Full summary:

Former Pink Ranger and up-and-coming journalist, Kimberly Hart, is assigned the task of getting an exclusive tell all on a new set of Power Rangers that emerged in California. As the forces of evil begin to show throughout Reefside, she learns that the Dino Rangers are exactly what the sleepy town needs. Her heart is left fluttering as she gains an instant attraction to the heroic Black Dino Ranger that has proved to be her knight in shining armor. All without a clue to the mystery behind the helmet. Nothing could prepare her for what she was to find.

Tuesday, March 23, 2004

Miami Daily Times

7308 Palmdale Dr. #108

Miami, Florida

8:26AM

This was the first time it's ever happened.

There was an uncontrollable desperate need to gasp for air, a drowning feeling she just couldn't overcome. Kimberly laid strapped to a gurney in the middle of a room with an overpowering spotlight to her face, the rest as black as night. Her eyes bravely searched her surroundings, but found nothing. No sound, no visibility, no life. Just a giant black hole of emptiness. Nothing aside from the deep fear that thundered violently throughout her tightening chest. Her arms tugged roughly on the prickled cotton straps at her wrists as she fought to get free, the skin beneath the fabric blistering red as it burned from the friction.

And then, coming from the dark... there was laughter. The kind that ate all hopes and dreams, the kind that forced you to believe there was no way out, the kind that embedded fear so deep in your soul that death seemed like a simpler option. She gulped as she sunk in deeper into her seat. She could feel the presence watching her from across the room. Her watery eyes widened while she stole glances into the darkness in search of the direction of the sound, salty tears involuntarily spilled from her eyes down her trembling cheeks. Her crawling skin turned pale as the merciless laughter soon turned into more of a wrathful growl, that alone had her heart shivering in absolute horror.

Sweat began cascading down her forehead in bead like droplets, pooling at the column in her neck. She whimpered as footsteps began to stomp her way, her years as a pink fighting machine erased as the mysterious figure stood in the darkness at her feet with glowing yellow eyes. She wasn't the fearless sixteen year old that would roll her eyes in the face of danger anymore. She was a journalist with critical thinking skills and more guts than the best of them, but she was still human. She could still fear, still bleed, still cry, and still be disintegrated by whatever was before her.

Her lips parted, pearly whites chattering as her nails dug into the gurney. This person... This... Monster? She just... She wasn't sure what to think of it. What did it want with her? The husky breathing coming from the foot of the bed absolutely petrified her, and even if she wasn't strapped down, she was sure she would have had no courage to move.

Razor sharp fingernails instantly clawed at her ankles as she kicked and screamed in horror—

"—Thank God, I thought you died." A loud bang came from a stack of folders slamming into a deep mahogany desk.

Kimberly head shot up that instant from where it rested on her laptop. Her heart raced as fast as a horse as she wiped the moisture from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes remained widened as she took in her familiar surroundings, her breathing coming in unevenly. Sound began to come through her ear; people talking in the background, fax machines dialing, phones ringing, printers printing, and heavy footsteps outside her office door all came in thoroughly.

Her deep brown eyes turned to a tall blonde standing in front of her desk. Her best friend, Lily Foster, looked at Kimberly with concern before she smiled when she saw that she was okay.

"I've been calling your cell all morning. You look like death, Kim," she giggled as she tucked a golden lock behind her ear. "You should have seen yourself while you were sleeping," Lily's eyes closed tight while she mimicked Kimberly's previous breathing in an overly exaggerated sense. Laughing softly when she finished.

"What the hell was that," Kimberly whispered to herself, ignoring her friends try for a joke. Her hands still trembling as she slowly came back to reality.

It was all a dream... But how? This just didn't feel right. It seemed more like a message— no, premonition from the future. It was all so real. One hand moved to hold her slender wrist, the burning sensation still fresh on her bare skin, and if she thought on it hard enough, she could still feel the heat of their grasp around her ankles. She didn't even remember falling asleep. One moment she was sitting in her office typing her latest article for the newspaper and the next she was transported somewhere she didn't recognize... With something that wanted nothing more than to hurt her.

Her hands ran roughly through her hair. She sighed nervously, whatever that was was now over and she was safe.

Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She hadn't felt this way in way too long. The last time she honestly feared for her safety was years ago when she and Jason were suspended over Maligores pit. That day was one that still haunted her to this day. She remembered hysterically screaming for help as she was lowered into the fire, and then catapulting out of there with so much power. Her sole mission was set to destroy the Power Rangers...

But just like the others had done before and after, her role as a Power Ranger was long over. That was a job for someone that was younger and more agile than she was now. Honestly, she had no clue if Earth even had rangers anymore. There wasn't exactly a number in the phonebook she could look up. Maybe there could be some around somewhere, but as far as she knew, Miami was completely dry of them. Now her life had taken a different turn. She left her dreams and aspirations of being a gymnast in the past when she took a bad fall before the Pan Globals. Her bed rest discovered her true passion in journalism. She traveled the country to find the best scoop, even winning prestigious awards last year for her investigative reporting.

Lily stood with a raised brow and one hand on her hip as she watched Kimberly remain silent, "What, no snarky comeback?"

Kimberly's eyes lifted, but her eyelids remained heavy with a blank expression. Looking at her best friend, she gave a weak smile.

"Geez, Kim, You're half asleep."

She nodded, yawning as she grabbed her now cool cup of coffee and took a sip. Her face scrunched while one of her eyelids twitched. Okay, coffee was not meant to be cold. "I had a late night."

Lily moved to take a seat in the empty chair across from Kimberly's desk, smiling as she figured she be hearing some juicy details in a minute. "I'm guessing the date went well."

Kimberly shook her head as she rolled her eyes, thinking back to the disastrous night before. Yesterday marked twenty-eight year old Kimberly's first date in months. "It was going great until his ex-girlfriend kept banging on the door demanding child support payments."

She was done with guys. After turning down one of her coworkers for weeks, she finally agreed to go on a date with him. Steven arrived at her doorstep looking dapper as ever, and in that moment she hoped things would turn out well. The evening continued as he earned bonus points when he paid for dinner like a true gentleman, and when he invited her back to his place, she was sure the date wouldn't end until way past the midnight hour. Unfortunately, as soon as they settled on the couch, there was a loud banging on the door. She recalled being so disgusted by him telling her to hide in the closet that she grabbed her bag and bolted out of there.

Lily sympathized with her best friend, knowing first hand how tough it was to deal with lying scum. "Hey, well at least your guy didn't accidentally answer and transfer their wife in the middle of phone sex. That's the closest I've ever gotten to a threesome," she cringed at the memory, rolling her eyes as she did so. The questioning glare that came from Kimberly was answered the next moment, "And to answer that lingering question, no I didn't know he was married."

The two friends shared a snorted giggle, finding joy in what was once an embarrassing memory. "So I take it you're not going back out with Steven?"

Kimberly didn't even think he deserved the energy it took to form a proper sentence. Instead she opted for the totally mature response of a thumbs down while she blew a raspberry. She should have known that a date on a Monday night would go horribly, I mean, who does that?

"Sorry, Kim."

"Miami is filled with such horrible guys," Kimberly sighed in frustration, "I haven't had a decent date in years."

"They're not all bad."

"Well, you got lucky with your husband."

"Yeah I did," Lily smiled genuinely, sighing like a school girl when she thought about her loving husband. Changing back to her real task today, she turned her attention back to Kimberly, "Anyway, Kim, you missed the meeting again."

Kimberly looked at her blankly, shrugging as she handed her friend the article she had just finished typing, "I was finishing up my paper."

Lily grabbed the freshly printed article, scoffing when she read the headline, "Aliens walk amongst us?"

Kimberly scrunched her nose as she waited for her friends response, "What do ya think?"

Rolling her eyes, Lily continued to read the biggest piece of trash she ever laid eyes on. Kimberly was better than this, fake tabloid journalism was beneath her. This article belonged beside the other shitty newspapers that printed headlines about how President Bush was secretly a robot and raising Big Foot as a single father. "Kim there's a reason we don't miss meetings."

She waved her hand at her friend dismissively, continuing to swivel in her chair back and forth while she chewed on the end of her pen thoroughly, "It's whatever, I'll just go to the next one."

