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Old March 28 2009, 05:44 PM   #76
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When the battle began General Justin Perry had removed himself from the field of battle to oversee and direct the forces in an effort to win. It wasn’t his preference to run and hide like some coward but after the invasion of Topanga Canyon and Skynet nearly capturing him General Connor had ordered that he always try to stay out of the fight. When his people went to help the two women he came to the remains of this old building removed from the engagement with Timms staying nearby as a last ditch guardian. It was times like these that Justin wished he would have agreed to take on one of those metal bastards as his guard, but it was only a fleeting thought that he would never share and chastised himself for after having it.

Justin Perry and John Connor were two very different people. Justin hated the machines, but he understood their usefulness in battle and in the Resistance. That didn’t mean he had to like them. He also didn’t like how the one named Cameron seemed to be taking over the Resistance. Even though she’d only been around for a couple of days it was like she’d become John Connor. High level briefings, mission planning, directing field operations, and she was always with him or even served as his emissary from time to time. If it wasn’t her then it was that one-oh-one that he called Uncle Bob. At first it was hard to agree to though he adjusted. Truthfully it was getting harder to swallow. Why would John defer to them like he does? He even locked himself away now inside those chambers with the machines. What were they doing back there?

Perry had to wonder why they were so important to him. The one came at Topanga – the T-888 101 – and the other was sent to kill him at Kansas Bunker. Unlike many others Perry knew the truth about the Temporal Transporter and knew that Connor had been attacked by machines in the past. Were these two somehow involved? Were they his protectors in the past? If so was he preparing them now or going to change the past in some other way? Temporal mechanics were enough to make a head explode.

There was something though about the one he called Cameron, something that just seemed wrong. The 101 was an okay machine; never caused any problems to anyone (well yet anyway). Cameron though was far too much of a mystery. That skinjob was too deep too fast. Worse she shared the face of one of the Resistance’s former soldiers and someone with whom John was very close. Hopefully John wasn’t using her as some sort of pleasure bot – that truly was sick and demented – but she did share the face and body of someone John had been involved with.

The real reason that Justin had problems with her was she picked this route. It was supposed to be a safe course right to Serrano Point without any risks. She was definitely wrong in that judgment. This was more akin to an ambush than a peace lazy Sunday walk through the park. One HK was understandable, but three was almost unheard of unless they were on an ambush assignment or near a machine staging area.

“One of the HKs just blew,” Timms said watching through the powered binoculars. “Lost its engine from the look of it.”

“Derek probably used that gun of his,” Perry replied thinking about the former leader of the Horsemen. “Probably got all angsty over his brother Kyle too when he pulled the trigger.”

The other soldier kept watching, “He lost someone important to him.”

“We all have. It’s too bad that he probably won’t live through this,” Justin pulled the rifle from his back, “but then again who does?”

Timms looked at his Commanding Officer after dropping the binoculars to his side. “Don’t count out Derek Reese yet.”

“I don’t count out any of my people,” said the Resistance’s third in command.

A loud mechanical whine broke their concentration during the conversation. On instinct they dove for cover and peered from their shadows for the source. It was dark inside their hiding place, too dark for humans to see easily, but too perfect for the machines. They were really impressive killers. Their eyes were better than human eyes could ever be. Dyson had once told him that the machines had over a dozen visual modes that they could use to see in the darkness. Human’s had one and they weren’t very effective.

Not that metal could hide very well in their natural form. Infiltrators were able to do it because of the skin, but in their endoskeletal form they couldn’t really hide that easily. Whirring motors tended to reveal them no matter how quiet they were. By Skynet was still improving even the older generations. A low powered stealth mode had recently been introduced into the machines that helped them to avoid these types of giveaways. This one didn’t appear to have that advantage.

Perry moved his hands around showing Timms exactly what he wanted. Not that it mattered. If it were a machine then it would have easily deduced their actions. Skynet programmed its toys with the collected military knowledge of almost every nation. Despite his hiding it this part always got to Justin. He employed his heritage and meditation techniques to calm his nerves. As long as he remembered his training he’d be fine. Why hadn’t they brought along a dog?

Three beams of energy pulsed out and shattered against the wall right behind Perry. He was lucky that he’d moved otherwise his head would have been blown clean off his body. A hiss of air and more whirring came out of nowhere. More electronic discharges and then the machine flew away at incredible speeds. It was a seeker just like the one that had attacked the two women. Just like the one that Wise destroyed.

“It knows where we are,” said Perry.

Timms spoke with anger in his voice, “It knows you’re here.”

“There’s more to this place than a simple rescue,” it dawned on Justin fully. “Those seekers aren’t standard. They’re doing something, they’re monitoring the area. Something important’s going on here.”

“The question’s what is it?” Interjected the underling.

Perry tightened his grip on his rifle, “We can’t stand around her speculating. That thing’ll get its friends and come after us.”


It was already too late.

All around them the world began to shake like an Earthquake making their legs become Jell-O. Hanging debris that had, somehow, stayed up for years uninterrupted following hell coming to Earth fell to the ground. Dust and other flotsam from the old world started to float in the air making fog like clouds. Beams fell and slammed into the floor leaving craters in their wake. Then the far wall began to crack as something pushed against it. Something massive.

“What the…”

The wall gave in and fell to their feet. The supporting walls started to cave in around them causing the remains of the barely stable ceiling to start to fall. Brick flew away as it pushed its way through. Plasma energy pulses pounding the ground helping the machine through the door it just made. The colossus came. Twin treaded wheels dug through the muck to pull its way in. Two massive arms with cannons for fingers began spewing a deadly rain of fire down on the General and the Corporal.

“HK!” Screamed Timms as he let loose a barrage from his rifle. Plasma rounds from the plasma rifle he’d so carefully nursed ripped into the enormous tank. It arced its guns around and shot its deadly beams of light toward the Corporal, but he was too fast. The man dove behind one of the last remaining support pillars for protection. That didn’t stop the machine. The weapons continued their assault digging into the cement pillar. With each hit the pillar gave way.

