3 years after the events of the first Jurassic Park, our veteran T-Rex had just settled in, back on Nublar, still the queen, who now had just become the mate of the new king to rule alongside with,

- -the Tyrannosaurus couple, as it began to rain severely, were inside a cave, that was only big enough to fit 2 T-Rexes, nuzzling and cuddling around one another, wrapping their tails around one another, heck, even to the point to where they become... a bit too affectionate with each other.

Rexy then made the first move, by giving him a small peck on her mate's cheek, which in turn, her mate, does the same, giving her a peck on the cheek, before going full blown kissing, behaviors of somewhat with some human characteristics, as they continued to kiss each other, their tails swivered round and round, still intertwined, opening their jaws, then going for what humans call it "tongue kissing", their tongues begin moving about before intertwining with each other.

Rexy, as that happened, started letting out a series of moaning and cooing, in a gesture of affection, as she continues to kiss her mate, who kisses her back, before eventually pulling away.

"Thinking of eventually starting a family one day, my king?" Rexy asked, curious while continuing to nuzzle her mate. "Now that you have beaten me to it, I would love to, my queen. But in a moment later." Crusher remarked.

Rexy smiled happily, as she continues nuzzling and cuddling with her mate, their tails still intertwined, cooing at Crusher, who coos back happily, before eventually resting their heads on top of one another as the storm began to get even worse, the wind blowing roughly, trees swaying left and right in the wind.

"I'm glad we're safe in our love making cave from all this mess outside." Said Rexy, cooing at her mate. "Yeah, me too, Rexy." Crusher remarked back, before cooing at his mate right back in response to her cooing at him.

"I love you." Crusher mumbled next to her.

"I love you too." Rexy cooed, as the Tyrannosaur couple began to sleep as the storm raged on, its strong winds and heavy rain battered the coast of Nublar.

As the queen began resting besides her king, her tail began to curl up around her now mate's body, she then snuggles up next to him as her mate responds in kind, also snuggling up and curling his tail around hers.

Moving their heads next to each other and began to sleep as the storm was going on outside.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." Was all that was heard from the Tyrannosaurus mating pair, who were now asleep, snoring, amd breathing slowly.

From within the large cave they were resting in.

They were the only Tyrannosaurus Rex on the island by far.

Their daughter, Deia, had made her way into the cave, and rested there, next to her foster parents to ride out the storm.

For a decade, of which it shall be.

As the winds got stronger, the storm began pouring relentlessly hard, blowing the trees and knocking them down.

Dinosaurs outside had to find cover and take shelter as the storm raged.

And on another dinosaur island, part of the Archipelagos Las Cincos Muertes, better known as Site B, the storm that was battering off the island where Rexy and her mate reside in, has started moving southwest, towards Isla Sorna, growing into a massive colossal storm, and developing a well defined eye.

The storm started to move away from the island, but the raining is still going on. And as the storm began picking more energy from the warm waters, and getting stronger and stronger, it's winds picking up speed, as the massive storm started to approach the island of sarcasm.

Many Ingen scientists had already evacuated around the time the storm began to approach.

The storm was then given a name: Clarissa.

As Hurricane Clarissa started getting closer and closer, it destroyed the facilities and rendering the technologies useless, leaving the dinosaurs to fend for themselves, each establishing their own territories.

-Fast Forward to 1997-

Dr. Malcolm enters a darkened bedroom. With lights shining dimly.

Former CEO John Hammond, is now resting in the bed seen earlier, on the other side of the room; medical equipment has been disguised as well as possible among the furniture and flowers, but the sheer abundance of it, says that whatever has stricken him is going to win this battle.

"Ian! Don't linger in the doorway like an ingenue, come in, come in!" Hammond called out.

Malcolm steps further into the room.

"It's good to see you. It really is. How's the leg?"

Malcolm walks into the room, with his hands in his pockets.

"Resentful." Malcolm answered.

"When you have a lot of time to think, it's funny who you remember. It's the people who challenged you. It is the quality of our opponents that gives our accomplishments meaning. I never told you how sorry I was about what happened after we returned from Isla Nublar." Hammond answered, apologetically.