Lily loved her petite friend dearly, in fact they've been attached at the hip since Kimberly joined the company four years ago, but sometimes Kimberly was so hardheaded she became her own worst enemy. The Miami Daily Times had hit a dry spot this year. What was once considered one of the best news sources turned into a joke in the industry. There had recently been a bit of a mix up in owners as the owner of the paper had recently passed away. His son had taken over the family business, and well, the 20 year old was in way over his head. He didn't know the first thing about running a paper. Before he was able to run the business down the toilet, he sold it. Now the new owner was trying to build the company back up, but those few months of writing crap articles because the owner didn't care had turned Kimberly rather lazy.

Kimberly was once the top journalist for the newspaper, and since she was once the company's most prized possession, she figured she was safe, but boy was she wrong. "No it's not. If you were there you would have known that they aren't looking for pieces like these anymore. The newspaper is working hard to build up a good reputation. Carrie is gonna blow a fuse."

Like she cared. Carrie Smith is the hired Editor-in-Chief, and the biggest dough bag in history. Kimberly still secretly thinks that he's being such a hardass to make up for having such a feminine name. "Oh let him, we both know he won't do anything."

"No, he's really considering getting a replacement."

"He can't replace me, I bring in the best scoop," Kimberly threw back, folding her arms across her chest firmly as she leaned back in her chair.

"Kim," lily scoffed, rolling her eyes as she thought about what Kimberly meant, "A gossip piece on Brad Pitt cheating on Jennifer Aniston with Angelina Jolie is not the biggest scoop."

The brunette beauty smiled, thinking back to how much attention her article received. Her career was at an all time high for that, "It was the biggest talk of the year."

"Yeah.. Last year and again, those were dismissed as rumors. They're still together. All you did was cause a world of hurt to those people."

Kimberly's eyes fell. Lily was the type of friend that would tell you bluntly that you were full of shit and she really needed someone like that, but that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt. She knew the gossip article that she wrote last year was hurtful, but she was so into her life as a journalist that she didn't care. It may have done wonders for her career, but it did nothing for her conscience.

Her eyes moved to where a single picture frame sat on her desk and she smiled tenderly. She was doing everything for the person in that picture, doing all she could to make them proud. And she remembered doing just that last year, "Well, what about that one time I found that the secret service was conspiring against the president? I saved a life."

"Yes, that was amazing and you deserve all the praise you received, but that's yesterday's news." Lily moved to the edge of her seat, her voice raising as she tried to get her point across to Kimberly. "You better get your act together or you'll be yesterday's news too."

Kimberly's bottom lip quickly became sandwiched between her teeth. She knew she had been slacking, but to actually lose her job from it was not something she was going to allow to happen. "You think?"

"I know," the blonde promised firmly.

"Well what the hell am I gonna do," Kimberly spoke frantically, "I just spent the last couple of hours working on this piece."

Lily shook her head as she stood. Her friend had gotten herself into some hot water and only she could get herself out of it. "I don't know, but you better think fast. Old stick in the butt will be here soon."

"Shit," Kimberly mumbled. She turned her attention to her desk as she scoured folders and tips for another article to write. White paper flew off her desk haphazardly, her eyes skimming through anything that garnered her attention. "You have anything for me," Kimberly asked desperately.

Looking down to her friends hands, she noted a thick folder. She practically lunged over her desk to retrieve the object. Her eyes lit up as soon as she read the headline, "CIA Hiding a Government Secret." Her lips parted as she began coming up with all the ways she could turn this story into the biggest one of the year. She mumbled to herself as she paced back and forth, already writing the article in her head. "That's perfect. I can expose them for-"

"-Sorry, Kim," Lily grimaced as she took the folder back into her hands, "that ones taken."

"By who?"

"Me."

"Traitor," Kimberly side eyed jokingly.

Lily smiled, playfully flipping off her friend in the process. That was just their relationship. "What, I gotta cover my ass."

"Well, what else is there?"

"Well..." Lily began as she moved the bottom folder she held in her hands over to the top. A good journalist always has a backup, and although this next story could either break or make her career, she figured her best friend could use the extra help. But it was definitely a risk.

"What is it?"

"It's a good one," Lily tried her best to sound believable while she held out the file for Kim to take, "but you may not be up for it."

"Gimme, Gimme." Kimberly looked at her friend blankly before taking the file. Honestly, she was desperate at this point. It could have been about anything and she would have gladly accepted it... Well, almost anything.

"Power Rangers," Kimberly scoffed with a raised brow, her eyes turned to her friend that currently wore a wrinkled nose, "You've got to be kidding me."

