"Eye of the Beholder" - Chapter 1

A Dinosaucers™ fanfic by Sabrewing

Umm, the Dinosaucers, every character that appears in this, and so on and so forth are the property of Coca-Cola©, and this is an unofficial fanfic I wrote (meaning I took a lot of poetic license with it) that contains elements of an adult nature between humans and large reptilians, so reader discretion is advised. Oh, and enjoy. :)

For being on a planet on the opposite side of the sun, Sarah thought to herself as she bathed in the noonday heat, Reptilon had formed in a manner very similar to her sister planet, Earth. Maybe in reverse, in a sense. She pulled her bikini top down a bit, trying to air herself out from the heat blazing down on her. The planet's active volcano system had given it a greenhouse effect which could, at times, be almost unreal. Naturally, she, a human being, wasn't well-suited for this type of weather. Then again, mammals bigger than a furball were rare on Reptilon, which was almost designed for its saurian inhabitants, such as Sarah's interstellar friends, the Dinosaucers.

They had met quite by accident, with Sarah and her brother Ryan, plus their friends David and Paul, hiking outside of their hometown. They had seen what looked like a series of meteors falling through the sky, so they had gone to investigate. Little did they know, when they'd reached the mountains outside the city, what they'd truly uncovered.

Before their widened eyes, the four teenagers witnessed a gigantic contraption covered in blue metal - a starship - slowly hovering down towards the smooth grass below, pushing it out flat with its landing jets. The entire ship looked like something straight out of Star Wars or a Japanese animé, but one thing was for certain: it was huge. The craft in its entirety, which easily towered over the quartet of people and maybe some of the buildings in town, stood clearly out against the edge of the wooded region of the hilly mountain where it now sat, eerily silent, before the teens. None of them moved, too scared to even breathe audibly, let alone know what to expect. Would weird little almond-eyed midgets in black tights spouting, "We come in peace," jump out? Or would they be attacked? However, they still had enough willpower to look over the craft. It had a lot of jutting edges around the top, giving it an almost unfinished look; this could have meant the ship was built rather hastily by . . . well, whoever. So, it may not hold as much of a crew as they might have thought. At their level was a tall abscess in the metal hull on which was engraved an insignia of some sort. It was a light blue in color and resembled the letter 'D', with what looked like . . . almost a predatory look on it?

The group could only guess that it was a door or portal of some sort, when their suspiscions were confirmed as the strange letter divided in half down the middle as the abscess split open, the hiss of hydraulic systems heard. A bright light shone from the inside as the door opened.

Almost ten huge figures of varying sizes and shapes appeared sillhouetted against the light, as the four teens raised their hands to shield their eyes from the glare. The strange figures walked -- although it felt like stomping to the small people before them -- outside onto the grass, and the door closed behind them, leaving the aliens visible in the moonlight overhead.

To the teens' shocked amazement, the newcomers looked like dinosaurs! Well, technological armor-wearing dinos, but dinos nonetheless. They ran up to get a better look at them, ancient childhood fantasies of seeing real-life dinosaurs rekindled, and that was how they met the Dinosaucers and became the Secret Scouts.

They had been introduced to each member of the Dinosaucer team in a formal, diplomatic fashion. They were Stego and Bonehead, the two rookie fighters who still had a lot to learn; Ichy and Teryx, the water and air specialists, respectively, who had been assigned ot collect data on comparisons between Earth and their home planet, Reptilon; Tricero, the calm and calculating warrior who had a sense of finésse in what he did; Dimetro, the brains behind the group who had a keen mind for machinery and computers along with various sciences like chemistry (which was to their advantage, as both planets shared several element types); Bronto-Thunder, the huge, hulking giant of a fighter who wored well as such but wasn't one to favor covert operations; and finally Allo, the head honcho of the mission and overall well-rounded leader of the Dinosaucers. He'd left his family behind -- well, they all had -- to come to Earth on their campaign of survival: Reptilon was wracked with earthquakes, and a solution was necessary to stop them.

