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Commander
John
Storm RN, hails the 'KoolArctic' British Antarctic survey ship from the
helm of the Elizabeth Swann. John, Dan and Charley, are adjusting to the
sub zero South Pole temperatures, by dressing in warmer gear. John has
always been a fan of the famous explorers: Sir
Ernest Shackleton and Captain
Robert Scott. Unlike Dan and Kitty (John's faithful tabby cat) he
loves the breathtaking scenery and bracing cold air. He never thought
he'd be a naval
attaché for the British Secret Service.
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WHEN
DINOSAURS RULED THE EARTH
CHAPTER
9 - JOHN STORM CALLS LANGLEY
The Elizabeth Swann cut through Antarctic waters, its reinforced hull slicing through drifting ice floes. The hum of onboard systems filled the command deck, but John Storm had tuned out everything except the encrypted satellite link connecting him to
Jack
Mason—his former contact at CIA headquarters, Langley.
A secure line crackled, then Jack's voice came through, sharp and impatient.
"Storm. This better be urgent."
John leaned over the comms panel. "We've got a situation. Sectasaur eggs have been removed from the site. We don’t know who took them, but if these things hatch outside controlled conditions—on the mainland—it’ll make the Komodo Dragon look like a lapdog."
There was a pause. Then Mason let out a slow exhale. "Jesus. You’re telling me someone’s walking around with prehistoric DNA, packed with a species that evolved under hyperoxic conditions? You realize what that means?"
Dan Hawk, listening from the corner of the deck, couldn’t resist interjecting. "Means someone out there is either stupid enough to play god, or greedy enough to sell a nightmare to the highest bidder." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "And I’m guessing that bidder isn't exactly Greenpeace."
John ignored the comment. "Jack, whoever stole that egg didn’t just luck into it. This was planned. And considering the murders back at the site, they’re not shy about cleaning up loose ends."
Mason's voice sharpened. "You think this is military?"
John exhaled through his nose. "If it is, we’re looking at someone running black ops outside sanctioned jurisdiction. And if it's not military, then it's corporate—private sector bioweapons research. Either way, this needs to be shut down. Fast."
"Give me details," Mason said. "How dangerous is this thing if it hatches?"
Charley Temple—ever the data analyst—stepped forward, flipping through figures on her tablet. "Based on prehistoric gigantism models, if a Sectasaur reaches maturity in today's environment, it could grow beyond three meters in length. If it's an aggressive predator—assuming comparable behavior to apex arthropods—it would have an exoskeletal tensile strength beyond anything alive today. No known tranquilizer or conventional weapon would be effective without precision strikes." She looked up. "In short—if it gets loose, we’d need specialized containment procedures and a damn good excuse for the world press."
Mason let out a breath. "And here I was thinking the Pentagon's worst headache was rogue AI. Turns out, prehistoric hellbugs are on the agenda now."
At that moment, Hal, the onboard AI, chimed in—his voice smooth, mechanical, and unnervingly informative.
"Correction, Jack Mason. The Sectasaur’s hypothetical size results from evolutionary conditions present in the Carboniferous and Permian periods. During those eras, atmospheric oxygen levels
on earth
were approximately 35% compared to today’s 21%. Insects and arthropods of that time achieved massive proportions due to enhanced oxygen intake, enabling greater metabolic efficiency without the limitations of passive diffusion."
Hal paused for effect. "If modern science finds a way to genetically modify these creatures to process oxygen at higher efficiency—through artificial respiratory adaptations or bioengineering—we could witness a predator beyond anything in natural history."
Dan Hawk clapped his hands together. "Well, that’s fantastic. Now all we need is for some genius to splice it with venomous capabilities and give it bulletproof plating, and we can officially call it humanity's worst idea ever."
John shot him a glance. "Focus, Dan." He turned back to Mason. "I need CIA resources mobilized. Alert Interpol and Military Intelligence. If someone smuggles live specimens or viable DNA out of Antarctica, we may only have days before it’s weaponized."
Mason was silent for a beat. Then, his voice came back low and decisive.
