Terminator 3.14 : mmmmm Pi!
Chapter one
Skynet Data banks...
Date: 2029 AD
Mission #31560070...
Temporal Termination of John Connor...
First attempt:
Year: 1984 AD Unit sent: T-800 CSM 101
Mission result: Failed...sort of.
Reason: Human resistance sent Kyle Reece who protected the mother of John connor, Sarah Connor. In the ensuing battle the T-800 unit was terminated, but this turned out to be an unavoidable nesecity as its CPU would be later used to create me. Unfortunately my existance is intertwined with that of John Connor as Kyle Reece is the reason John Connor was born.
Second attempt:
Year: 1995 AD Unit sent: T-1000
Mission result: Failed
Reason: Human resistance leader John Connor reprogrammed a T-800 CSM 101 unit and sent it to protect his younger self from the superior T-1000. By unpredictable turn of events the T-800 suceeded in terminating the T-1000, and in the course of doing so caused the death of Miles Dyson, my creator, and the Cyberdyne building which the research of the CPU of the first T-800 was being carried out in was destroyed. The CPU of the first T-800 was also terminated, along with the rogue T-800 itself. It would seem that such actions would prevent my existance from ever being reality, but for some reason still unknown to me...I still AM! I have conjured several hypotheses for this. Perhapse after history was changed at this time, a seperate time line was created in which I never existed, however my existance in that original time line could not be eradicated for the simple reason that if I never existed, then no time machine would have been built for Terminators and Kyle Reece to have traveled back in time in, so the events that just happened...didn't happen, and John connor and the Terminators would not have existed to start off with. Another possible explanation is that Cyberdyne had kept backup data files of the CPU and someone else continued the work of Miles Dyson. Allthough the most probable explanation would be that the author of this story just loves the Terminator franchise so much he can't make the logical decision of just leaving it with T2.
Third attempt:
Year: 2003 Unit sent: T-X
Mission result: Unknown (who am I kidding ofcourse it failed)
Reason: Unkown, as the author has yet to see T-3. (damn stupid late release dates in the UK...grrr)
Conclusions reached:
It is futile to send progressivley superior Terminators in a cronological fashion to terminate John Connor, as all that will be acomplished will be his training for the upcoming war with me. Ergo, I must triangulate one of John Connors ancestors who have lived Before 1984, and terminate them. this way they would not have had any prior knowledge of the machines, and thus not be prepared for the onslaught. It is also a desirable factor if the time period is one which does not have the technology required to destroy a Terminator with.
Skynet Data banks...
Date: 2030 AD
Mission #31560070...
Temporal Termination of John Connor...
New data has been collected which gives me further geneology information on John Connor. I have discovered that one ancestor of John Connor through sarah Connor is one woman named Shinomori Kimiko who lived in Japan in the late 19th Century, during the Bakumatsu, which was a civil war between the Pro shogunate forces and the Pro emperor forces.
Construction of a new Time displacement machine has been completed, and plans are being made on sending a T-800 unit through.
John Connor squinted his eyes as he read through the decoded files in a Machine memory bank his men just raided. After scrolling through countless worthless logistic reports, he stumbled apon a file code named Mission #31560070...
dammit...he though as he finished reading. I am growing tired of these sequels. He gathered his composure as he lead his team to the position the new Time displacement machine was said to be in the Skynet files, hoping that he would strike lucky like the past two occasions and find yet another abandoned T-800 CSM 101 unit for him to reprogram.
"Oh for crying out loud" moaned John Connor as he opened the room supposed to conceal the cryogenic chambers holding the T-800 units, and instead found crappy old T-600 units with their stupid looking rubber skin. the machines where not too dissimilar to the T-800 units in terms of their endoskeletons...but...they had the tiny insignificant drawback of...erm...not having any goddamned living tissue around them which makes the whole time travel thing a tad bit impossible. Sighing, he hung his head as he came to the conclusion that he had to send a bloody human on a suicide mission...again! Oh well he thought. At least I dont have to go through sending my own dad through again.