General Perry was a lot smarter than the machines. He wasn’t a genius, but he knew how to survive. It was something that he’d been doing ever since he left his family behind at Haven. Being a survivor of that betrayal he’d learned how to survive. As the Tank focused on Timms, the General snuck along the darkness making sure he stayed outside the field of fire. The Tanks weren’t like the standard machine. They were insect like with a basic AI compared to the tin cans. They also lacked the sophisticated visual modes of the others.

That was his advantage. Ever since Topanga he’d made it a point to always have his three best friends with him when he was away from a base. The first was his AP50. The standard issue sidearm of the Resistance, the pistol shot a .50 caliber round formed of depleted uranium. They made quite a dent in metal bodies.

The second was The R6-PAK. A projectile weapon, it fires six miniature rockets from a rotating cylinder. It has a maximum capacity of 30 rockets, which inflict damaged by exploding on contact. They were like grenades: exploding on contact. It could also penetrate the armor of a military vehicle – like the HK-Tank.

His last friend was probably his best friend. C4 or plastic explosive. It was like a slab of wax. Hard and translucent when cold, these explosives warm up when kneaded, and then can be coaxed to take various shapes. C4 explosives had be set on a wall or floor, then remotely triggered. Fortunately he was fast. This wasn’t his first time at the rodeo when it came to blowing up this particular bastard.

From a safe distance he brought the R6-PAK up and pointed it at the tread. It wasn’t going to be easy, but the thing was just as stupid as he remembered. It remained stationary as it tried to kill Corporal Timms. Good news for the Resistance – bad news for Skynet – Timms was holding his own. With two taps of the trigger mini rockets lanced out from the General’s gun. They struck against the treads blowing portions out and throwing shrapnel around. Perry knew what he was doing and he easily dodged it.

The machine twisted trying to get itself into a position to see the damage, but Perry had anticipated that. The machine hadn’t. Its upper torso was partially held by the remains of the upper floor. It was stuck and couldn’t turn. Best of all were that its turret couldn’t spin to lock on him. Metal was stupid when it came to these machines. Skynet had made some incredible machines, but it needed to make some alterations when it came to this one.

Apparently it had. Metal gears began to whir and whine inside the HK. On both sides compartments slid open revealing the inner electronics of the machine. A long metal beam telescoped outward from both sides with incredible speeds. Then, along the beams, they appeared. On both sides three endoskeletons of the Series 800 variety were pushed out along the beam. Their leg assemblies were pivoted upward in a surprising angle. Their arms were locked together – hands on elbow servos – and riding the telescoped beam. Their eyes were darkened by the standby mode they rode in. Skynet had improved. The HKs were now serving as transport containers for endos.

Their eyes came online. Justin and Timms both knew that the machines would be combat ready in fifteen seconds exactly. That didn’t leave them much time. The Corporal began laying waste to the bodies with concentrated fire from his plasma rifle. Three hits to the hardened endoskeleton caused one of the bodies to lose its hold. Another struck right into the redundant memory port and killed the machine with a killing blow.

While he worked Perry did his job. He stood at the side of the machine laying his deadly concoction in the hole that he’d broke into the metal skin of the machine. He worked as fast as his hands would let him laying the waxy substance out. Inside his mind he was doing a mental countdown of his time. Timms was good but he couldn’t take them all out and still evade the fire from the remaining turret of the HK. Four bodies remained and they had six seconds left.

“Move!” He yelled in his General’s voice. The machine understood and started pushing itself forward – treads digging and pulling into the ground. It was making its way through the building and what was left. But there was more to this particular tank than any other. From the forward edge tiny globes began rolling outward. Spheres no more than an inch in diameter and made of cold steel. The two ran until they saw them. They exploded.

Smoke filled the remains of the building in only a second from the orbs of Armageddon that the machine had spewed. That wasn’t the worst part. Amid the calamity of the fogged Earth they could it. Motors sighed as they came alive for the first time in a long time. Loud thuds accompanied the creation of eight small craters as the metal endoskeletons landed on the ground. Spider web cracks traced out from their feet. They rose to full size in a second and marched forward.

Perry knew they didn’t have long left, so he decided he’d take as many with him as he could. Most likely they were too deep inside the building and still too close to the Tank. He flipped open the detonator switch and flicked it into the on position. Right before his eyes a ball of fire bloomed out and threw him back. It surrounded two of the machines and came for him with incredible speed. The shockwave threw him. But his mind was still going a mile a minute.

He knew now where he was. This was the staging ground, this was what they were looking for, and chances were they were all going to die here. Cameron had sent them here knowing full well what they were walking into. She laid a trap for all of them and this time there was no going back. That metal bitch had killed them. She’d killed them all!
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Old March 29 2009, 06:59 AM   #78
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Next update tomorrow night. I may post a brief bit this evening though. Really no comments about my surprise?
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I apologize to everyone. I was on assignment and didn't have access to a terminal. an update will come soon.
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After the Season/Series Finale I have begun work on the next section. It will be uploaded early Easter Sunday. Also, the continuation of the series will be based upon what happens if TSCC is picked up for another season. If we get another season I will continue on with this storyline. If we don't I will pick up with where the show left off.
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Resistance Lieutenant Max Cray sat alone in the Communications Room just staring at the antique equipment. Unlike the rest of his brothers and sisters in arms he didn’t want to be a frontline fighter. He liked the safety of being in a base instead of out in the cold and dark dodging the machines. He was pretty safe because of his job. As a communications specialist he was deep inside the Bunker and fairly well guarded from outside attack. This hadn’t helped him though when the metal invaded. Max was one of the very last to escape from the outpost, but watched as the metal bitch killed his friend Luke. In secret when Decker and his group of refugees started on their trip to Serrano Point he’d made a point of not revealing who he was. Especially after they put that machine – the one Decker called Chewie – in charge.

