What in your opinion was the most powerful of these alpha predators?

I believe it was T-rex, not by size, but by its strength and weaknesses. Tyrannosaurus had superb senses, meaning if it was blind it could still smell out prey, it had the most powerful bite force of any known land animal, it could crush bone, it was reasonably fast, 15-25 miles per hour, and was tough enough to battle most herbivores of its time.

These are my reasons, what are yours?

What would a modern land, sea, or air battle look like?

I personally wonder what might have happened based on the previous history thread.

Who would win?

In 1943 the Iowa was sent to counter the Tirpitz, sister ship to the Bismarck. If the two met, with only a few escorts, say the Scharnhorst and Prinz Eugen for Tirpitz against the Iowa with a couple of Destroyers. Who do you think would win.

It would probably depend in my opinion on who got the first good hit. Say, Tirpitz and her fleet have the advantage of being able to fire their full broadside at Iowa, probably they could have damaged the Iowa and sunk a few of the destroyers, though Iowa could dish out its own firepower that was stronger then Tirpitz(Iowa had 16 inch guns against Tirpitz' 15 inch).

If that did happen, then I think that a battle would be with both ships badly damaged, Scharnhorst either surrendering or getting sunk, Eugen a burning hulk, most of the destroyers sunk or crippled, and the Iowa and Tirpitz getting towed by their surviving allies.

This is my hypothesis if they did encounter eachother.

What do you think would happen? I personally think that in the Antietam scenario Lee's lost battle plan would get found by a Confederate instead of a Union soldier and then McClellan would get ambushed and cut to pieces.

A victory on Northern soil before the emancipation proclamation might have been it. Britain was already close to recognizing the CSA, and if Antietam was one Lee could have advanced to any nearby city and captured it, showing the world that the south could win the war.

Of course, they would likely get pushed back and Lee's invasion would fail in the long run. Same with Gettysburg, say if Picket's charge succeeded, then Lee could have marched on D.C.

I still think if Britain did recognize the CSA, then they would still get crushed on land, the Union had 700,000 men in 1862, outnumbering the Confederate's 300,000 by more then two to one, Britain had a regular army of just 200,000 I think, so even if Britain invaded the Union would still outnumber them by 200,000, the Union would have also cut the Canadian militia into confetti.

If France got involved, it might have been different, but American soldiers were experienced, and it was even said that if the Atlantic ocean didn't seperate them, the U.S army would have threatened the army of Prussia, France, and Austria.

Prologue

All was quiet. No sound. The darkened landscape serene, peaceful. Or was it really like this. Suddenly, there was a massive stomping that could be heard. The little light the moon provided revealed a massive T-rex.

50 feet long, 20 feet tall, 7 tons of killer dinosaur. The huge monster's white teeth gleamed like swords in the moonlight. His red eyes burning through the darkness. His dark blue skin and white underbelly were exaggerated by the moonlight, making him look black and grey.

The carnivore turned his head as he heard more stomping. A much smaller tyrannosaur walked up behind him. It was a female. She was only 36 feet long and 13 feet tall, much smaller then the large male beside her.

Normally, a tyrannosaur this small would never approach another one that was far bigger. But this was an exception. This female was his mate. Unlike the male, the female had light green skin, and soft, kind baby blue eyes.

It was a wonder two sharpteeth so different in appearance and size would become mates. But then again Chomper, the male, was not normal. Neither was his mate, Tyranna. Infact, she was still a hatchling when he found her as a pre-teen.

He was only the size of a fast-biter at that time, but still, he pitied the hatchling, she was an orphan, abandoned, left for dead. He took her under his wing, and by the time she was a young adult, he was over 30 feet long, while she just 20.

However, this actually was an advantage. Tyranna was very fast, and often chased prey towards Chomper, who would lunge out and overpower the prey, this was something they used to deadly effect.

Unfortunatley, Tyranna couldn't join him on hunts anymore, because she was heavily pregnant, and could not risk the eggs. This somewhat lowered their success rate, but still, Chomper found enough food to feed both, and soon, they would have to feed their hatchlings.

Their territory was roughly 40 miles from the Great Valley, and in a fertile, lush floodplain, with a forest to the east, and a mountain range to the north.

This was the perfect place for there home. But would it stay like this?

Prologue

A strange noise came in the dead of night. 7 young dinosaurs were telling stories when they heard it. One, a young female Triceratops, was confused. "What was that?" She asked. "I don't know Cera, but maybe we should see what it is." A young Apatosaurus replied to the Triceratops, now identified as Cera.