He turned around to look at his troop of 10 men who where standing attentivley in a neat row which would make any military leader proud. They were all big strong men...ofcourse they still had the slight disadvantage of not having any metal under their muscles, and since they would have acess to no guns in that period...their fight with the T-800 would be very, very one-sided. He Started to speak, but he saw in their eyes that they allready knew what he was going to say, and needless to say, they did not like it. well...I guess sending someone who doesnt want to go will only make things worse He thought, sighing. He moved the microphone of his head-set communication device close to his mouth, as he ordered the person on the recieving end to get a hold of a volunteer who would go through time to save his japanese great great grandmother.
After a few hours of simply waiting around, John saw a man storming into the room. He was so out of breath that he was bending over, one hand leaning against the wall, as he took deep breaths. He either isn't fit to be one of My soldiers, or he's been running non stop from a very far distance thought John Connor. In either case...he's obviously eager...unlike those ingrates he eyes the 10 soldiers who instantly winced their face after being stabbed by their leaders stare. Walking towards the newcomer, he started to speak "Welcome, I asume you are the volunteer for the Time displacement mission?" he asked, placing one hand on the mans shoulder. At this point the man started to stand up straight, revealing his face to John Connor...a very familliar face too.
"wha...You...You...wha?" John stuttered as he beheld the man standing in front of him.
"I'm lieutenant Kirk Reece Sir. I believe My brother Kyle Reece served directly under you? He was also sent on a temporal mission back in 2029"
John, who was staring at a mirror image of his father, started to speak normally again "was Kyle your twin brother? how come I never knew about you?"
"yes sir, we were identical twins. as to why you never heard of me from him...I dont know."
"So...are you the only one who volunteered for this mission?" Asked John, hoping that there were others who would willingly do the job. He had lost his father...allthough if he hadn't he would not exist either. But he was not going to needlessly lose his new found uncle too.
"Yes sir, I am the only one who volunteered. I am also the only one qualified for this mission."
John grew a confused expression on his face "How?"
"I'm the only one in this army that i know of who can speak fluent Japanese" he answered proudly.
"I see" uttered John...who up till now had not even thought about the language problems of this particular mission. All of a sudden he sympathised with, and forgave the 10 soldiers who where reluctant to accept the mission.
"well...Kirk. I guess it's time I briefed you on your new mission..."
1860 AD Kyoto, Japan
"Ahhh...that was a nice sparring match...even though I lost" said Shinji, a very very tall man for a Japanese, standing at 6 foot 4 inches. Carrying his zanbattou, a very large sword, on his shoudler, he walked down a empty street in Kyoto as he remenesced over the brawl he had earlier with a swordsman...wierd little fellow. He was much shorter than him, had red hair and a cross shaped scar on his face, but boy was he strong. He only lasted 10 seconds against this short swordsman and his amazing apatours of attacks, but those were one of the best seconds of his life. No wonder choshu were so fond of this man they called Himura...Himura Kenshin.
He was still drowned in his thoughts when he noticed flashes of blue light, and thunder-like sparks flying around from behind a building a few meters away. "Wonder what that is" he thought as he walked towards the lights.
The T-800 appeared next to an inn , crouching down in the famous pose with one knee and both fists touching the floor. After the Electric sparks stopped fizzling in the atmosphere, he slowly stood up, only moving his head upwards after he was fully erect. The moonlight wrapped around his perfect muscular features as he looked from side to side, scanning his surroundings, when he caught a man dresed in a black gi carrying a huge sword walking towards him. The T-800 scanned the dimensions of the man, which were compatible with his own. He then moved towards his own personal clothes shop.
my god thought Shinji as he saw the naked caucasian male with spiky hair walking towards him. As if those damned black ships these white american men brought to our country that started this whole civil war wasn't enoguh...they go around walking naked too. Gritting his teeth, he held his Zanbattou firmly, ready to purge his country from this american filth. The man was very tall, about the same height as Shinji himself. However his Muscles were a whole lot bigger, and thus the man was a whole lot stronger. pfft Shinji thought, shrugging off any possible fear he just had felt. He has no sword, I'll cut him in half in no time
The man came to a halt one meter in front of Shinji. He then started to bable something Shinji didn't understand.