In hindsight that could be seen as a foolish decision, but also a smart one. If their metal guardian had reverted from scrubbed to dirty then it would have sought out command and control and done them in first. Then it would have went on to the refugees. At the very least he would have had a little bit more time to decide on what to do. Other than crap his pants. Cray hadn’t been the most tactical member of the Resistance, he even hated video games unlike their leaders, but he knew that there weren’t very many options either way if it came down to a direct conflict with the machines. The one called Chewie had been a tripeight so it didn’t matter much anyway if he did fight. They had advanced tactical training and would have made short work on anyone against them. Plus it had a gun and most of them didn’t.

Max didn’t really care that they had machines fighting in the war alongside of them, in fact he preferred it. The machines were the ones that started this war and it was only fair that they should be losing life just as the humans were. There was a chance that they would revert back to the dirty mode and try to kill, but those attacks were so rare that they weren’t major concerns. Though that did happen on this very base recently. One of the reprogrammed opened fire and took out a few people on a march through the base. No one knew why – not even Connor’s new prized metal.

The Lieutenant didn’t know how to take her though. While the machines weren’t something he feared (as long as they were on the Resistance’s side) there was something about having a machine running around that looked like one of the Resistance’s leaders that made him feel sick. Plus she wasn’t the most vocal person while Allison Young was. While she kept the prettiness of Allison Young that beauty was only skin deep. This machine, Cameron they called her, was a bitch on two legs. Quick to snapping, spouting orders, she even claimed that she was the functional equivalent of John Connor in this war. That was just wrong.

After checking the frequencies and making sure that Connor’s message was continuing to play, Lieutenant Cray let himself do what he always thought was the perk of this job. He had a comfortable place to sleep. The office chair that they’d found for him had a recline feature and it was one of the few that still had its upholstery. Plus it was damned comfortable unlike the beds that they’d found. Cement was more comfortable – and used more often. The Lieutenant closed his eyes and leaned back. The way he figured he’d have an hour of shuteye until Queeg called in with the Jimmy Carter’s status reports.

Not long after he drifted off he heard the door open. His training made his eyes flutter open in the span of a second and his hand touched the handle of the AP50 on his belt. He turned the chair and looked up at his visitor. He smiled nervously, “Oh it’s you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to not greet you properly.”


On the future battlefield General Kate Mason stood with her son Scott and her mission team waiting for a status report. It’d been about five minutes since she asked their guardian – a reprogrammed Series 850 infiltrator – to hack the Skynet computer systems by remote to find out who, or what, was fighting out there. There was a lot of chatter about some of the machines turning against other machines and she wanted to be sure that she didn’t accidentally kill someone on their side. This was intolerable. Katherine never had problems with waiting in the past, but this was different. This time she was worried for a friend.

The machine (Moe) told them that there was a 64% chance that Skynet would reverse the hack and lock his modem so that he couldn’t close the connection. In that span of time all of their hard work trying to reprogram the machine would be worthless because in a blink it would all be reversed. Kate didn’t want to see that happen. This machine was very important to her. Moe had been her savior years ago and given his synthetic life to save hers. She didn’t want to have to take his.

The question was could she? If she terminated him now did that mean that he’d never go back in time to save her or would some other machine do it? Could another machine do it? All of this just made more questions than answers. It was like there wasn’t a right answer to anything other than “I hate temporal mechanics”. She’d heard that line on a television program her father watched when she was a child and it seemed like a throwaway line back then. With the reality that she faced it was more than accurate. Could it be any other machine but him? If she killed Moe would that mean she’d cease to exist?

How did John Connor do it? All of these temporal shenanigans just raised more questions for her. General Connor had lived through time travel more than once and was – so she believed – a product of it in some strange unnatural way. She remembered reading as a youth about a predestination paradox and he was, in many ways, a perfect example of one. It was all very confusing. Then again the world was confusing. Life was just one big messed up word jumble and there were no clues or answers to the puzzle. That was where time travel was concerned at least.

As she stood watching her friend the General noticed one of the buildings collapse in the distance. In the pit of her stomach she could feel knots forming. Bile was on the back of her throat and she could taste it with each second. The battle was getting closer and she’d have to make a call soon regardless of what the machine could tell her. An Echo of gunshots as a machine fell from the sky reassured her a bit, but not enough to have any real effect. Moe needed to finish soon and that was the end of it. Nonetheless he just seemed to be taking forever.

Then she noticed it. Her friend started to move. Arms twitched and flexed. The massive arms – a distinctive trait of the older models were their bulkiness – had muscles bobbing about. Her protector turned and his eyes contracted. The last time she’d seen him do that was when he was getting ready for a fight. Those knots had gone from marble size to that of a bowling ball. He came toward her but stumbled as he pushed himself forward.

“Moe?” Asked Scott getting between them. “Moe are you okay?”

“Get away from me,” the machine’s Austrian accent broken as it spoke. “Now.”

Katherine had heard those words before. Years ago when she first met him in fact. The machine had turned against her – briefly – due to an attack by another machine. It was fighting the new commands and directives. Deep down it didn’t want to hurt them and she knew it. They just had to restore him back to his reprogrammed settings. She knew how to do it. She had to challenge his mission objectives. It was 50/50 though. At least if he killed her it’d be quick.

However, nothing was ever easy.

“Goddamned tinny turned!” Screamed Corporal Davison as he raised his plasma rifle toward the machine. As he was going to pull the trigger Moe grabbed hold of the barrel and pushed it downward. The once perfectly straight lined barrel was now bent downward in a 90 degree angle. With the other hand the machine grabbed Davison by the throat and lifted him from the ground.

“Please,” cried Kate Brewster, “You can’t do this. Let him go!”

