survival training
|Two days later|
"When night falls and you have no weapons, fire is the only thing these creatures understand. Your survival depends on this." Ltd. Washington tells the newcomers who were assigned to her survival training. The group, mostly consisting of teens are sitting in front of a couple of fireplaces which they collected wood for as the previous task and are using a pocketknife and firestone to start a fire.
When Maddy is having trouble with this Mark Reynolds, a soldier assigned to assist in the training a couple years older than her helps her out by correcting the angle in which she has to hold the knife. Once she repeats the process in this angle, she successfully starts a fire after a few swipes, making her smile happily, glancing at the young man who helped her.
"If you are lost in the jungle and have to find a way out, which way is north?" Washington asks the group after they finished making fires.
"Lieutenant Washington asked a question." Mark says, looking at Maddy in particular, knowing she'll know the answer.
She raises her hand after a second of this and points north after Washington calls her out.
"And you know this how?" Washington asks.
"The moss on that tree." Maddy explains.
"Good work Shannon." Washington says. She then shows the group how and where to find easy food sources, like worms and a few plants.
Once she is done with this she steps aside while Scott jumps down from a tree branch he's been sitting on for a while, overlooking the groups training, mainly keeping his interest focused on Maddy though while not being a fan of Mark apparently having taken an interest as well.
"This next part is only for volunteers and only for people over 14 years of age." Scott announces, crossing his arms.
"Why?" Josh asks, not being a fan of Scott.
"Because if you make too many mistakes there is a chance you'll die." Scott replies.
"As I was saying, this part is voluntarily. Right now you get the chance to get an introduction to fighting against certain creatures from around this area from yours truly." He announces.
"As for those not interested, follow me back to camp." Ltd. Washington says, leading the whole group back to camp, leaving Scott standing in the field by himself.
"Wuzzes." Scott scoffs, kicking a stone aimed away from the group and fells a branch, making almost everyone safe for Washington and another soldier, used to his displays turn around to see what happened.
"What did I tell you about destroying the training areas." Washington shouts back to Scott, not even turning around.
"Yeah, yeah." Scott grumbles, picking up the branch which is around the same size as he is and throws it over his shoulder before going after the group.
"Why is it no one wants to take my classes?" Scott asks the group as well as Washington, walking next to the group, carrying his branch.
"Because you aren't known for being friendly and you threatening to behead the sixers the other day didn't exactly help your image." Washington berates him.
"Hey, it got them to leave quietly didn't it?" Scott tells her with a smirk.
The group continues to walk towards camp, exchanging some small talk while some are looking at Scott wearily, scared of the young man.
"Hey sorry I can't take your class but I think both Josh and my brother would kill me if I did, plus I have to look after Zoey at the moment." Maddy apologizes to Scott after walking over to him with Zoey.
"It's alright, it's been like this every time since the fourth pilgrimage." Scott informs her.
"Why the fourth?" Maddy asks.
"Because by that time enough people have seen me kill dinos to start rumors." Scott answers with a sigh.
"But you know what, if you're still interested after checking with your dad just say the word, for you I'll make an exception and teach you anytime." Scott offers.
"thanks." Maddy says smiling brightly.
"I think you should rejoin your brother or his stinkeye will become permanent." Scott tells her, nodding his head towards Josh.
"I think that's a good idea. Thanks again." Maddy agrees and goes back over to Josh.
"You know dad asked us to keep our distance from him." Josh berates her.
"Oh please, I was having a talk literally three steps away from the group. You just don't like him because he said something about Skye." Maddy replies annoyed.
"That's not true. I think he is dangerous." Josh disagrees.
"Alright people, survival training continues tomorrow at 0800, do not be late. Dismissed." Washington announces once the group reaches the camp.
"Shannon, remember the construction crews on the north side have latrines that need demucking." Washington reminds the teen.
"Yes ma'am." Josh says.
"Then hustle." The woman tells him.
"Maybe next time you'll think twice about stealing a rover and almost getting yourself killed. And you talk about dangerous." Maddy taunts her brother.
"Well Scott, I'm sorry you still don't have anyone to train." Washington tells the sole remainder of the group, with the guards having left to take their posts and the kids to get back to their homes.
"It's nothing new." Scott says, violently breaking the branch in half.
"Hey, quick question, what do you think the good old commander will say to a little sports competition?" Scott asks.
"Why?" Washington asks, confused by him having an interest in something else other than hunting prey.
"I just feel like throwing stuff and I'd like to widen my horizon." Scott tells her, using a machete to cut of the smaller branches sticking out of his big one and then throws the branch over the gate, landing maybe 60 feet way from them.
"Hmm, maybe he'll bite, but I sure as hell won't be the one bringing it up or he'll have me tested for drugs." Washington replies, shaking her head at his antics.
"Kay." Scott agrees and runs over to his branch, collecting it so he can work on it to create another weapon.
After putting his branch to a small area reserved for his and Taylors personal use he goes to meet their leader.
"Jo Taylor, you in there?" Scott asks, going up the bridge to his command center.
"What do you want?" Taylor asks already sounding exhausted by the tone Scott greeted him in.
"Well I was thinking, how about we host a sports festival? Nothing big for now, just a small competition to get people to be more active." Scott tells him.
"No one wanted to take your classes?" Taylor asks already knowing the answer.