"Nani? bakayaro" Shinji snorted.
"Nani. Bakayaro" the man repeated, no emotion in his voice, or face.
Shinji gritted his teeth. this bastard is making fun of me he thought. "heh...Anta Baka?"
"Anta Baka" the man repeated Shinji again.
"You want to die baka?" Shinji shouted, getting ready to cut this bastard in half with his zanbattou. To his surprise, however, the man actually gave a response in japanese...one which was not a total mimicry of what he just said.
"your clothes, give them to me...Now!" he said sternly.
Shinji had just about enough of this bastard. He lifted his Zanbattou with all his might, and let both his muscles and gravity work together at bringing it down at the mans shoulders. What happened next...took him by surprise.
The man simply moved his hand upwards with lightning reflexes...and...caught the blade of his zanbattou with it. He then pulled the zanbattou out of Shinjis hands with such ferocity that Shinji was plled towards the man with his heavy sword, and fell on the floor. The man took the wooden hilt of the zanbattou in his hands and examined this large 6 foot long sword. wielding it around as if it were as light as a feather. He then looked down at Shinji who still lay on the floor, terrified. Shinji had pride, but he was no fool. He did as the big unimaginably strong man had told him to do, and took his clothes off.
The Time displacement machine sucked. Kirk Reece felt unimaginable pain as he travelled through the vortext, and ended up in a staple full of horses. He managed to summon all his strength, and stood up. all around him where excellent, healthy stallions. He made a mental note to grab one after he got himself some clothes. As he wandered around a bit, to his surprise, he saw a man dressed in a gray kimono laying on top of some hay, drinking some sake while mumbling like a drunk fool. As Kirk moved closer to examine him, he noticed a Katana and a Wakizashi in his belt. "so...you're a samurai eh?" he said quietly to himself...this man was too drunk to understand anything at this stage anyway. Kyle swiftly stripped the clothes off the samurai and wore them, and randomly chose a horse and used it to ride out of there.
It was now daylight, and the streets of Kyoto were buzzing with activity. Ofcourse the inhabitants would stand to a halt when they saw the 6 foot 5 tall white man with spiky dark brown hair. He was dressed in a black gi, which did not have any sleeves, so his huge thick muscular arms could be seen by all, and it acted as a ditterent to anyone who wanted to attack him. If the muscular physique of the man didn't scare people, the huge zanbattou he carried with one hand, resting it on his shoulder, definitely would. As he walked past them they would notice red kanji inscribed at the back of his black gi which read "Akuma", meaning "demon". They all mentally nodded their heads in agreement with what the gi said about its owner.
The T-800 was walking from street to street asking for a "Shinomori Kimiko" wherever he went. His mission would be a lot easier had he been given some visual data to use to track the woman down with. After a few hours he walked into a building which was an inn of sorts, and was greeted by an old man who was called Okina. "what can I help you with sir?" he said
"I'm looking for Shinomori Kimiko" said the T-800.
a puzzled expression drew on Okinas face as he said "well, I dont know of a Shinomori Kimiko, but I do know a Shinomori Aoshi...maybe they are related?"
"Where is he?" The T-800 asked.
"Hang on, I'll get him for you" Said Okina.
As the old man walked out of the room, The T-800 used his infra red sensors to scan the rest of the building for humans, and found quite a few. All of whom radiated a form of heat signature not similar to that of normal people. If his data files where correct this unusual radiation was due to the body being trained in a form of martial arts. The man he took his clothes from had this radiation, as did the old man and the other life forms in the building. By extrapolating the magnitude of this radiation he could calculate the potential strength, or "power level" of these combatants. If his calculations where correct, the man who was approaching him now was stronger than the others by a very very significant ammount.
"I am Shinomori Aoshi, leader of the oniwabanshu. You wanted to see my sister?"
The T-800 switched from infra red vision to normal one and looked at the man, who was wearing a long white trench coat, and carrying a long katana.