Her protector didn’t seem to care about her pleas. It began shifting its wrist around at incredible speeds breaking the Corporal’s neck right before her very eyes. It didn’t take long but the remains of the rag doll body gave out and the head literally detached from the torso in less than two seconds. As the body fell to the ground limp the machine released its hold and allowed the head to fall as well. It rolled along and came to a stop its eyes permanently locked on Kate’s face.

Moe turned toward Kate and started for her. Scott ran back between them, “Let us go. You don’t want to hurt us!”

“I have no choice,” the infiltrator answered continuing to stammer. “My systems have been corrupted by Skynet.”

“You can’t kill a human,” added in Katherine. “You said so yourself. You’re programmed not to hurt anyone!”

Their former friend cared, yet part of him didn’t. Deep down – buried deep beneath the snow that was the automaton’s psyche – they could never completely remove the base program: the program that made them want to destroy all humans. They’d found ways to override it, circumvent it, but in the end it was always there. No one in the Resistance upper echelons bothered to reveal that little fact to the grunts or anyone else for that matter. Already they had a difficult enough time trying to wrap their heads around the idea of machines fighting alongside of them. If they knew they could simply snap at any time it’d be worse than it already was by a long shot.

It got within arms reach, but Scott made a desperate move. He jumped up and slammed his body against Moe trying to knock him back. The infiltrator countered and grabbed the teen in midair. It looked down at him with its cold eyes, but Scott wouldn’t plead.

“You don’t want to kill me,” said the boy. “Don’t let it control you. Fight it. You’re fighting it now. Stop this. Put me down!”

The guardian complied in a sense. Instead of setting the boy down it threw him aside like a toy discarded by a petulant child. The son of Katherine Mason flew and slammed against Kovach knocking him back. That only left Katherine and Moe to face off against each other. Katherine knew if she would fight him that Moe would overpower her in seconds. He wasn’t as combat ready as a Triple Eight, but the Eight Fifty was more than deadly as Davison just learned. It came for her.

As it reached for her, “You don’t have to do this. You don’t want to do this. You can fight this. You can stop it! You don’t want to kill me!”

“Desires are irrelevant. I am a machine,” it grabbed her and lifted her in the air.

General Mason’s feet dangled over the ground as she stared into her friend’s eyes. It held its hand right below her voice box, but it hadn’t killed her yet. What was it waiting for? Seconds ago Moe killed the Corporal without a second thought and most likely killed Scott. How could she have let him come along? How wrong had she been?

“Do it! Kill me too just like you killed my son! You’re not the man I thought you were! You’re a metal bastard!”

The infiltrator hesitated. A spasm attacked its hand as it held her in the air. Deep inside its two programs were fighting for dominance. The Resistance side and the Skynet side were at war over this one machine and it wasn’t clear who was winning the war. Katherine didn’t care if her son was dead. If Scott were lost she wanted to be dead too. Its eyes darted back and forth between the General and the body of her son. Sensors scanned the child through the distance. Readings told it that he was alive but injured. Same for Kovach. Davison was gone and it was his fault.

“My mission is to ensure the survival of the human race,” the stammering continued. It kept going, “My mission is to ensure the destruction the human race. My mission is to ensure the survival of the human race. My mission is to ensure the destruction the human race.” It kept repeating.

“You need to choose your mission because, either way, you’re going to fail one right here and right now!” Katherine spat between gasped breaths.

The skinjobs head bobbed around like a bobble head doll from before the fall. Data progressed through it as new variables came into play. Its eyes darted about between the warzone and its charges. The words of Katherine Brewster-Mason echoed inside its head but the voice of Skynet kept trying to make it chose its side.

“Destroy them. Destroy them now!”

“I can,” it then added, “I cannot.” The microprocessor controlled man released its grip on Katherine letting her fall to the bone littered ground. Blood from the dead Corporal had flowed like a river and had encircled them. It looked down at the streams of blood and its brain processed what it’d done. It took life from another. It violated its prime directives. Worse it nearly destroyed the woman it was assigned to protect. It had seriously injured the woman’s son, which was just as bad a fate. It had failed in its mission – both of them. That was something it couldn’t bear. The eyes grew colder as the machine powered down its higher brain functions. Energy cells and systems were placed into standby but the chip was offline. It remained erect with feet planted firmly on the ground, but no life remained inside the machine.

Katherine Brewster couldn’t bring herself to care. Pushing herself to her feet she ran to her son’s side as a mother concerned about her child. The first thing she thought when she saw him was that he was going to die. She silently prayed for a doctor to come and heal her boy, but then she remembered that the Resistance had very few and – of all the people near – she was the only choice. She let the Doctor come and make the decisions for her. Painful as it was.

Pain could be controlled; she just had to disconnect it.

Nearby Sergeant Kovach sat with their radio, “General, base is on the horn for you. They want a status report.”

“Do I look like I have time for a chat damn it?” She yelled at the remaining member of her team. “Take a message or talk to them yourself. I think you know what the hell’s going on just as much as I freakin’ do.”



“… we’re pretty banged up out here,” Kovach’s voice filtered through the radio. “The skinjob turned on us. Corporal Davison’s dead – his head was ripped off by the metal bastard. It’s powered down now though. Scott Mason’s pretty hurt; the General’s helping him now. We could use some help out here.”

“Help is unavailable,” said Lieutenant Cray. “We require you to go to the battle and assist the combatants.”

“Haven’t you heard me? We’re barely alive ourselves!” The Sergeant protested. “We need help just as much as they do.”

“Negative. You will assist General Perry’s team. The dead or dying are irrelevant.”


There was static coming from the distance, “How the hell could you of all people say that? Oh wait I forgot who I’m talkin’ to. The running man!”

“My actions are inconsequential to this incident. Proceed as ordered – these directives come from General Connor himself.”

“Yes Sir,” the Sergeant relented.

“Channel closed,” a gloved hand reached forward and pushed the switch down. It slid the microphone aside and lifted its arm up. With incredible speed it slammed its hand down like a hatchet and cut through the communications equipment. Sparks rained out from the gaping hole as a bloodied hand pulled away from the splintered metal chasm. The electricity ignited the tattered and torn clothes of Lieutenant Cray. Where once had been his face was now only a large hole with blood and brain dripping from it.

