painless process, Kyane just felt the air around her smack her in the face when the armor left her head. She felt her hair drop in a single motion. She turned and saw her father standing with his arms crossed. He waited patiently for the full suit to return where they came from. Kyane turned the other way and saw her mother sitting silently on the bed watching. When all the armor was gone Hinotomi patted the bed for Kyane to sit beside her. Kyane did. 

    “We need to have a talk,” Hinotomi said in her soft voice.

    “Yeah… we do,” Kyane said with a shake in her voice. “But, before that, my bike kinda got destroyed.”

“Of course!” Damon said.