The Professor

Ah, good, there appear to be people in costume up ahead. I hope they distract this giant imitation Tyrannasaurus.

The Professor weaved in and out among the trees, putting a little obstacle course in the creature's way. As he burst through the treeline, he let out an uncharacteristic yelp!  "Hey, help! Help!"

He'd been having a most lovely time, exploring the landscape of unfamiliar plants and animals, almost assuredly not terrestrial in nature.  There were similarities in design and biology, but the plants he'd seen so far really did not match anything that he knew of.  He knew of a LOT.  He could have spent hours searching among the little plot of grasses at his feet, if not for the ground shaking ominously behind him.

Ah, yes, they are in costumes, and most gratefully, they appear to be the good kind of costumes. Not that he would have declined any help at this point.  Thankfully his force-field belt appeared to be working fine, so even if that thing swung a chomp his direction, he should be o.k.  Well, hopefully.

The heroes swung into action, and appeared to be ready to pummel the… the Professor winced suddenly.  Surely the plan didn't include that giant bite the creature had just taken out of the guy in black.  He appeared to be direly hurt.  The fellow in the powered armor, what was his name? ah yes: Kraken, shot forward on his long metallic limbs and crashed into the big beast's chest, knocking it silly.  A few seconds later, it was all over, except for the smell of electrified dinosaur and the badly bleeding hero.  Oh, dear, I suppose I better try to do something about that.

"Hey, you look familiar, aren't you that scientist guy? Worked on the UNTIL Space Station?"

"Yes, yes, I'm Professor Timothy Clapton.  Thank you for your assistance.  Hmmm, I better see what I can do with those leaves over there…"