As it turned out, Reptilon's and Earth's similar development was strikingly ironic: Reptilon's continents were in the Pangaea stage, and they were splitting apart, changing climates in the process. Almost the entire planet, minus the renegade Tyrannos, had to pitch in to slow down the shifting plates. Under orders of the Dinosorceror himself, every starship was mobilized and equipped with a special laser which would penetrate under the crust of the planet and cool the magma responsible for the moving plates for about 50 years (with their shared orbits, the different planets' calendars were almost the same to a 'T'). As the saurian pilots flew over the plate separations, their gunners squeezed the triggers to their light-beams, sending the lasers straight into the planet's core.

The plan worked, except that it had to be repeated every 50 years. So, ever so quick to love a celebration, the Reptilonians began a special holiday on the day of "The Quenching of Rage," as the ritual came to be known. Large fireworks were shot from the surface, and daring pilots would fly their ships in a death-defying run in between the rockets and bursts of light. Survivors, which tended to increase in number every year, were given a commemerative trophy and national tribute. Then, as a procession traveled through each town, the designated pilots (of which it was a great honor to be) would fly up with their lasers readied, performing the ritual. Rare was it when a person was ever selected twice, but when this ever happened, they were granted an audience with the Dinosorceror and Dinosorceress, who would present them with special medals. It was all done very formally, and any sort of casualty about the affair was frowned upon.

Of course, when the ritual was first implemented, the Dinosaucers received much renown for the accomplishment of their mission, and even the Secret Scouts were recognized in how their aid had been most helpful in guiding the saurians around Earth. When a Tyranno faction had protested giving such high honors to lowly mammals, they were instantly silenced by one look from the Dinosorceress. She declared to all present that she would have none of this "foolishness," that those who had earned honor would get the rewards they deserved.

With no current missions to take up, the Dinosaucers were granted leave to return to their personal lives on Reptilon; however, they were far from ending their good intentions. Allo, Dimetro, and Ichy were instrumental in pressuring Reptilonian officials to begin diplomatic relations with Earth, as they could learn much from each other. The Secret Scouts began a similar campaign on their home planet . . . at least, they tried to. At first, despite the testimony of numerous individuals (credible or not), the American government and the United Nations refused to believe that stories of dinosaurs in flying saucers playing guardian angel to Earthlings everwhere could be real. Thanks to a near-limitless range, the Scouts were able to keep in close contact with the Dinosaucer team with the special rings they wore, and a rendevous between U.N. leaders and a set of ambassadors -- consisting of Allo and some counselmen of the Dinosorceror -- was arranged. Needless to say, the human leaders were a bit shaky when they found themselves putting their hands into a handshake with a claw that could easily encase their heads and squeeze the bone inward. However, Allo and company, thanks to past experience, were prepared for this reaction. To their credit, they were extremely patient and understanding as they sat in the U.N. meeting room, listening silently as paranoid world leaders debated endlessly over whether they could trust the lizards who towered over humans. They listened as shouts of, "They're better equipped, they could invade!" -- "Human beings can only get along with other humans!" screamed through the room like how a machine gun fires bullets. One of the Dinosorceror counselmen muttered under his breath about anyone could be so closed-minded, but Allo shushed him, reminding him that old beliefs take time and effort to break.

At long last, the Reptilonians were given the floor. Seeing as he had the most experience with humans, Allo spoke on all their behalf, and speak he did. His speech wasn't exactly eloquant or well-written. However, what it did do was make its point. He spoke on how very much his race truly owed the humans for assisting in saving their planet. He spoke on how much could be gained in both outer and inner understandings of their histories from one another. And he gave a strong testament to their good will: why would he attack those he was grateful to? The time, now, was of courage, not of fear; one of acceptance, not of rejection. If humanity and America were ever truly going to be free, they must first cast out the inner demons known as prejudice and ignorance. Now was that time.

He sat and awaited their decision.