"How else would I be here already?" Scott replies.
"Well, you have my OK but this is your project, so you'll have to design the competitions. I'll ask the kitchen staff to get some people to work for you on preparing a special treat for the competition." Taylor tells him.
"Great, thanks." Scott thanks his father figure.
"One thing before you start. You are banned from competing, that is already clear right?" Taylor asks him.
"Tch, I guess." Scott says disappointed.
"Look as much as you'd deserve to show off and prove you're the strongest I think it's better for morale to have people to look up to which are on a reachable level." Taylor tells him, patting his back.
"Hah, you only want to win yourself." Scott accuses him jokingly and sticks out his tongue before leaving the bridge and running back to his storage area, where he collects the branch and takes it somewhere to work on it.
"Crazy ass werewolf teen." Taylor says amused shaking his head after the teen left.
"Hey, I heard that old man!" He hears Scott yell at him annoyed.
Meanwhile the Shannons' are renovating their house, planting a small garden and painting it yellow.
That evening the Shannons are getting to bed and Jim wants to share a bed with his wife but the youngest daughter, Zoey keeps sneak in bed with Elisabeth while Jim has to go outside because something can be heard screeching.
Jim steps outside and sees an eagle sized flying dinosaur sitting on the tall fence, screeching away.
"Scat, get out of here, Scat!" Jim yells at it, making it fly away.
"Hey, do you mind if I take a nap on your roof?" Scott asks suddenly appearing behind the fence.
"Whoa… Where did you come from?" Jim asks shocked by the teens sudden appearance.
"Just say yes and let me take a nap on your roof." Scott tells the man sounding tired.
"I guess, it's a quite disturbing request but I guess I owe you one for saving our asses the other day." Jim agrees reluctantly.
"Thanks." Scott thanks him and starts to climb over the enormous fence.
"Still, what were you doing out there?" Jim asks him, pointing at the jungle on the other side of the fence.
"I often sleep in a treehouse I build outside Nova, but ever since noon these pesky wannabe birds keep making a ruckus." Scott tells him.
"Do you not have a place in Nova?" Jim asks surprised.
"technically I do but I tend to use it as a workshop because people usually get scared when I stay there." Scott explains.
"Well, good night." Jim says as the teen climbs onto his roof.
"Night." Scott replies, lying down.
"I scared it off." Jim tells his wife, rejoining her in their room, only to see her cuddling Zoey.
"Sorry." Elisabeth apologizes.
"That's alright, we have a guest anyways." Jim tells her.
"What? Who?" Elisabeth asks stumped.
"Scott, he's on the roof." Jim explains while pointing upwards.
"The roof?" Elisabeth asks.
"Don't ask." Jim says and joins her in bed.
|next day|
Jim meets up with Taylor after having been informed that he wanted to see him.
"Morning commander Talyor, you wanted to see me?" Jim greets him.
"We lost contact with a supply run out by outpost 3." Taylor tells him.
"Sixers?" Jim asks.
"Could be. We've had skirmishes with them out that way before." Taylor replies.
"Man, I'd like to know where they're hiding out and hit them for a change." Washington says throwing her gear in the back of a truck.
"In time. I want to move out ASAP, Shannon go grab us a medic just in case." Taylor orders.
Jim then leaves to get a medic and meets Dr. Malcom Wallace at the hospital who moments before met up with his wife, both of them knowing each other from medical school, as well as having gone out together briefly.
|An hour later – in the woods|
Jim, Taylor, Washington, Scott and a couple other soldiers are walking through the forest looking for the missing convoy.
Sixers, any idea why they want you dead?" Jim asks Taylor, who is walking behind Scott, who is leading the charge, his machete at the ready.
"Well I try to take things not too personal Shannon, the way I figure everybody's got their reasons. But seeing as you are so interested in the sixers you mind doing me a favor?" Taylor replies.
"What's that?" Jim inquires.
"Mira's got somebody in Terra Nova, I need to know who. Somebody is feeding her intel." Taylor tells him.
"You sound pretty sure about that." Jim says surprised.
"Taking out our patrols, knowing when we run supplies, somebody is tipping them off. Problem is though, I'm just a soldier. You're a lawman. I figure you might have a nose for this kind of thing." Taylor says.
"And with that I welcome you to the special forces." Scott says sounding amused.
"I told you there is no such thing as special forces." Taylor tells Scott.
"Meh, then think of a better name for extraordinarily jobs because I sure as hell won't be called dino-patrol. I'd sooner leave you all to fight them by yourself." Scott shoots back.
"Alright, you're part of special forces now Jim. There happy now you crybaby?" Taylor asks Scott.
"Heh, that went easier than expected, you're getting soft on me old man." Scott tells him with a smirk.
"Commander Taylor!" a soldier yells, having found the convoy. While the three go over to the rovers' location Scott tells them "I smell blood, a lot of it."
They approach the vehicle carefully and find the bodies of two soldiers ripped to shreds, one in the rover and another on the ground nearby.
"What the hell did this to them?" Jim asks Taylor.
"kid?" Taylor asks Scott, observing the area around them and gets a shrug of shoulder as response from Scott.
"I don't know, but it wasn't sixers." Taylor then answers.
They then collect the bodies and transport them to the hospital for inspection on what did the amount of carnage displayed on the soldiers' bodies.
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