A.N.: So here we are. This is my first fanfic ever so don't expect too much. I came up with the idea of South Park/Terminator fanfic while I was watching a Terminator marathon. So enjoy the story.
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Early within the twenty-first century, Skynet, a military defense program became self-aware. Viewing humanity as a threat to its existence, Skynet decided to strike first.
The survivors of the nuclear attack called the event Judgment Day.
Those who were able to survive called themselves the Resistance. However, they only lived to face a new nightmare, the war against the machines. To hunt down and eradicate the remains of the human race, Skynet built Terminators.
As the war wages on, leaders of the Human Resistance grow desperate.
Some believe that one man hold the key to salvation.
Others believe he is a false prophet.
His name is John Connor.
This is the story of two men on their quest to find that man.
The year is 2018.
"Broflovski, ready up, Bates wants us to rendezvous with Spec Ops ASAP. And they said they have found someone who wants to see us on personal matters," Stan said with the most serious tone possible.
"I'm already ready, Stan," Kyle was a less aggressive solider than Stan but knew more about strategy than Stan.
"Alright, we're Oscar Mike."
When someone says two people have gone through everything together, look no further than Stan and Kyle. They had spent their whole lives together. Almost by coincidence, Stan and Kyle both survived Judgment Day, and ended up meeting each other only a few hours after Judgment Day after being apart for a reason only Stan and his family truly knew. That is one of the main reasons they joined the Resistance, to search, protect, and destroy (as in destroy the machines).
"You wanted to see us, Bates?" Stan said. SSG John Bates was the Spec Ops team leader for the Park County Branch.
"Yeah, we have made contact with a group of 3-4 refugees about 50 clicks from this location. They sent a distress signal because there is a Skynet convoy, headed toward their direction."
Broflovski cut Bates off but he didn't seem to mind too much, "So are we using air or land transport?"
"By what our navigators told us, it's a land convoy so it would be best to rain death from above." Stan suddenly became a little bit excited because nothing much more at this point made him feel better than manning the helicopter's mini-gun and shooting the hell out of everybody and everything.
"Do they have any anti-air defense systems?"
"They weren't exactly able to tell."
"Well, we should use also land transport, just in case they do. It's too large of a risk willing to take."
"Alright then, whiskey-team, take the surface road to the location. X-ray, provide air cover."
After the team broke off, all you could here was "We're Oscar Mike," and "Let's move," etc.