Noticing Hammond's deteriorated condition, Malcolm finds it hard to sustain anger for the old man.

"I didn't know you -- weren't well." Malcolm replied, concealing his concern.

"It's the lawyers. The lawyers are - -finally killing me." Hammond groaned tiredly.

"They do have motives. Why did you want to see me? Your message said it was urgent." Malcolm replied, speechless.

Hammond: "You were right -- and I was wrong. There! Did you ever think you'd hear me say a thing like that? Spectacularly wrong. Instead of observing those animals, I tried to control them. I squandered an opportunity and we still know next to nothing about their lives.- -

- -Not their lives as man would have them, behind electric fences, but in thewild. Behavior in their natural habitat, the impossible dream of any paleontologist. I could have had it, but I let it slip away. - - Thank God for Site B." He sighed, relieved.

Malcolm just looks at him for a long moment. "Wait. What?"

"Well? Didn't it all seem a trifle compact to you?"

"What are you talking about?" Malcolm was confused.

"The hatchery, in particular? You know my initial yields had to be low, far less than one percent, that's a thousand embryos for every single live birth. Genetic engineering on that scale implies a giant operation, not the spotless little laboratory I showed you."

"I don't believe you." Malcolm retorted.

"Isla Nublar was just a showroom, Ian, something for the tourists, Site B was the factory floor. We built it first, on Isla Sorna, eight-some miles from Nublar."

Hammond revealed that there was another island with dinosaurs, to which Malcolm had an dreadful feeling that Hammond is making the same mistakes again.

"No, no, no, no, no, no . . ." Malcolm sighed.

"After the accident at the park, a hurricane wiped out our facility on Site B. We had to evacuate and leave the animals to fend for themselves. And they did. For four years I've fought to keep them safe from human meddling, now I want you to go there and document them."Hammond pointed out, referencing the destruction of Site B's facilities.

Malcolm was stunned to find out this relevant of information.

"Are you out of your mind? I still have nightmares, my reputation's a joke, my leg is shot -- you think I need more of that?" Malcolm questions.

"It would be the most extraordinary living fossil record the world hasever seen."

Hammond replies with enthusiasm.

"So what?" Dr. Malcolm asked with a skeptical look.

Hammonnd picks up a thick file folder from the night table near to him and open it on his lap.

"Inside, there are memos, charts, maps and photographs. I've been putting this together for over a year. I have personal suggestions for your entire team, phone numbers, contact people. They won't believe you about what they're going to see, so don't bother trying to convince them. Just use my checkbook to get them there.I'll fund your expedition through my personal accounts, as such money and equipment as you need, but only if you leave immediately. If we hesitate, all will be lost."

Malcolm sighs, his hands clasped over his own face in exaggeration.. "John . . ."

"You'll need an animal behaviorist, someone with unimpeachable credentials. I believe you already know Sarah Harding. She's gottheories about parenting and nurturing among hunter/scavengers I bet she'd be dying to prove on a scale like this. If you convince her to go, it'll be a major coup. When she publishes, the scientific community must take it seriously."- -

Malcolm just shakes his head, flipping through the file sadly.

"So you're saying, there's another island with dinosaurs, no fences this time, and you wanna send people in? Very few people. On the ground?" Malcolm rephrased.

Hammond continues.

"Your documentation, you should use forensic photographic methods, Hasselbladt still cameras, high definition video. When the trick photography analysts take your evidence apart, make it impossible for them to say there was enhancement or computer graphic imaging. Oh, this is very important -- avoid the island interior at all costs. Stick to the outer rim. Everything you need to know can be found there. Vindication lies on the outer rim."

Malcolm gently closes the file and pushes it back to Hammond.

"I'm not going, John. But since you mentioned that Sarah is going there, or uh, um, already there by now, It's not a research expedition anymore. It's a rescue operation, and it's leaving right now."

And Malcolm left the room, preparing for a long journey to Sorna to find Sarah.

With some equipment and weapons, if shit hits the fan.