Lily's arms went out, trying to ration with Kimberly, "Look, It's not so bad."

She shook her head, tossing the folder she just received on her desk in a loud thud, "Is there anything else?"

"Kim," Lily spoke softly.

"And I mean anything; a new skate park, a lady falling in the street, a Blockbusters going out of business?"

"Sorry," Lily half shrugged, "That's all there is."

Kimberly paused momentarily, staring at the folder that laid on her desk. She had so much history with the Power Rangers, but opening up that can of worms was something she didn't know if she could do. There was a reason why she left in the first place. She licked her drying lips as she found this uncontrollable need to drink water. Her fingers ran across the folder before she shut her eyes tightly. Exhaling deeply, she shook her head, "No way. I can't do that."

"Oh, come on. You said you grew up in Angel Grove. That's the home of the originals," Lily insisted. Kimberly remained at a divide, but the face she made suggested that she could have her mind changed if she tried hard enough. "You must have some sentimental ties to them. This is perfect for you."

"Yeah, like ten years ago," Kimberly snorted, rolling her eyes as she sighed heavily. "No one cares about them anymore."

Jesus. This woman was so stuck in her ways that nothing could change her mind. With her hands on her hips, she snapped, "Well, it's your best shot!"

She wouldn't go back to that. She couldn't. "I have to find something better."

Lily's mind raced, she had to come up with something that would get Kimberly to choose it. If she didn't, she was sure that Kimberly would be a goner. There may have been a part of her that was doing it for selfish reason. Not having Kimberly in the office anymore would mean she would have no one to talk to beside the older lady that wore hand-knit sweaters, only talked about her 13 cats, and weirdly enough smelled like hot tuna. She was not going to have that.

"That's all we have, but I heard that the public is furious with them. So many casualties with these rangers. The mayor is even calling them inexperienced and the worst in history," she continued as she put her fingers up in air quotes. "They're even trying to sign a petition to get them removed from Reefside. It's so bad that I'm sure you can find a way to convince them to give you a tell all, and in return you'd write a fabulous article to get the public on their side again."

Actually, that sounded absolutely brilliant, but she couldn't get one hundred percent on board. On the other hand, if it meant helping out her fellow rangers then she could change her mind. She had a lot of thinking to do.

"The mayor, really?" She asked in mild surprise. They must be really bad for the mayor to want to protest. Angel Grove had always been nothing but supportive and accepting of her when she was a ranger. They even gave them their own Power Rangers Day. "I just–I don't know.."

No more than two seconds later her office door was abruptly opened. 58-year-old Carrie Smith charge inside, fingers wagging as he began his move towards Kimberly. "Kim, I've been meaning to talk to you about your job, I think it's the best interest in the company if you just—"

Kimberly's eyes widened in horror as she stared at her best friend, both ladies mouthing every curse word in the book. Scurrying towards her new visitor, Kimberly turned on her charm while she patted the gentleman's back, "Carrie, how's my best boss doing?

He turned towards her, seething as he did so. He came for one mission and one mission only. Although Kimberly had been a great asset to the team, there was only so much he could look over. "Now, I don't want to hear it, Kim, this is the third meeting this month that you've missed. I want you to start packing up your office."

Kimberly did her absolute best to show remorse, her doe eyes turned down as she pouted, "Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't at the meeting today, but I was getting the inside scoop on biggest, juiciest story for you."

"Oh, yeah? What?"

"Um..." Kimberly eyes widened again, throwing a fearful expression to her best friend. She was hoping he wouldn't care enough to ask.

The ladies stared at one another as they tried to pull an article out of their asses. Lily's brows raised as an idea popped in her head while Kimberly's contorted. Kimberly shook her head, knowing full well what her friend had in mind.

"Power Rangers!" Lily shouted with a gleeful smile. Kimberly's head dropped into her hand at the sound of her voice. There was going to be a WWE smackdown as soon as Carrie left.

"Power Rangers? They're still around," he asked in confusion.

"Um... Yes! Yes, they are," Lily smirked. Swatting Kimberly's arm out of the way, she threw an arm around her boss as she walked with him around the office.

Kimberly's heated gaze hell on her friends neck as she shook her head. All Lily could do was smile as she knew she could get her boss to give Kimberly a second chance.

