A/N: I don't onw them, I just play.

A quick recap on the dino army:

Steggy - Stegosaurus: strategic planner, blowhard

Monroe - T-Rex: sergeant, hand to hand combat

Lucy - Brontosaurus: cannon fodder, dumb as a post

Steve - Pterodactyl: aerial operations

Julia - Velociraptor: covert ops

And possibly a few more (field medic, combat engineer, chaplain, demolitions expert)?

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Julia slunk down a little lower, keeping below the lip formed by the cross-brace meeting the hull. This was an important mission which could not fail, or the saurian cause could be set back for weeks.

Up ahead, she spied her target: the food stores the humans so cruelly hoarded in the small kitchen off the dining room. The dinosaur army had been starved for weeks, cut off from their resupply by the tall one's devious use of padlocks on the fridge. The humans could no longer be allowed their strategic advantage.

This was the third attempt at a raid to feed the ravenous troops. The first attempt - Plan E - had been aborted when the invading lizards had encountered the stuffy one and greasy one in various states of undress on the small couch, sending the cute and funny god running in terror and cursing the mission to failure. Plan F had met a similar fate when the glamorous one arrived to make tea just as the strike team made it to their objective, forcing the dinos to assume nonchalant, nothing-going-on-here poses. Julia had been plucked out of special ops training for this mission - Plan G - and was eager to prove that she could run with the big boys.

Moving forward quietly, Julia peeked up from the small cover afforded by the door frame. Excellent. The galley was empty, and the funny and cute god had coerced the Amazonian goddess into giving up the combination to the food locker. She didn't stop to reflect on how the god had accomplished this coup: she assumed it had something to do with sweaty mammalian sex, a concept that Julia found repulsive. Regardless of the sacrifices the god had made, Steggy had co