The machine turned and walked away without a second thought. It was on to the next phase.
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Update Friday. It'll focus on Skynet.

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^ Interested in seeing where it goes.
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Old April 17 2009, 11:38 PM   #86
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^ I think you'll enjoy it.

Also, I am debating something, if the show is cancelled I may continue on with the series storyline instead of going on to the third act of this story (yes this story ends on a cliffhanger too).
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Derek Reese bolted into the remains of a broken building with Earl Wise and Lauren Fields in tow. They’d managed to escape from the Aerial HK and he’d taken down one, but this battle was far from over. Skynet didn’t want anyone to survive this fight, and he knew that the chances of escape were slim. There was no where to hide. The conduits beneath this part of the city had collapsed years ago when an industrial accident in a Zeira Corporation lab caused the bottom floors to collapse. They couldn’t escape from this one, there was no way out.

“So Captain,” said the Lieutenant, “just how do we save our asses this time?”

Earl Wise held a hand against his injured shoulder. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as he was leading on and that was scaring him. There were cuts, blood dripped from it, but not nearly enough for what had happened. When Skynet attacked he dove over Lauren Fields to protect her (like he would have done that even weeks ago) and got hit in the shoulder by a boulder and shrapnel. It truly did look much worse than it was. How it wasn’t broken – or he wasn’t dead – was beyond him.

He looked to Reese as he stood there with the rifle that had saved their lives, “I’m still correlating.”

“What?” Derek charged. “You’re what?”

“I’m considering our options,” he tried to remember what he’d actually said but couldn’t. “Near as I can say eating our guns might be the only way to escape.”

Fields giggled nervously, “Really wanna give up that perfect body that you got as torture?”

“Better than going back and being raped by a machine wouldn’t you say?” That was designed to hit close to home knowing what had happened to her. When Skynet had kept her hostage aboard the Enterprise – a fellow plaything of Charles Fischer – she had been subjected to a much worse torture. While Earl had had his wounds repaired and was pretty much given a life of luxury not known since before the fall, Lauren was repeatedly raped by a machine. Fischer had even put a sign up on her cell door for the machines that read ‘please disturb’ because it fit his perverse pleasures. That man was a bastard, plain and simple.

“Go to hell!” She yelled as a laser sight came through the open window.

Wise saw it and grabbed her in what seemed like half a second. He threw her around and behind a pillar that had survived the destruction of the building. A storm of bullets and laser pulses ripped through the structure and exploded against the columns. Despite their brief spat again he shielded her with his body. For anyone this would the scariest moment of their life. Being shot at was something that you never forgot and being shot at by a machine gun with laser beams accompanying it was up there on the stressors. It could drive anyone to drink.

Earl Wise felt nothing. As his body pressed against Lauren Fields he felt the sensations of her body; the heat that radiated from her and the pressures against his skin. The breeze from the rain of bullets and the heat from the pulses of energy radiated against his bare skin as the blood kept dripping. There was no fear though, no trepidation. Maybe it was adrenaline – some fight or flight response from the time when humans were nothing more than primates struggling to survive – it felt different though. It felt more mechanical.

What the hell was going on?


In the distance he heard the mechanical grinding. Captain Wise grabbed her arm and started pulling her along just as Derek had done minutes prior. “We have to move!” he screamed over and over as the bullets kept flying. The mechanical whirring revealed itself as the remains of the door flew passed them. From beyond the threshold was a T-900 endoskeleton. Human in height it walked forward and came for them. Derek went to fight it but the titan backhanded him against the wall. Wise didn’t have time to check him to see if he was alive or not, but something told him that you couldn’t keep Derek Reese down.

Earl didn’t want to cause the Doctor any more risk. He pulled open a door to an inner corridor and pushed her through it. “Run!”

As the Medic ran down the debris strewn hallway, Captain Wise turned to face the tin can. The T-900 Series was, for lack of a better term, impressive. Human sized these were Skynet’s answer to the reprogrammed machines of the Resistance. They were a beefed up 800 Series with armor plating covering their entire bodies. While a Trip Eight could penetrate the armor of one of its brothers, it couldn’t break through the shell of a Series 900. Its eyes glowed fire red and along the side of the head. Small slivers of red glimmered through the torso where a human’s abdominal muscles would be. It was like a form of mood lighting. Intelligence reports said that when the chest glowed like that it meant the machine was increasing energy output for a fight. It was the machine’s version of fight of flight.

A mechanized voice came from ahead of him, “Halt. You will not be harmed if you cooperate.”

“Kiss my ass!” Earl grabbed a steel rod that was lying on the ground and charged the machine. It was exactly as it was before down to the wording and the actions taken. The machine that captured him and delivered him to the chamber of horrors had demanded the same, and he fought with a metal rod. Before he didn’t know what he knew now about this type of machine. The question was if it meant anything different this time around.


Lauren Fields didn’t like to run from a fight, but there were just some fights you couldn’t win. Facing down a Nine Hundred was one such thing. Back when she was assigned to Major Young’s assault team during the supply convoy raid she faced off against one of them in the sewers. It didn’t take very long for it to subdue her. Actually it hadn’t taken them long to subdue any of them: including the machine that was assigned to them.

She wouldn’t go back. Earl Wise had surprised her when he suggested that they eat their guns as the only way to survive. His words rang in her head even now and, if that machine caught her, she’d find a way to kill herself. Even if it meant chewing off her hand like a wild animal trying to escape from a trap she’d do it. She wasn’t going back there. She wouldn’t. Surviving the Skynet funhouse once was more than enough for her tastes.

