The Rise to Power of Lieutenant 9097

The Rise to Power of Lieutenant 9097

It had been a silent day in Canada. I was home alone sometime in June. My parents and siblings were at a school thing. I've never been big on anything that school puts on, so instead, I played video games and watched my favourite movie. That's when I met him. There was a banging outside, so I grabbed one of my pocket knives and went outside.

I peaked around the corner of my house, and there was Claw, my Utahraptor. He was large, about twenty five feet long and twelve feet tall. He walked towards me, and at that instant, I knew I was a dead man. He walked up to me, sniffed me, and then nodded. He didn't hurt me, but he displayed an interest in the knife I had with me.

I set it down in front of him, and he picked it up. What happened next I couldn't believe. He held the blade firmly between his fingers and threw the knife in the air. The knife came back down a few seconds later, and the blade went clean through chest cavity of a European Starling, my target of choice.

Since it wasn't dark, a grabbed my pellet gun and started target shooting with Claw. Claw was almost as good a shot as I was. I wasn't sure what I could do with him, but I remembered a tree house I had in the woods.

We walked across the field, and when I found the tree fort, he climbed in. He liked it, but it was obvious that it would need to be expanded. We worked on it for an hour, and it was suitable for him to live in. He shook my hand before going to sleep, and I went home.

The next day, I went back to the woods, and he had some friends. About 1 000 chicken sized dinosaurs, the basis of my Compy army. There were about 600 male and 400 female. Claw looked to me for advice. I asked if he knew what to do, and he shook his head no. I asked if he understood what I said, and he nodded yes. I told him that as long as they are all fed properly, he could keep them. I then told him about the cattle farm halfway to the next town. It was about 10 kilometres away, but it wouldn't take them long to get there.

The next day, they were all sleeping. A few had blood on their jaws, and then I turned on the news when I got home. The reporter said that a massive cattle operation is collecting insurance money after something killed all his cattle and picked the carcasses clean, leaving nothing but bones.

A few weeks went by, and the Compy numbers nearly doubled. We hit 2 000 members by the end of the summer. In those few weeks, I was approached by General Delta. He made me an offer I couldn't refuse, and I joined him. He gave the Compies guns, he gave Claw guns, and he gave them food. Since then, the army has grown. I had to reduce their breeding. I only allowed for 100 pairs to breed per month. The system worked, and the numbers are steadily increasing, getting more powerful.