"Alright, Storm. I’ll put together a response team. But understand this—if the wrong people already have that DNA, this isn’t just a containment mission anymore. It’s an arms race. And you just signed up to stop
it. Not sure what assets we have in the field buddy. Watch your
back."
The line cut off, leaving John staring at the comms panel.
An arms race. With prehistoric monsters. This was spiraling faster than expected.
Dan leaned in. "Holy fuel cells! So… do we get hazard pay for this gig?"
John didn’t answer. His fingers curled into a fist.
They needed to move. Faster.
THE
MISSING EGG
The ice tunnel was eerily silent, save for the crunching of boots against the frozen ground. John Storm and Dan Hawk had been probing the labyrinthine passageways for over half an hour, weaving through jagged formations of ice as their breath curled in the frigid air. The deeper they ventured, the more the silence pressed against them—heavy, expectant.
Then, Dan's voice shattered the quiet.
"Skipper! Over here—now!" His tone wasn’t just urgent—it carried an edge of disbelief.
John turned, scanning the dim, frost-coated corridor where Dan's torch beam sliced through the darkness. There was something strange about the way his partner stood—rigid, staring at the ground with a mixture of triumph and dread.
John sprinted over. "What have you got?"
Dan grinned despite the cold biting at his face. "Check out this hollow." He gestured at the ice.
John's torch beam danced across the uneven surface before he adjusted the angle, careful not to overexpose the target with direct light. The outline became clear: a depression in the ice, unmistakably shaped like an egg—an imprint so fresh it could have been made yesterday.
"Turn your torch behind me," John instructed. Dan complied, angling his beam away.
John pulled out his phone, quickly snapping a series of photos and recording a short video for reference. "That’s better. Now it’s clearly visible."
A beat passed as he studied the imprint—crystal clear, undisturbed. Then he exhaled slowly, his voice taking on an unmistakable seriousness.
"For sure, an egg is missing. And judging by the precision of this imprint, it’s very recent."
Dan furrowed his brow. "What does that mean, Skip?"
John didn’t answer immediately. His mind was racing—connecting dots, assessing the consequences. Finally, he spoke.
"It confirms what I suspected. The murders... they’re tied to this discovery. And clearly—someone wanted this egg badly enough to kill for it."
Dan’s expression darkened. "Who the hell would murder over some prehistoric bug?"
John’s voice lowered, his tone deadly calm. "I can think of only one reason, Dan." He tapped his earpiece. "Hal, are you reading me?"
"Loud and clear, John." The AI’s voice was as smooth as ever.
Dan let out an exasperated sigh. "I swear, I need to get one of those implants."
John ignored the remark. His focus was elsewhere. Whoever took the egg hadn’t done it as an idle scientific curiosity. This was theft with intent—someone had plans for this creature. And if even one of these sectasaurs hatched outside the ice, their very existence could disrupt global ecosystems—or worse, reshape biological warfare.
They needed to act—now.
BRITISH INTELLIGENCE CALL FOR JOHN STORM'S ASSISTANCE
Two hours later, as the Swann glided through Antarctic waters under a pale sun, the call came in. British Intelligence. Through the
Royal
Navy.
John had barely processed the news when the officer on the other end delivered the hammer blow.
"The KoolArctic has been scuttled."
John froze. "What?" His voice was sharp, the single word cutting through the stillness.
"It’s gone, Storm. All hands lost. Not a single survivor."
John was silent. His mind reeled. He had just spoken to their skipper days ago. And now the ship was at the bottom of the ocean—its crew swallowed by the cold abyss.
His instinct was immediate. "I want to search for survivors. Any of the crew could still be floating."
The Navy's response was bleak. "We’ve already deployed helicopters from the Falklands. Nothing. No bodies, no wreckage. It’s as if they were erased."
That wasn’t an accident. Someone had orchestrated this. And that meant the race for the Sectasaur’s
DNA had already escalated far beyond scientific curiosity.
John exhaled. The stakes had just changed.
"Alright. I’ll help."
The official response was swift. "You’ll be granted temporary Master & Commander status to liaise with all involved parties."