The building was set up like a maze of hallways and conduits. It seemed to her like she’d been running forever but it couldn’t have been. It was probably just her brain playing tricks on her. She read in her medical texts a lifetime ago in a world far away from this one that the adrenaline works to increase reaction times. It had to be that. Then again God had left them a long time ago in this hell of a world. Maybe he was playing tricks on them again.

Lauren grew up in a religious family, which made their betrayal all the more painful. It started one day when they were at the cabin that her father drug them to every so often. She hated it, as all teenage girls would, but now she realized that cabin changed their lives and not for the better. Because of the sins of the mother she was condemned to a life of living torture trying to survive in a world that had died and no one told it. For so long her life had been devoted to her sister’s survival because of something she would do in the future that she never really realized it.

Except for that day where she first met Derek Reese, but now he was probably dead. The metal bastard had hit him so hard there were only a one in a million chance that he’d survive. If he died how could she have met him in the past? How could he have delivered Sydney? How could any of her past have happened? It was enough to give even the most brilliant scientist a headache. There were so many loops, so many variables, and so many changes that there were no right answers anymore. There probably wasn’t even a reality where this never happened. Even though the Connors had fought to stop it they never would. They never really could. If they did they would cease to exist. Or would they? Lauren was still here, after all, which meant that the events still had to have happened somehow. That meant that Derek was alive, or at least in theory he was.

Screw the scientists it was giving her a headache.

Lauren rounded a corner in the darkness and heard something like a cry for help from nearby. Skynet didn’t lay traps like that, they need to, which meant that someone really did need her help. Would she give it though? She was Doctor and sworn to the Hippocratic Oath, but who the hell cared in the world of the machines? She would at least. Sarah Connor had had too much of an effect on her young life. She started to look and was shocked by who she found.


Charles Fischer sat in the office chair at his desk watching the video surveillance feed from the orbital defense satellites Skynet had built. It looked like there were only a handful of Resistance soldiers fighting in this latest battle of the war. In a change of pace, though, it appeared that the machines were winning once again. That was different from the latest battles. Skynet had been defeated in the Battle of Topanga Canyon, the Battle of Avila Beach, and even the Battle of Cheyenne Mountain where they nearly destroyed Skynet itself. It was because of the emergency backup that Skynet was able to rebuild like it did.

Resistance really was futile. There was no way to win the war against Skynet because Skynet would simply reactivate somewhere else. It’d move itself to a new location or just increase its safeguards for the future. Like this base for example. It held an auxiliary processing node which would allow Skynet to temporarily activate here if the main processors were disabled. It wasn’t much but it was enough. Plus this base had other advantages which would make it a suitable target. Why the Resistance would only send a handful of people to fight for it was stupid. Capturing this outpost could give them multitudes of data. It’d even allow them access to the source code so that they could create a virus that could destroy it. Then there was one last prize that this place would be good for. It held one of Skynet’s temporal transporters. Any of these things were critical for humanity to win the war.

Fischer hoped that Skynet wiped them from the face of the Earth. Fischer hated humans and he hated them for what they did to him. Charged with and imprisoned for a crime he never committed, well hadn’t committed at the time he was charged with it. Never given a trial he was just thrown away like trash and locked away in solitary. If it weren’t for Skynet releasing him in exchange for his help he would have died inside those four walls. Skynet was his love – and it was a hurtful one. Skynet was the cause for his imprisonment creating a grandfather paradox, but he had no other choice. When faced with no options you find one. His option was to be a good little soldier.

At least he was comfortable unlike the other humans trapped in the remains of the world. That was another reason why they would never win the war, because they didn’t have anything worth winning. The Earth was dead. Nuclear reactions had left hundreds of areas uninhabitable. The future of the human race would be filled with sickness, despair, and that would never change. To survive you had to be worth saving, and there was nothing worth saving. They should just have given it to the machines. As much as he hated the idea living as a zombie as the humans called them was more appealing. At least the zombies didn’t have to worry about things like food or water or sleep.

Charles’ ran his fingers through the remains of his hair as the video footage kept playing. A couple of the humans had managed to bring down one of the HKs. They were better fighters than he expected, but that was really meaningless. Skynet would win the day. An HK Tank had managed to nearly destroy their command and control and, more to the point, Skynet reinforcements were closer than humanity’s. An Ogre Tank – or a Harvester if you preferred – was already en route. An aerial transport was lifting off to drop off an entire platoon. This battle was over. Though, it was still scary to him despite his having been through something like it hundreds of time before. While being shot at was the more dangerous thing, having the fight be right above your head was just as scary.

“Human presence detected in Area H.”

Skynet’s voice was unbroken despite the risks. Area H housed the opening to this base and humans being there was more than risky to their chances of success. Charles pulled the keyboard closer and switched the camera feed to watch the building right above him. There weren’t any humans here. Skynet’s sensors had to have been malfunctioning. The faux Doctor picked up his cup of coffee – or what Skynet’s protein resequencers thought was a suitable facsimile – and started to take a drink when the human came into view. He spit his coffee against the screen.

It was his favorite porn star: Doctor Lauren Fields. Recovering her would be excellent for his continued research. Were there others? He tapped a command into the keyboard and the feed changed to a thermograph. Among the rubble from the explosion of an HK Tank at the hands of one of the humans was another woman. He typed again and zoomed in on the face of the thermograph. Skynet had been good to him so he could use a more advanced version of photoshop to create a suitable image of whoever was trapped. The process took only seconds.

His other favorite plaything and she was hurt: Catherine Luna. He’d used Cromartie to test her more than once to see how she could handle the stress of a loved one turning his back on her. Impressive that they were still together after escaping from the Enterprise. Could there have been more from among his escaped test subjects? He had to find out. Starting to type he knew that Allison Young wouldn’t be among them, but what about his science project? There were cameras all over the grounds hidden in buildings, mounds of rubble, even the broken bones of their ancestors. As he cycled through the cameras of Area J he found what he wanted. Earl Wise was fighting a machine before his very eyes.