"Carrie, Kimberly was just telling me that she has sources that have confirmed that power rangers are active in Reefside. Poor suckers are despised by the public. With Kimberly's obvious charm we can convince them for a sit down interview and share their side of the story. She can get you the biggest story of the year," she put her arm out, portraying a visual representation of a newsworthy article, "Imagine the headline, POWER RANGERS: Exclusive Interview! We can put our newspaper back on the map."

His eyes too lit up, already foreseeing the rise in sales. "Ooh, I like the sound of that," he grinned. "They've always been so reserved. An exclusive is just what this newspaper needs," his fingers gently stroked his chin before he turned to Kimberly, "You can do this?"

Kimberly was in full panic mode, she could get it done if it was absolutely necessary, but she didn't want to do it. "Wh-well, I don't-" she stammered before being cut off.

"—Yes she can, she just needs some time," Lily interrupted, ignoring Kimberly's grumble.

"You're sure you can get me that exclusive?" He had to be sure. There was too much at stake.

"She's certain," Lily beamed, her smile erasing all worries from Carrie's mind.

"Alright, alright! I'm gonna take a chance on you. Just one! Get it done! You have 2 weeks," and with that said, Carrie exited the room. Sealing Kimberly's fate and assignment.

"Shit," Kimberly groaned, her eyes moved to her friend who wore an innocent smirk. "Wow, you sounded mighty convincing. Are you gonna be helping me or what?"

"No, this is all you, honey. You've got this."

"I just don't think it's a good idea to try and find them. They're private for a reason." Kimberly remembered all too well how much she struggled to keep her ranger life private, not only from her parents, but from friends she had outside of the Rangers themselves. Trying to find them wouldn't be an easy task, and if she wasn't careful, she knew she would come head to head with danger. That's when it hit her. Maybe her dream really was a warning. Maybe it was something she shouldn't be messing with.

"Kim, this is your only shot... If not, it was nice knowing you."

"Damn it..." She swore under her breath.

"What is it?"

Kimberly's arms dropped to her sides in frustration, "I'm screwed. How can I find people that don't want to be found?"

"Well, you were journalist of the year two years in a row, if anyone can find out, it's you."

That was such a true statement. Kimberly was sure she had the right connections to be able to get a hold of the new rangers, but she wasn't sure if calling a favor to one of her friends was such a good idea— well, she didn't even know if she could still call them that. They were her friends then, but that was a completely different lifetime ago. She hadn't even seen most of them since Muranthias, and well, the others she saw and briefly spoke to a few years back at Trini's funeral.

As her mind traveled back to 2001, she recalled how distraught Jason was. His feelings for Trini were ones that Kimberly always knew he had, but he never acted on. Zack huddled around Jason offering him emotional support as Trini's loving family and friends sat in dread, mourning the loss of their precious loved one. They looked just as she remembered, not a hair different from either one of them. Billy was still in Aquatar when it happened, and as far as she knew, he was still there. Then there was Tommy. She wasn't sure if she had seen him that day. As she was leaving the memorial, she accidentally brushed up against a man that vaguely resembled him. Whether that was him, she still didn't know. Her memories shattered her heart. She hadn't spoken to himin a really long time, it's been years. So long in fact that she wasn't even sure she remembered the sound of his voice, but one thing is for certain, she couldn't forget the way he made her feel. If ever there was a guy that could make her knees quake, it was Tommy Oliver. "I just... I don't know."

"Come on, Kim. Flick your hair, show some leg. There are obviously guys on the team. Use your flirtatious charm to get what you want."

"I wouldn't even know where to begin," she sighed in exhaustion as she slumped into her chair. Her eyes turned to her desk that still had the ridiculous article she had written earlier. She crumpled it up in her hands before she flicked it over her left shoulder. Her right hand swam through her hair and down her face in frustration. Swiveling in her chair, she took the framed picture that had sat in her desk for the past four years. Her fingers traced lightly over the picture of the person she admired the most, Barbara Walters. She spoke to it in complete desperation, "Oh, Barbara, crowned queen of all things media and journalism, majestic unicorn sent from up above, what would you do?"

"My sweet Kimberly," Lily spoke in her best iconic Barbara Walters voice, causing Kimberly to giggle in the process, "go to Reefside."

