AN: Hey guys, this is going to be my last major/minor story until one of them is either completed or put on-hold for a while.
So, I found this awesome author who had the amazing idea to bring back the T-800 from T2. He did mention that someone probably had the idea before him, but I could probably use it. So here we are, bringing back the T-800. I'm also going to try interspersing this story with Genesys.
Disclaimer: I don't own Terminator or and associated franchise.
-Domino
It was a dark, cold day.
Of course, this was normal to John Connor, 33 year old. He'd spent half his life in the wasteland, and he found it hard to take his time in the living word for granted.
He was currently looking through his binoculars at the encroaching T-1's. He suspected they were scouts, albeit very slow.
Suddenly he saw it, climbing over the hill.
A harvester was coming.
It climbed up the hill slowly, its payload of two moto-terminators weighing it down.
It released the moto-terminators, and they sped at the base, releasing a hail of bullets. John ducked and the bullets sprayed over his head. He strained to grab his M4A1. His heart hammering, he loaded in a mag and began shooting rapidly. One of the moto-terminators managed to score a hit on his arm and he screamed in pain. Suddenly, it occurred to him to grab a grenade.
He loaded it into the grenade launcher and aimed at the moto-terminator that shot him. He fired. The moto-terminator went up in flames.
The other one was only a hundred feet away. He reached for another grenade, then realized there wasn't one. His small forward base would soon be up in flames if he didn't move, now. He jumped out the back and started running.
The moto-terminator had run out of bullets. John heard a clicking noise and realized that the moto-terminator had slipped out two frontally-mounted blades.
The moto-terminator was gaining on him. If he didn't get to the base, about thirty yards ahead, within another minute, he would be shish-kebabed.
Suddenly, a crazy idea struck him. A mad, insane idea.
In other words, it just might work.
Instead of continuing to run, he jumped and the moto-terminator sped beneath him. Right into his trap.
The gorge in front of him was where the Golden Gate Bridge was, pre-J-Day. The moto-terminator fell into the ravine and John heard, satisfyingly, a loud chink.
He heard a worse sound after that. He heard large, metallic footsteps.
He had forgotten about the harvester.
It was plodding up to him, claws whirring.
Its machine gun started spinning and he knew he would die, then the base raided.
John stood there, waiting for death.
Suddenly, the world around him burst into sounds of machine gun fire. John ducked, knowing it would do no good.
He stayed in that position for a while until silence.
"Am I dead?" he thought.
He slowly uncurled and looked up.
In front of him stood the wreckage of a harvester. In back, stood Kyle with backup.
John ran up to the harvester. It was the first one that they'd taken down with machine guns, leaving the possibility of the secret-laden CPU chip being intact.
John reached into the deformed chest cavity, searching, reaching for the CPU.
He touched something that, to him, felt like a CPU.
He yanked, and the CPU came up.
John smiled slightly and ran back to tell Kyle and the backup team the great news.