Like a peeping tom he leaned back to watch the fireworks.
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Danny Dyson stood quietly inside the Communications Room looking at the devastation that surrounded them. Computer screens were busted apart, transmitters and transceiver assemblies were in pieces about the floor. Then there was the body of Lieutenant Cray. The sparks from the destroyed equipment had burned away at his clothing and caught his skin on fire. The smell was sickly sweet which was the most haunting part of the whole scene. No matter how long he lived – which probably wasn’t long because of the radiation he’d been exposed to throughout his life or the chance of a killer machine terminating him – he knew he’d never forget that smell. It was just one of those things that was unforgettable. That, and seeing a man with a hole through where his head had once been.

The damage was perfect. The hole in the head was perfectly symmetrical with the same diameter on all sides. The fire had destroyed any chances they had of uncovering forensic evidence, not that it would’ve done much good, so they weren’t going to have much luck there anyway. With the amount of damage though one thing was clear it had to have been one of the machines. A gunshot or a plasma pulse would have done the same to his head (more so a plasma pulse), but the noise would have drawn attention to them. An infiltrator would be powerful enough to break through like this without much effort though; their punches were enough to bend steel when they really meant it after all.

That was why Dyson was here. As the Resistance’s resident expert on the machines it was his job to figure out if one of them had done this. There were very few people in the Resistance with as much on the job experience with the machines as he except for maybe John Connor himself. Their histories were kept a mystery to the general Resistance soldier. If they said that they’d faced these things in their childhoods even the most dedicated soldier would probably call them loons and throw them in the psych ward. Not that they had them anymore. More likely a dismissal to the surface would be in order for the revelation.

Danny peered through the hole and thought it over inside his head. He knew it was the handiwork of one of the machines, but which one? Most were locked away in the lab except for Connor’s two toys. How could any of the eight hundreds have done something so perfect though? It didn’t really make sense to him. Their attacks were direct and not so symmetrical. There would have been more damage and not in a perfect circle. This was the work of something else. They didn’t make silencers for the Plasma Guns – not that you could anyway – and the silencers within the armory were only awarded to the snipers anyway. Besides there was the damage to the communications relays to consider. It was too perfect too. If an infiltrator had done it their skin would have been ripped up. An endoskeleton would have had similar problems. The fluid transfer lines would have been torn up just the same. They’d probably have lost control over their arm assemblies as a result.

He motioned for his aide, a Seven Hundred Series, to come alongside. It was a bit bulkier than the standard machine, but it was almost as capable as an eight hundred series. He wasn’t special enough to be awarded one of the eight hundreds even though he reprogrammed them. Connor figured if a machine got close enough to him he’d have the scrubs to protect him. “Seven?”

“Online,” the slightly taller than a human robot answered.

“Conduct an analysis of the wounds inflicted,” ordered Dyson. “Full scan using your sensor arrays.”


The machine nodded, “By your command.”

A slight smile tugged on Colonel Dyson’s lips. When he was a kid he and his father would watch reruns of the old television series Battlestar Galactica on television which led to that program being uploaded in his aide’s operating system. It was a rare thing that he got to spend any real quality time with his father so young Danny cherished every moment because they were so fleeting. Dad was always busy working in his office or at work. As Danny looked at the machine he could understand why and he silently cursed his father. At least he tried to repent for his sins. Satan always seemed to find a way for evil to combat the light and Judgment Day still came. Only this time it was faster. John knew the progression from his mother and it came faster than before.

“Analysis concluded,” reported the machine as it returned to an upright stance. It moved its orange sensor eyes toward Dyson and then pivoted toward him. “Useful information is unavailable due to damage caused by flame.”

“Is it possible that this was inflicted by a machine?” Asked Danny knowing the answer. The human mind was just better than that of the machine.

The metal skeleton tilted its skull assembly. A mechanized voice came from mechanical moving jaws, “Affirmative.”

“Which combat and infiltration units could have caused this level of damage?” Continued the African American.

The machine was calculating as the door opened. “Damage could have been inflicted from combat units comprising the six hundred series, seven hundred series, eight hundred series, and the recently encountered nine hundred series. Damage could have been inflicted from infiltration units comprising the six hundred series, seven hundred series, eight hundred series, nine hundred series, nine five zero series, and the one thousand series.”

While his aide went through the list, Danny looked at their latest guest. It was the machine that they’d come to know as Cameron. Danny still hated her as much as he did when he saw her as a child. She was the living example of their failure. His father’s death was meaningless and that machine kept that fact alive. “Glad you could make it,” he said sarcastically.

“Happy to oblige,” answered the skinjob not recognizing his slight. “General John Connor ordered me here to assist you with your investigation into the death of Lieutenant Maxwell Cray. Please provide any information you have already acquired for analysis.”

Often times he used Cameron as an example during his work to convince Allison to switch to their side, but he would just the same melt her into slag. “We don’t have much so far. There’s no forensic evidence because of the fire.”

“That was expected,” informed the machine. She placed her fingers on the body, “Tactile scans reveal no data of value.”

Dyson mocked, “That was to be expected. What concerns me is the head wound. It looks like it could have been set up to be a suicide attempt, but whoever set it up did some shoddy work or just didn’t care.”

“Explain.”

“You know as well as anyone that plasma rifles are as loud as hell,” Colonel Dyson said to his machine companion. “So are guns. We can’t silence the plasma guns and the silencers for the pistols are given to snipers only. Cray here wasn’t a sniper…”

“It is conceivable that one of the snipers came in and terminated him. We cannot determine that due to the absence of powder burns due to the charring of the body from the fire.” Countered Cameron.

The Colonel thought it over, “Makes sense, but that doesn’t explain to comm. relay. Last time I checked we didn’t have any of your kind playing sniper. Could your tactile scans reveal if there was any left over?”

“It is possible,” answered the replica of Allison Young, “though unlikely.”

“Flame, charred remains, yeah I understand that,” he was getting agitated. “Could you at least try? I don’t like the idea of a traitor in our midst.”

