Prologue
A Bit Of A Jiffy

The scene shows a prosperous valley populated with herbivorous dinosaurs. Several Sauropods could be seen feeding on the trees while Triceratopses ate the bushes nearby. At the edge of the valley's main river, several Saurolophuses quenched their thirst as their children played in the water. It was like the real life version of paradise. Heaven on Earth.

No other place in the realm of dinosaurs could compare to this Valley, which was known as the Great Valley. Unlike other valleys nearby, the Great Valley was protected by an unseen force, preventing climate change from touching the insides. The wall around the valley also kept predatory dinosaurs out, leaving the inhabitants safe from attacks. Despite this disruption in the food chain, there was never a real shortage of food source for the herbivores.

Trees and greenery grew at breakneck speed, replenishing the depleted areas within a matter of hours. It was possibly the only location in the realm where the food chain was not required to keep things in check. The flora grew as quickly as the fauna fed. Everyone had full bellies most of the time. In an open area of the Great Valley which was surrounded by forests on all four sides, was a shack.

It belonged to a human by the name of Bryan. Five years ago, he was merely a visitor visiting the realm of dinosaurs but now, he had a shelter in one of the most prosperous area in the land. A portal had been built inside the shack, allowing him to travel freely between the realm and the 21st century. A shed was connected to the shack and in the shed were gun racks, and maintenance equipment for firearms and the shack.

On the racks were weapons from the Vietnam War. Everything from the M1 Garands and Carbines used by the South Vietnamese, to the M14 and M16 rifles used by US troops when they went from being advisors to full-fledged fighting men. One of these rifles was a XM16E1, which was a prototype M16A1. This was Bryan's personal "queen". Not a safe queen, but a queen which he took good care of.

Every time he returned home after carrying the gun on long treks, he would clean the weapon thoroughly before placing it on his gun rack. Yes, he would not and did not hesitate to bring his little queen out on his expeditions. In fact, Bryan saw it as a necessity that he carry the XM16E1 since he usually walked around in old style Vietnam Era gear and uniform.

A young Apatosaurus walks into the shack and nuzzles Bryan in the side. Just one look on the youngling's face was enough for the human to know he had something to tell.

"Dad." He said. "I think… They found our parents."

"Our parents?" the human scratches his head.

"My friends' and mine."

"Ahh… Who told you this?"

"Cera did."

"How can be so sure?"

"Because Petrie's mother just arrived in the valley and she told her that she had been part of the herd our parents were travelling in."

"And?"

"According to her, they need our help."

"You're going to have to be more descriptive my little one."

"My real dad apparently had his leg pinned and everyone is trapped on a volcano which looks like it might blow."

"Anything else? Like the location or something?"

"It's near the Vibrant Valley, oh and they had been fighting a bunch of Sharpteeth."

"Volcano… predatory territory…" Bryan jolts the words down in a small notebook he kept in his rear pocket. "Okay, you go inform the young ones, I'll need to prep some stuff before we go."

Without further ado, Littlefoot rushes off to gather his friends while Bryan returned to his shack. The male human knew this trip was not going to be an easy trip, given the fact that they had to trudge through fifty miles of predator territory and possible fight an entire pack, which according to his estimates, could muster more than fifty at a time since it was more of a clan than a pack.

Firepower was crucial to success in this operation and so was a plan to get the adults to safety. Not only did Bryan need a force multiplier, he needed a mount for which to mount his force multiplier , a M60 machine gun, onto. Cera seemed like a promising candidate, given the fact that she could charge headlong into danger and let the human do the rest. But to do so, Bryan needed more than just a gun and mount, which he already had.

He needed a custom armor vest for the young Triceratops. No, he needed custom vests for all the young dinosaurs in case the Raptors got smart and designed guns of their own which they could operate with clawed fingers. Thanks to the powers of the Illuminati, the male human manages to complete the vests within a couple of seconds, all in desert tan color and up to Threat Level V spec.

Bryan slings his XM16E1 rifle over his back and grabs eight reserve 20 round magazines, which he placed in two M1967 M16 magazine pouches. He had two sidearms with him, an Inland Mfg. M1911A1 which he kept in a "Tanker" holster, and a Smith & Wesson Model 39, which had been customized by a gunsmith turned into a MK 22 "Hush Puppy"; this gun was kept in a belt holster. A M8A1 Scabbard could also be seen on the human's belt, this kept his M7 Bayonet.

Now fully armed and dressed in Vietnam Era gear, the male human joins the young dinosaurs near the entrance. He dresses the young dinosaurs in their custom made armor vests and mounts the Tripod onto Cera's back before mounting the M60 machine gun, which had an 80 round belt loaded. Reserve ammunition for the machine gun was kept in several pouches on Cera's side along with spare barrels.

"Let's go bring your parents' home safely." He said.

Fifty miles east of the Great Valley, things were not looking good for the mixed herd of adult dinosaurs. Their leader Bron had his leg wedged between two boulders and the others found their route to safe haven blocked by a massive Utahraptor clan comprised of over two hundred. Fighting against these agile and intelligent predators was a no go, especially since they lacked the mobility to counter their pack hunting tactics.

The herd members were trapped and worse still, the Volcano looked as if it was about to erupt any minute from now. With Bron currently out of commission, the second and third in command of the herd, an elderly Apatosaurus and middle aged Triceratops, assume their duties. They discuss their next course of action while Bron's wife and a few others tried their best to free the herd's leader.

"Has the flyer made the call?" the Triceratops asked.

"I cannot be sure, Mr. Threehorn." The Apatosaurus answered. "Unless you can somehow talk with each other without meeting face to face."

"Oh I just wish that human was with us."

"What human? I thought those stories were myths."

"My herd once encountered a human but… I told him to bugger off."

"How could you do such a thing?"

"My arrogant past, one which I hate to recall. It was because of arrogance I lost my wife and three of my little ones."

"Divorce?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry about that. But as long as you learn from your mistakes, I'm sure you'll find that special one in your life someday."

"That is IF we don't get eaten alive by those hungry pests."

As the herd of dinosaurs continued to do whatever they can to stay alive, they had no idea that help was on the way. The human whom the middle aged Triceratops told to bugger off was coming to help him, and he was committed to discuss the terms with the Theropods using only one language; 7.62x51 NATO.