Darkness had overtaken the room aside from a low spotlight. Multicolored test tubes and beakers bubbled over a low flame, steam violently expelling from the spout. A single clock ticked second by second as they awaited for a ringing from a set timer.

In the center of the room laid a large mess of a being on an reclined gurney. A grunted exhale was released in a huff when the straps tightened around the scaly texture of his claw like hands and feet. A sharp whip engulfing the silence in the room in one fluid motion as the tension from the rope was heard.

Elsa watched her master with her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowing as a corner of her lip raised into a malevolent smile. Their plan was coming along perfectly.

"Make it tighter," Mesogog hissed.

"As you wish," Elsa nodded

He growled lowly as Elsa did just as she was told. The thick skin on his arms and legs oozed red ever so slightly as the straps cut into him. Elsa watched him tentatively, the last time they attempted this it didn't go very well.

"Make sure that under no circumstances that this body is able to get free," he sneered, his eyes glowing bright yellow as Elsa winced.

"It's always been secure," she responded timidly.

They've only had success with this once before. The last time it took Mesogog weeks to recover. She recalled how he threw her across the room at her failure. He spared her life while she watched him single handedly destroy every tyrannodrone in the room. If they failed again, she wasn't sure if he would be so forgiving.

A loud ding from the timer broke her thoughts. Her head moved in the direction of the sound, noting what it meant.

"It's ready," she confirmed as Mesogog nodded.

"Bring in the prisoner," she yelled into the distance.

Two reptilian like men busted inside, dragging a feeble man in a suit by each arm and tossing him forward into the light.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt me again," the elderly man sobbed as he curled up in a ball, tightly clutching his ribs.

"Mayor Neil Abrams," Elsa spoke huskily, "I think you've done this enough to know how it works."

She ordered the guards to place the man in an adjacent gurney, metal clamps acting as his restraint. The mayor cried out as he pleaded for his freedom. He was met with a malicious laughter from both Mesogog and Elsa, his request was absurd.

Carefully walking towards Mesogog, she put the lip of the beaker to his mouth, slowly guiding the blue liquid from the container to his throat.

"This will ensure that you can switch back to your—"

"—I know what it does," he barked furiously. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she finished pouring the contents.

She grabbed the other beaker that rested on the table and moved to the restrained elderly man. She fed him the contents as well, Mayor Abrams face scrunching up bitterly as he finished every last drop.

An enormous machine was placed above the two restrained men, an eerie silenced sunk into Mayor Abrams gut as he trembled in fear. Elsa smiled wickedly as she saw the man stare at her in horror. She nodded to Mesogog as he gave her the go ahead to press the red button she held in her hand. A flash of bright red lasers scanned them from head to toe, steam erupting from the head of the giant laser beam. The machine shook as the power was intensified. The elderly man cried in pain as the laser overtook him, slowly going limp as he felt his body not become his anymore. A severe numbness trickling up from his toes up his legs.

Mesogog roared as the laser continued, a violent heat rolling through his body in a merciless wave of fire.

The machine beeped as smoke exploded from its vent. The two men glowed in a cornea burning white light for seconds before they went back to their normal state.

Elsa watched the two men carefully, noting that both men seemed drained. She walked over to the elderly man, her hand hovering over him as she felt the heat still fresh on his body.

Before her hand made contact, his eyes snapped open. The dilated pupils glowed bright yellow before he blinked twice and they reverted to a deep brown.

Elsa smiled in triumph, quickly undoing the metal clamps from the elderly man.

He stood abruptly, his eyes trailing down himself as he took in his new body. Where the once kind and honest mayor stood, there now was the same figure, but a different man inside. Mesogogs transfer worked wonderfully once again.

She sighed in relief as she knew she would live another day.

Mesogog smiled villainously as he adjusted the knot on his tie.

He began his move to the automatic metal doors, passing his former reptilian body in the process. "Sedate him," he demanded.

Author Note: And there is the first chapter! What do you guys think? I honestly had so much fun writing this and I planned on getting this out way later, but I just couldn't help myself. The eerie/evilness is something that I didn't have the opportunity to dive into in my last story. I've got some great things coming up with this one. As always make sure to leave me your feedback in the review section or go ahead and shoot me a PM. I'm always dying to know what you guys think and what I need to improve on. I haven't actually seen Dino Thunder so I want to apologize now incase I happen to get some things wrong, but I'm doing my best to research.