"But what if thing that make strange noise dangerous?" A small flyer asked fearfully. "If it is, then we could all be in danger, we should warn the grown ups if we see what it is." A young T-rex replied. "Chomper's right, Petrie, we need to find out what it is so we can see if its dangerous, as it could be dangerous." A female Oviraptor replied to the Pteranodon, identified as Petrie.

"I do not like this idea, nope, nope, nope." A Saurolophus named Ducky chimed in. The Apatosaurus, named Littlefoot, shrugged. "Alright, if you don't want to come, then you can go home, those who want to come, follow me." Littlefoot announced.

Ducky, Petrie, a young Stegosaurus named Spike, and Ruby went home, while Chomper, Cera, and Littlefoot went off to find whatever made the noise. As they looked for the source, they saw something shiny out of the corner of their eyes.

"Hey what's that?" Chomper asked, his sharp eyesight picking up the object. "I don't know, it looks like a stick, but its shiny." Cera commented. "Its not moving, it must be a stick." Littlefoot said as they approached.

When they came closer, the stick was much more intricate then any they saw before. It was silver, but had black stripes on the bottom, a golden stripe around the middle with a rectangular cube sticking out, a series of black stripes towards the top, and a golden top that looked like it was cut down the middle.

Chomper walked up and saw that the top had a hole. Raising his eyebrow, he picked the stick up and saw something that looked loose, like a red rock in the middle.

Curiosly, he pushed it, and the reaction was shocking. From the hole a brilliant blue blade of light illuminated the tranquil valley and everyone leapt back in surprise. "What the?" Littlefoot asked, shocked.

Prologue

Droplets of water bombarded the ground all over. The grey clouds overhead darkening the world beneath them. Lightning flashed, and the gloomy landscape seemed sterile, unmoving, unliving.

But this was shattered when a tiny little mammal crawled on the ground. She was searching for food and was the only living thing in sight. Or was she?

Suddenly, an enormous foot smashed down onto the little creature. It gave a tiny squeak of shock and pain, and died. The sickening crunch that filled the air as its killer stepped down filled the air.

The foot belonged to a sharptooth. A very large sharptooth, over 60 feet long, and 30 feet tall. His great fin on the back of his neck cut through the air like a sword through skin. His six foot arms and 12 inch claws were illuminated in another lightning strike.

His crocodile like head was frightening, it was covered in scars, and when he opened his mouth to let out the most frightening roar heard in the area, foot long, razor sharp teeth gleamed.

His scales were a terrifying jet black, like obsidian. His powerful legs lifting his 8 ton body off the ground, and his thick, enourmous tail gave him balance to stand upright.

But most imposing of all, his piercing, burning, terrifying red eyes. They had the look that would make even the most accomplished liars in the world fess up.. Their blood red appearance and black slit in the middle gave the shaprtooth a truly terrifying appearance.

He liked to keep it that way. As he lifted his foot, he saw the flattened body of the mammal at his foot. He smirked, taking pleasure in its death. He started walking off, his feet shaking the ground with every step.

He didn't even eat the dead animal. Unlike most sharpteeth, who kill to eat, he killed for fun, for sport. He tortured his prey, made them suffer, before finally killing them. His appearance and manner made him everything that evil was.

He also wasn't alone. He had an army, 500 sharpteeth who followed, still following him, his subjects. Their were three other notorious sharpteeth in his pack. Redclaw, an equally sadistic, short tempered, vicious t-rex. Sharptooth, their name sake,  a cruel, cold, calculating T-rex who took a particular hatred to longnecks, due to his family's death at the hands of them.

Last, but not least, Gigas. Gigas was as calculating as Sharptooth, and as sadistic as Darkclaw, but he also was a skilled linguist, understanding leaf eater, sharptooth, mammalian, and Sea animal.

Together, these four had created a pack that they used to start a campaign to create an empire, by recruiting other sharpteeth to join their cause, and attacking other sharpteeth territory and enslaving the flatteeth herds.

This had nearly worked 50 years earlier. They had amassed over 200 sharpteeth followers and went on a dramatic campaihn to enslave the leaf eaters, but soon, after reeling from horrific casualties and traumatizing battles, the leaf eaters regrouped and attacked again.

The battle that followed ended with their defeat. Even so, them and their allies had more then doubled their army, and were now preparing to again launch an attack. He, Darkclaw, would rise again.

A/N: This is a fanfiction where I wanted to write on my OC, Darkclaw. Read to find about his personality.

Of all the fabled sharpteeth the Flatteeth had encountered in their vast history, three stood out. One, Blackneck, was one of the most feared, he had a reputation as being the strongest, fastest, deadliest sharptooth on the planet, he slaughtered entire herds, and left a path of destruction in his wake, to the flatteeth, he was known only as Sharptooth.

