The birds were singing, the sun was shining and the Dinosaurs were roaring peacefully. It had been done. It had been done for years, actually. Actual Dinosaurs, remade! From the ground up! The amber thing was completely false but science had finally found a real way. They weren’t perfect, some modifications had needed to be done here and there and making new creatures from scratch was ... difficult. The easiest method had been to just recreate the lost races. Now, given all of the media, the first thing anyone did was ... make a park. It seemed so dumb on paper, an insane risk, had media not taught people the error of their ways?

What no one considered is that zoo’s perfectly keep lions, tigers, bears, and hippo’s of all things perfectly contained and have for generations. Dinosaurs were more dangerous but the security was more enhanced and no issues had happened for years and years. What started as incredible insanity, became amazing, became greed. How else can I use dinosaurs? Can I buy them? What about other purposes? Using the base technology of recreating lost species was useful but dinosaurs were a known quantity now. Studied, safe, awaiting further examination.

In came the military. After the incredulous idea had passed through people’s minds, the benefits started to become easy to see. The military using trained animals was as old as time. Wolves, dogs, horses, elephants. Dinosaurs were just the next logical step now that they were available. They reached out and were given some different samples but more than that, they were given a substantial specimen.

Rexy. The first of his kind. A T-Rex modified from birth to have thicker, sturdier skin, more powerful muscles, more jaw strength, a T-Rex on steroids really. Its armor was proven capable of stopping low caliber bullets and by merit of pure size, a tiny brain, and a thick skull, was suspected to be able to survive quite a bit of punishment before actually going down. There was only one main issue. Rexy had a weak point. It’s Giant Fucking Balls.

At first military high command was appalled and demanded an explanation of why their killing machine not only had a giant swinging pair of testicles, but also that they seemed particularly more vulnerable compared to the rest of its bullet resisting skin. The answer was provided and was unfortunate. The technology to recreate a species from nothing to existence was difficult. To make modifications that were abnormal? Even harder. But they needed a working specimen when they were first designing and making the dinosaurs all that time ago. Failure wasn’t just possible, it was the most likely outcome and that was a waste of hundreds of millions of dollars. So they focused on reproductive capabilities. The design of the balls was incredibly hard to make but meant that the chances of breeding were 25x higher, making future T-rex’s possible without spending exorbitant amounts of money.

They had used this model for their military specimen as it was the easiest to make more changes to. Undoing that change would be impossible, they’d have to make a new dinosaur from scratch in that case and doing that for a dinosaur they’d already made wouldn’t return them nearly enough profits for the cost. Not unless it was mass produced. In short, Rexy was a prototype with a massive, but single, flaw. One that wasn’t even that hard to fix or that big of a deal, or so the creators said. Defending a singular weak point isn’t that hard. Military high command were less than pleased but accepted that not all prototype technology comes out without weaknesses. No one could forget the teleportation incident of 2043 after all. The scientists adapted some simple forcefield technology that had been created in the past few decades and strapped them around Rexy’s balls and that was that. For a laugh, they had the forcefield say “You wish your balls were this big and strong” with the country flag underneath it. Gotta take your laughs where you can get them.

Now came the most serious element. Basic ballista, stamina and other tests had been done and now, field research came next. Military decided to conduct a black flag operation. Other countries had decided to use the Recreation Technology to do more than just dinosaurs. Lost races of humans had been made. The thought process was fairly simple after all. “If we can’t use this to make ourselves super human, let’s just make super humans.” It went poorly. The world was still reeling from that fiasco and lines were yet fully drawn on the matter. What was drawn, was that out of the way villages had these people and they were a significant threat and great test for Rexy. Military high command had chosen its target.

Taking a T-Rex anywhere is an involved affair and doing it stealthily, even more involved. Not hard, per se, but time consuming. This was important because it allowed a simple message to get sent from someone who had a problem testing a biological military weapon on a minority group. The village received this message the day before the attack was supposed to commence. The hope was that they would run and escape. A whole day is a lot of ground for a stealth operation to cover after all.

The Iraman’s (Iratus Sapiens or ‘Angry Man’) had chosen to fight. While some groups had integrated into human society, other’s had left and tried to make their own way. This village was one such group. They had no interest in other’s, they purely wanted to live away from humans who had tried to turn them into a slave race. Now being targets to be destroyed had ignited their fury and they had no interest in running. So they prepared. They knew their target was an apex predator, a monster from a bygone era, a killing machine. They had wood and basic tools. It would be a challenge.

They prepared as best they could. Basic they may be but weak they were not. The commander, a powerful female, took the lead of the defenses. A wall was the most obvious starting point but it’d take too long to make one capable of stopping anything being thrown at them. A spike wooden wall was created, hoping to cause the monster they’d be facing to bleed. Carpenters worked constantly on making it, while general townsfolk focused on another area of defense. A spike wall may help damage it but something to slow it down would be invaluable. They began dipping deep and wide trenches and pits to help stop it. Hopefully they could trip the creature and make it easier to attack from a downed position. Extra spikes were thrown in for good measure. Town guards were prepped with bows and further defenses were being made in the forest behind them in case they were needed. An evacuation of the eldery and children had already begun. No need to have everyone die if they fail in their undertaking.

Everything was set and the defenders made sure to get plenty of rest and keep a watchful eye. Finally, they heard it. What sounded like a helicopter before a heavy thunk was heard a little over the hill. They waited, the commander at the ready. Watching. Waiting. It wasn’t long before they saw it and the commander’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. A formal education was not part of her upbringing but she heard of what the technology that had created her and her people had originally been for. But this was the first time she had seen it with her own two eyes. A creature over two men tall and longer than a house. All body and legs and mouth. It looked ferocious and it was coming directly towards them. It was coming towards them fast. She didn’t know if it was a trick of the eyes or the size of the beast but it seemed to be moving at an insane pace, coming right for the town.

She watched, waiting, with her blade and bow by her side, as the beast loomed closer and closer. The tyrannic monster coming to kill them all. She watched as it reached the first pits and merely stomped them flat without even falling. They hadn’t known how large or wide the creature was and had underestimated its proportions. As it got closer, she noticed a hint of blue hanging below its massive body but her eyes struggled to leave its face. It’s massive maw waiting to eat men whole and tear women to shreds. It’s eyes full of hunger. It roared and it sounded like nothing she had ever heard before. Deep, reverberating, reminding her that she was not the top of the food chain. She could see some of her people starting to panic but none faltered as the beast charged them.

It reached the spike wall and she could physically feel moral go up as it seemed to trip just slightly, before ramming the wall with its head, none the worse for wear. Before the mood could plummet she shouted out:

“FIRE!”

Bow’s they may be, simple arrows they may be, but they were not weak. A human would have easily died, armor or no, but this beast, the T-Rex, acted as if it was nothing more than rain as their arrows shattered on its skin and head. It only slightly turned away from some arrows as they aimed near where she could now see was what seemed like a blue orb between its legs. As she read the words on them, she felt her rage ignite anew. This beast was moment’s from slaughtering her people and ripping them apart and the people who had created this beast had deigned to mock them while it was doing so. The absolute bastards.