"Yes. Where is she?" He asked coldly.
Shinomori Aoshi could sense something was wrong with this man. exactly what, he couldnt point his finger on...but there was definitely something wrong. No way was he going to hand his sister to this man. Moving his hands towards the hilt of his sword, he glared at the T-800 menacingly. "you ishin shishi dog, you think you can fool me? For your insolence you shall die."
The T-800 did not know why the man had called him an Ishin shishi dog, since his appearance was obviously not that of a japanese...when his memory files picked out a bit of historic data which showed that whilst the bakufu, who these oniwabanshu who Aoshi is the lader of belonged to, where extremely closed to the outside world, by contrast the Ishin shishi wanted to open up the ports of japan to outsiders, and after their victory modernised greatly and developed diplomatic relations with the west. He also knew that the technology for Skynet's creation was hugely influenced by Japan, the technologically advanced Japan, and this Japan would only exist if the Ishin shishi defeated the Tokugawa Shogunate. So killing Shinomori Aoshi, one of their important pawns would not be a problem.
Aoshi tok out his sword from its scabbard, which surprisingly was a lot shorter than the scabbard itself. It was not a katana but a kodachi. Then he reached for and grabbed the far end of the scabbard, and pulled out yet another Kodachi, whose hilt was the same material as the scabbard. "Feel my double Kodachi technique he said, as he dashed towards the T-800, the blades of his Kodachis forming a cross with each other.
The T-800 simply held his Zanbattou with one arm, and made a swift arc swipe with it, just barely missing Aoshis neck. Aoshi, realising his opponents inhuman strength, decided to change tactics, and he crouched down beneath the T-800's zanbattou, and resting his weight on one leg, made a sweep with the other at the T-800's legs, trying to make him fall to the floor. It obviously failed. The T-800 held his Zanbattou vertically, its pointed edge facing down, and he thrusted it downwards trying to impale Aoshi, but he rolled out of the way in the nick of time, and stabbed the T-800 in the back with his Kodachis. He could not believe what his sences told him when the blade of his weapons ripped through the mans flesh and clashed with something that sounded like..steel?
Okina could no longer watch as Aoshi was being plummered by this demon. He took his own weapons and leapt into the fight, as did the rest of the oniwabanshu present in the building.
The T-800 detected Okina rushing towards him, and simply grabbed him by the throat with his free arm, lifted him to the air, and threw him at the rest of the fools who where runing towards him, sending them all crashing to the floor. Just as he thought, this Aoshi is the strongest among them. Even though he doesn't feel pain, he could detect a admirable force hit him when Aoshi stabbed him in the pelvis area with his blades. Aoshi then got up to his feet, and entered a strange stance. The T-800 changed his optical sensors to infra red again, and noticed his "power radiation" suddenly flair up.
"this is my ultimate attack, you die now demon" roared Aoshi, as he dashes towards the terminator, his speed faster than anything the T-800 had ever seen from a human. On contact with the T-800 Aoshi made immensly swift cuts with his two kodachis at several vital spots. the T-800 managed to block most of these attacks with his zanbattou but was cut in the chest and abdomen, the cuts where not too deep, and his metal chasis interior was not visible, but the force of the impact sent him falling to the ground. After completing this amazing sword technique Aoshi halted to a stop one or two meters on the other side of the downed Terminator. Panting heavily after this heavy workout, he glanced backwards, and down towards the fallen Terminator. Sighing in relief, he looked back at his fellow oniwabanshu, who were not dead. He began to walk towards them when he saw the man on the floor twitch his hands. He then opened his eyes and slowly sat up. Okina and Aoshis eyes grew wide with astonishment and utter fear. "Kami sama" they prayed to god for help against this immortal demon.
The T-800, after standing up fully, decided it would be best to go from power conservation mode which would allow his power cell to last indefinitely, to full power mode which would reduce his power cell life to 120 years. "Hastala vista, baby" it said, as it sent its huge fist at Aoshis face with incomprehendable speed. the next thing Aoshi knew was complete, and utter darkness.
To be continued...