John nodded. That meant, for now, his ship, the HMS Elizabeth
Swann, was acting under official command—if only temporarily.
But he wasn’t just following orders. He was hunting the truth.
And whoever had stolen that egg... whoever had been willing to kill to get it...
They had no idea what was coming for them.
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ATLANTIC
EXPRESS
Kitty,
or Katie-Cat, is the ship's cat, seen here having changed colour in the Antarctic. She
is allowed onto
the seats, wooden flat areas, but not onto the instruments. She is a
very well behaved cat, loyal to her Captain. Though, in the galley, she
can be quite a handlful, if you don't keep a weather eye open.
...
Suki
Hall is a marine biologist and oceanographer, normally, specializing in cetaceans.
She is intrigued by the find of previously unknown species in
Antarctica. Wondering how they grew so large, and how they survived in
the cold.
...
Following
the amazing discovery of a clutch of Sectasaur eggs, Lin
Po Chang plots to eliminate the competition
SECTASAUR™
- CHAPTERS (APPROX 5 MINS PER SCENE)
PART
1
CHAPTER
1: US ARKTOS 1838 EXPEDITION -
The ice melts at both poles revealing features on the land not seen for
thousands of years. A converted Frigate, the US Arktos is discovered at the South Pole locked into melting
ice, then freed.
CHAPTER 2: TUNNEL COMPLEX - Discovery of a labyrinth of tunnels beneath the ice, dated by scientists to be
many millions of years old, is leaked to Jill Bird, BBC world service,
via Sky news and Discovery Channel. Supporting John Cleves Symmes theory
of 1818.
CHAPTER 3: GOLD RUSH - Three expeditions launched by competing concerns, Swedish,
Multinational & Cathy Carter, backed by the
CIA.
The third funded by Chinese, Lin Po
Chang. Land grab for mineral rights and archaeological exclusivity,
prehistoric insect DNA. King
Kong.
CHAPTER 4:
U.N. CALL FOR JOHN STORM - MI6 and the
UN
decide to send in John
Storm and the Elizabeth Swan. Dan Hawk and
Charley Temple
speed from the
Southern Ocean to the Weddell Sea and there to Deception Island, an extinct volcano.
CHAPTER
5: IT'S MURDER ON THE ICE - Several fatal accidents occur in quick succession, then an egg clutch is discovered in a section of a tunnel.
Chang eliminates the remaining opposition. Then nurtures one thawed
egg through a simulated incubation.
CHAPTER 6: BOUND FOR ENGLAND - The creature is smuggled aboard Ice Patrol survey vessel
'KoolArctic' bound for England, eats two crew members. Second mate on KoolArctic reports the chaos aboard
vessel to the British
Admiralty, abandons (scuttles) ship.
CHAPTER 7: BASECAMP - John's team set up camp onshore, locate the excavation site,
using the 'Ark' (a DNA database). Storm finds dead explorers & uncovers disturbing new evidence to support
theory that dinosaurs were not entirely wiped out by a
meteor striking the
earth. Suki Hall is contacted, RN approach John.
PART
2
CHAPTER
8: WHEN DINOSAURS RULED THE EARTH - Confirmed, they
lived when dinosaurs ruled the earth. Dinosaurs starve in volcanic/asteroid
winter. Sectasaurs have higher
tolerance to freezing conditions, eat competition, then hibernate.
Suki Hall hypothesis merit worthy, supported scientific community.
CHAPTER 9: WORST FEARS CONFIRMED - From DNA analysis aboard
energy depleted Elizabeth
Swan, Storm estimates species grew to between 3-5 metres, warm blooded with
high tolerance to low temperatures. Team realize danger to humans, alert
MOD
& CIA to the danger.
John made Master
& Commander RN.
CHAPTER 10: -
ATLANTIC EXPRESS - Storm and crew head to England at high
speed, breaking record on hydrofoils. Sectasaur is stowaway on Atlantic
Express. Meanwhile Chang has landed in
Portsmouth.