He finally met his end, not by fighting a huge herd of flatteeth, but five hatchlings who cleverly lured him into a trap, and killed him. But there was another, Blackneck's brother, who vowed to create his own place among the sharptooth legends.

Redclaw not only continued his brother's slaughter of leafeaters, but extended this campaign of terror by extending it to sharpteeth, eventually being reguarded as their ruler, or, as some sharpteeth called it, Emperor.

This title had only been claimed two other times, once by sharptooth himself, and the other, the very embodiement of sharpteeth strength. He was the one who created the title, and he began using it as a way to identify other social roles in his sharpteeth pack. The second in command, General, were answerable only to Darkclaw himself, and they helped him rule the pack.

At the middle were the soldiers, or warriors, and they were often the fittest, fastest, and strongest in the pack. Below them, the commoners, who were often the youngest, oldest, or parents in the pack.

This system created a balance of power, and eventually, Darkclaw saw what he could do, they had created a vast territory two-hundred square miles by driving off other sharpteeth, and perhaps, they could convince all the other sharpteeth in the area to join the pack, and continue to swallow up other territories, and create a vast empire.

Darkclaw also saw flatteeth as the perfect fuel for the empire he envisioned, they would be livestock for them, and be bred as such, aswell as being training dummies for the sharpteeth.

This brutal system of slave labor would come to be the groundwork of his plan, he preached everywhere that this was necessary, and soon, hundreds joined with them, and as news spread, so did thousands. Darkclaw then put all the new recruits through a brutal training regimen, and through that, instilled a blind sense of loyalty to their emperor.

They were taught no seed of laughter, hope, tolerance, or mercy, just loyalty. Finally, Darkclaw ordered his armies to launch an attack. Very quickly they seized vast tracts of territory, covering up to 50 miles per day, and slaughtering all resistance.

Soon news spread of the massive pack conquering the lands of Pangea, and many began to wonder if Darkclaw would conquer the world. But many leaf eaters began to form resistance groups to face Darkclaw. Quickly, these swelled, and they marched off to fight Darkclaw. In the first series of battles, the Flatteeth were defeated, superior training and intent allowed the sharpteeth to wipe out their enemies while taking minimal casualties themselves.

But the flatteeth caught on and their own training programs eventually ended with a skilled fighting force capable of challenging the sharpteeth, an army 7,500 strong, compared to the sharpteeth's 9,000. Several battles erupted and the sharptooth advance stalled, but at the same time, savage battles erupted between the sharpteeth and flatteeth.

One such battle ended with 3,600 deaths for the sharpteeth. This was when a sharptooth army of 5,000 tried to attack the great valley, to be met with the full force of the flatteeth. The battle ended in a devastating defeat of the sharpteeth.

With this victory, the flatteeth turned the tide, and slowly, they pushed back the sharpteeth, culminating in a final battle at the very doorstep of Darkclaw's home territory.

The battle left 2,600 flatteeth dead, but at the same time, the sharpteeth were annhilated. Darkclaw was thought to have died in the battle. But in reality, the Emperor survived, and began to steal eggs from nests and recreated his training regimen, and even more blind, deadly sharpteeth warriors were born and another army, 10,000 strong, was amassed by the time Redclaw was killed.

Redclaw's killer, Chomper, a sharptooth who was raised by leafeaters, became a prime target Darkclaw knew he had to eliminate before he launched another campaign.

He almost did, but Chomper survived and he managed to warn the valley, but they were outnumbered and few managed to escape. After securing the prize that eluded him more then half a century earlier, he attaked a second time, this time reaching more then 2,000 miles of territory.

But the army was overextended, and this oppurtunity was seized by hundreds of resistance groups, and soon the sith army fell back to the great valley, losing 4,000 in process.

Their, Chomper led the final assault on the sharpteeth, against an army 6,000 strong, compared with 12,000 resistance fighters. The largest battle of the war ended in a victory for the resistance, and the total defeat of the sharpteeth, and Darkclaw's death at the hands of Chomper.

But the spirit of the Sharptooth remained, and he eventually was ressurected by a sith lord, and trained in the ways of the darkside, eventually, he became Dark Lord and used the dark side to create a star forge that could create soldiers, warships, vehicles and otherweapons in minutes.

An army of 5,000,000 could be produced in a year, and a thousand warships could in the same time, finally, after five years of arming, Darkclaw launched an assault.

A/N: This is a one-shot about my OC, and if you want to find out what happens after this, I will write a story on it. Also, if you want to read the story he's in, find "Sharptooth war" on the fanfiction part of the site. This is fantasy, so I know alot of stuff might be inplausible, but its fanfiction.