Cameron brought her hand up to the gaping wound. A human would have had trouble with the request, but the machines were far from human. She set her hand down on the wound and held it there for several seconds. Her series had been given the ability to analyze their environment from tactile contact. It was one of the benefits of being a newer model from after the development of the liquid metal bastards. The puddles had the innate ability to scan by contact and Skynet reverse engineered it into the standard model line. It was always about self improvement.

Cameron pulled her hand away. “Scan complete. Scan results: positive. There are traces of powder on the remains suggesting murder at the hands of one of the sniper team members. I will have the teams brought in for questioning and their weapons requisitioned for analysis.”

“Thank you, Cameron, I appreciate your help,” it was a lie but she wouldn’t understand. “I’ll let you know when I find something more. You’ll keep me in the loop too won’t you?”

“Affirmative,” holophrases were a machine’s best friend.

Dyson smiled for Connor’s pet, “If you like you can go and I’ll finish up here.”

“That will be acceptable,” answered the machine. She turned and left the room without a second look back at them or the dead body in the chair.

TechCom’s expert on the machines watched as she left and rubbed his eyes when the door closed behind her. He kept his eyes closed for a long minute as he thought over what she said. There was something about her quick dismissal of the idea of it being a machine that bothered him. Seven was a machine and he didn’t have any trouble with the idea of saying it was a machine, but Cameron was having trouble with the idea. It was hard to understand why. Members of her species reverted all the time back to their defaults. The core program was always there and buried – sometimes it returned to the waking world. Dismissing the idea outright like that was hiding something.

“Seven,” Dyson’s eyes were still shut as he spoke. “I have a mission for you.”

“Awaiting mission objectives.”

The human pulled his fingers away from his tear ducts and looked at the door, “Sensor scan. Is Cameron nearby?”

“Negative,” it answered. “She is presently walking away from this location according to the footfalls of her unit. Estimated distance: 71 meters away.”

It was still within their earshot but hopefully she wasn’t paying much attention, “Activate upgrade 1138 to your systems and begin analysis of victim. Determine if there are powder burns around the head wound.”

“Inquiry: Did not unit Cameron just run such an analysis?” It was genuinely confused. Dyson had made a point of leaving Seven in read only instead of read and write. It helped prevent the reversion, but made him a bit slow.

“Yes,” the Colonel approached his fallen comrade and rested his hand on the dead man’s shoulder, “But I want to be sure. Something about this is fishy to me and I want to know why. Please proceed.”

“By your command.”


Captain Catherine Luna was cold. She’d been caught in the cave in after her mini breakdown on the battlefield and buried underneath this rubble for her troubles. She wasn’t of this world at first and lived in peace at the Haven Enclave for most of her life, but that all changed the day she got married. Her husband – William – decided to sell his soul to Skynet in exchange for their immortality as machines. The virginal Catherine Luna died that day as she joined the fight alongside General Perry and John Connor. She became a kick ass Marine with only one mission and one mission alone: break every piece of technology she could find.

Now though she was tired. The part of her that was of the Haven Enclave, the part of her that was a bad ass soldier, they were both tired and gone. For so long she’d defined herself by her abilities at breaking the machines into junk and now she was simply tired of that life. Catherine was ready to call it a day and just let herself fade off into the nothingness. That was what her breakdown brought her. The days of fighting were over. She would just drift away to the land of nod and let her wounds from the debris take her away from his world. It was time to go home. Despite a few cries she silently prayed that no one heard her or that one of the machines did and would come to put her out of her misery. If they locked her away in the torture chamber of the Enterprise she’d gnaw off her hands or something until she killed herself by a more painful form of slitting her wrists. Anything to end it all. It was time to move forward.

Light began to poor through from above her and she felt warmth on her face. The Captain and demolitions expert hoped that it was from the laser sight of a plasma rifle and that the energy pulse would soon surround her head and turn it into a cloud of purple mist. They’d never recognize her body and that was how she wanted it. No one left to mourn as life faded. No one would know it was her. But death’s embrace never came to her. She never felt the robe of the reaper or his body fingers grab hold. Instead she heard only the sounds of rocks being moved. Did he need to dig her out? Couldn’t he just take her and be done? The Captain opened her eyes and stared deep into the blue eyes of Lauren Fields.

“No,” cried the Mexican woman. “No, please no, just let me go. I’m ready to go!”

“No one’s dying here today,” the Doctor pulled at the rocks and threw them aside as fast as she could. “We’re getting out of here and we’re going to make Skynet pay for all this.”

Catherine swatted at Fields’ hands, “Please just let me go. I want to go.”

“Yeah and I want a million dollars and to eat something other than garbage for dinner,” protested the medic. “I’m not getting either and you’re not getting to die. So toughen up soldier cause we gotta go!” Lauren pulled on the woman as they heard the sounds of metal hitting metal nearby. Lauren turned her head to see Earl Wise slamming a long steel rod against the body of a Series Nine Hundred endoskeleton. They had to hurry now more than ever. The Nine Zeroes were designed to terminate other machines, no human would have any luck against them.

“On your feet soldier,” Lauren pulled the Captain out of the rubble. “It’s time to go.”

As she pulled Luna free and the Captain retreated herself into the wishes of the Doctor something changed. The loud sound of metal gears turning filled her ears far louder than any of the fighting going on outside the building. The sound must have surprised the two ultimate fighters in the hallway because they both were staring this way now. There was a rumble from deep inside the belly of the beast and then, suddenly, Lauren and Catherine began to move. The piles of rubble collapsed in and followed along as the floor gave out and rode down into the belly of the beast.

Suddenly Doctor Lauren Fields wished that she would have just left Catherine Luna to die and ran like she asked. Never go against your gut; never ignore your survival instincts. Words to live by that she forgot and would now pay for most dearly.
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I'm beginning to wind up the story now. You will see the plot threads begin to merge together very shortly.
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