CHAPTER
11:
HAMPSHIRE - The giant prehistoric animal jumps ship, feeds on New
Forest ponies, gaining attention of Hampshire police, relayed to MI6
and thence to John Storm.
CHAPTER 12: BUCKLERS HARD - Storm heads up the Beaulieu River to Bucklers
Hard, following pony corpses toward a wooded area near Worts Gutter (Furzey Lane). Storm
calls military for backup. Chang heads to Buckler's Hard, and Worts
Gutter.
CHAPTER 13:
CAT & MOUSE - Storm and Temple
play cat and mouse with Sectasaur - when the giant insect came up from behind over the brow of a ravine and
knocks Charley nearly unconscious. Storm strikes the creature with an axe,
causing partial shock.
PART
3
CHAPTER 14: FIRST AID - Charley and John patch creature's wound with antiseptic and bandages. The
giant insect feigns immobility. Understands dialogue between John and Charley is not aggressive or threatening,
and marks these two humans down as allies.
CHAPTER 15: SECTASAUR RESCUES JOHN - John panics with axe.
Creature lashed out in reflex throwing John over a ledge. John at the mercy
of creature.
The huge insect puts itself at risk to pull John up to safety. Meanwhile government troops,
Territorial Army reservists are closing in.
CHAPTER 16: PUZZLING SITUATION - John dusts himself, while magnificent insect
cleans itself. John offers hand palm up to the creature. The animal
studies with both feelers, tickling him. John's heart pounding, at risk
of amputation, enjoying leap of faith. It understands and responds to
voice communication.
CHAPTER 17: ALL FRIENDS - Charley joins from bracken and saw the interaction between John and the insect.
She proffers her hand, the prehistoric insect smelled her all over with its antennae. Charley giggled at the
friendly touch. Temple shot in arm by troops, insect in head. Chang witnesses
interchange.
CHAPTER 18: HOSTILE FIRE - Troops fire wounding animal. John & Charley both
leap in front of insect yelling to stop firing, but Charley is shot in the arm and
screams. The giant insect moves to protect them both from the gunfire,
taking more hits and another to the head. It collapsed, feelers limp.
Dead. Gone.
CHAPTER 19: ATTACK SUBSIDES - John and Charley shout as loud as they
can,
stopping firing. They reach insect. They raised its feelers, Charley and
John take one each, and the trio embraced for a minute, its antennae
were limp - there was no reviving it - tears, anger - it was gone. J&C
in shock for a moment.
CHAPTER
20: NO REMORSE - John & Charley anger welling up inside, tears
gave way to action. A rhinoceros soldier
is delighted at kill. "Yes," cried the soldier. "Yes," said John,
punching the trigger happy fool out. Up to that point other military thought they had saved
their lives. Chang is devastated at loss.
CHAPTER 21:
EPILOGUE & DEBRIEFING - John files a report with
the United
Nations and MI6, advising of a great loss to science.
Keep watching brief for any repeats, finds, missing links, etc. Watching
brief with increased security, military conflicts. Further investigations needed. Chang vows to return to Antarctica.
See draft
scripts for 'KULO-LUNA'
and 'CLEOPATRA'S
MUMMY.' Other John Storm adventures (under development) include: 'OPERATION
NEPTUNE,' 'THE
HOLY COMPASS,' and TREASURE
ISLAND - BLACKBEARD'S CURSE & PIRATES GOLD. Development order is
subject to viewer polls and other third party interest.
Another
title, using the same special effects artwork as Sectasaur™ is JIMMY
WATSON'S MAGIC DINOBOT. This is a children's Christmas story. Far
removed from high seas adventures.
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SCRIPT
The
artwork is also suitable for use in "Jimmy Watson's Magic
Dinobot."
A proposed network TV serialization, about boy who saves his paper round
money to buy himself a robot for Christmas. Then, when assembled, it
come to life, to become his friend. ARTWORK
- Somewhat better than the huge ants in "Them," but perhaps not as good as
the CGI in Antman. Now a
museum
exhibit in Sussex, England.
The artwork is based on an Australian Bulldog
ant.
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