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| Unexpectedly we found ourselves marooned in "paradise" |
Previously On The Theoretical Science Foundation:Having stowed the bodies of the dead Nazis in one of the Dornier's lower deck store rooms, our heroes were suddenly buffeted by the plane meeting the approaching stormfront.
Like a particularly violent rollercoaster, the aircraft rose and fell as it was lashed by wind, rain, and lightning, accompanied by alarming grinding and banging sounds as various mechanical parts gave in under the onslaught.
It was noted that the friendly bar steward and the suspicious man reading a copy of Life magazine were nowhere to be seen in the chaos.
Freya (Clare's photojournalist), Buck (my explorer), Dick (Kevin's detective), and Fr Ned (Simon's priest) tried to get the (understandably) panicking passengers into their life jackets and back into their seats, but then there was an almighty crash as we hit the water... and everything went dark.
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| The storm was unlike anything any of the flight crew had ever encountered before! |
We awoke sometime later, with bright sunlight streaming through the windows, and the plane unexpectedly immobile.
Buck (my explorer) peered out the window and saw that the Dornier had run aground on what appeared to be an idyllic desert island.
Noting that his colleagues seemed fine, Buck, eager to explore, got out onto the wing where he met the pilot, who told him that the navigator was dead, the co-pilot injured, and the plane in a bad state of repair.
Spotting a trail of footprints disappearing off around the headland, Buck jumped down and followed these.
Once around the headland, the trail disappeared into the jungle. A short way into the trees and brush, Buck discovered a pool of fresh blood and indications that something had been dragged off while another trail led in the opposite direction.
Believing this to be either the bar steward or the Life magazine man, Buck continued down the blood-splattered path, hoping his quarry might still be alive.
Hearing strange sounds ahead, as cautiously as he could, he advanced through the undergrowth... and came upon a pair of velociraptors gruesomely tearing something apart.
Buck (my explorer) peered out the window and saw that the Dornier had run aground on what appeared to be an idyllic desert island.
Noting that his colleagues seemed fine, Buck, eager to explore, got out onto the wing where he met the pilot, who told him that the navigator was dead, the co-pilot injured, and the plane in a bad state of repair.
Spotting a trail of footprints disappearing off around the headland, Buck jumped down and followed these.
Once around the headland, the trail disappeared into the jungle. A short way into the trees and brush, Buck discovered a pool of fresh blood and indications that something had been dragged off while another trail led in the opposite direction.
Believing this to be either the bar steward or the Life magazine man, Buck continued down the blood-splattered path, hoping his quarry might still be alive.
Hearing strange sounds ahead, as cautiously as he could, he advanced through the undergrowth... and came upon a pair of velociraptors gruesomely tearing something apart.
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| Velociraptors!!! |
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to register what they were eating as a third velociraptor emerged right beside him!
Only through a combination of luck and his finely-honed skills (and a a heavy expenditure of Style points) was Buck able to whip his Smith & Wesson around and blast the creature in the head.
Stunned and confused by sights and sounds it was unused to, and the pain of being shot in the head at point blank range, the dinosaur ran off, giving Buck the chance to bolt back towards the beach.
Bursting out of the jungle, he espied his colleagues coming towards him and - face split by an enormous grin - he excitedly shouted "DINOSAURS!!!" as he ran up to them.
The usually level-headed Buck was unbelievably excited by his discovery and it took all his willpower to resist rushing back into the jungle with his comrades to show them the creatures he'd discovered.
However, he realised it was only by the skin of his teeth that he had survived and so a more measured strategy was certainly called for going forward.
They all decided it was probably best to return to the plane, where Buck retrieved his hunting rifle rifle from the hold and then climbed onto the roof of the resting Dornier to make himself a sniper's nest, from where he could scan the beach for further sightings of 'terrible lizards'.
It was agreed not to mention "dinosaurs" to our fellow passengers, instead simply warn them of "hostile wildlife" and stress that they should remain in and around the beached aircraft.
Freya had been methodically compiling a list of the passengers, noting the number of dead (four); injured (five, including a young boy); and uninured (10, including a small girl); taking note if any had any skills that might prove useful in our current predicament.
After a while, as burial parties were being organised, Buck spotted a column of smoke rising from the jungle about a kilometre away.
Only through a combination of luck and his finely-honed skills (and a a heavy expenditure of Style points) was Buck able to whip his Smith & Wesson around and blast the creature in the head.
Stunned and confused by sights and sounds it was unused to, and the pain of being shot in the head at point blank range, the dinosaur ran off, giving Buck the chance to bolt back towards the beach.
Bursting out of the jungle, he espied his colleagues coming towards him and - face split by an enormous grin - he excitedly shouted "DINOSAURS!!!" as he ran up to them.
The usually level-headed Buck was unbelievably excited by his discovery and it took all his willpower to resist rushing back into the jungle with his comrades to show them the creatures he'd discovered.
However, he realised it was only by the skin of his teeth that he had survived and so a more measured strategy was certainly called for going forward.
They all decided it was probably best to return to the plane, where Buck retrieved his hunting rifle rifle from the hold and then climbed onto the roof of the resting Dornier to make himself a sniper's nest, from where he could scan the beach for further sightings of 'terrible lizards'.
It was agreed not to mention "dinosaurs" to our fellow passengers, instead simply warn them of "hostile wildlife" and stress that they should remain in and around the beached aircraft.
Freya had been methodically compiling a list of the passengers, noting the number of dead (four); injured (five, including a young boy); and uninured (10, including a small girl); taking note if any had any skills that might prove useful in our current predicament.
After a while, as burial parties were being organised, Buck spotted a column of smoke rising from the jungle about a kilometre away.
To Be Continued...
The Theoretical Science Foundation - The Cast:
- Buck Hannigan - played by me
- Richard 'Dick' Tate - played by Kevin
- Father Timothy 'Ned' O’Flaherty - played by Simon
- Freya Larson - played by Clare
Showrunner - Pete
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