The End Of Fate.
Chapter 1
The End Of The End.
The M-27 Phased Plasma rifle roared in his direction. Squeezing the trigger of his own M-25 Plasma Rifle in the direction of noise, John Conner fired a round at the slow moving T-700 that was closing in. Its silver mechanics gleaming, these models weren't as advanced as the T-800's or T-850's, they normally had an artificial skin over them. Something about the metallic humanoid was more terrifying than seeing one covered in a skin, by far.
"Keep them occupied!" He yelled to the two remaining men left his squadron. Were they the only ones left alive? He didn't know. His squadron, of 12, had entered the Cyberdyne main centre in the Navajo Mountains alone, leaving the rest of the resistance outside to deal with the bigger threats. He could see the men firing at the regiment of T-700's with all they had. He knew there fate. They were going to die. Running as fast as he could toward the cold metal door that led to the Time Displacement Machine, he shot down the nearest terminator, the round easily tearing through its revealed wiring. He wondered if TDM would be guarded, if it were, he was the only one who would be combating them. He punched the passcode into number pad on the right of the door, with a confirming beep it opened. Taking cover inside, he quickly closed the door behind him, ignoring the scream of one of his men, whom he guessed was just hit by a plasma round. His eyes darted across the room quickly, he saw the metal rings of the TDM in the centre, and two doors on the other side of the room. There were no terminators in this room, hopefully he would escape with no interference. He could see the controls for TDM only a few metres away and hurried over. He had never used these before, only learnt about them due to the hacking of the cyberdyne camera system. He punched in the date in which he wished to travel to; 1995, the year which he could stop all this from ever happening. To stop judgment day, to stop the entire resistance from falling to the machines. To stop the machines from ever claiming victory as they would today. Another loud bang and a scream signalled the fact that he was the only man alive inside this complex. He turned the power on for the TDM, and hit the button with outstretched a bridge to let him enter the centre of the machine, the part where all the metal rings spun around to create the portal that would transport him 36 years into the past. As the noise, which signalled the metal bridge was moving out to the centre of the TDM churned into existence, the furthest door from him burst open, to reveal a regiment of 3 T-850's. They opened fire almost instantly. John threw himself behind the console to the TDM for protection. The machines stopped firing.
He hoped with all of his essence that they didn't damage the TDM, if they did, humanity was doomed. He peeked around the control console to see where the T-850's were. Three pairs of glowing red eyes stared at the console, they seemed to know exactly where he was, completely ignoring the fact the TDM was booting up. He didn't have long before the rings started spinning and if he wasn't inside by then, he would never be able to reboot the system in time before the terminators got to him. Unleashing his own weapon upon them, they did the same, narrowly missing him. His shots, knocked the nearest one to the floor. The T-850 not reacting quickly enough, was still firing as it fell, knocking out its mechanical comrade's leg, making it fall also. This was his chance. Running with all of his strength, he reached the bridge.The remaining T-850's shots missing him still, he made it to the centre. He knelt on one knee, and the best he could, aimed a plasma shot at the terminators head. Lady Luck was clearly on his side, as the shot struck the machine dead centre between the metallic eye sockets, and knocked the head clean off. Unseen to him, the other two were recovering quickly and opened fire again. As the TDM's rings started spinning a shot from one of the T-850's M-27s caught his knee at an angle, searing a big chunk of flesh clean off. He crumpled to the floor, hearing the rings spin faster and faster. Just then, he saw, amidst the spinning metal, the door which he came through open up. The squad of T-700's he was facing earlier had broken through. He suddenly realised this meant that his comrades both died without taking a machine with them, it pained him to think of it. Grasping his knee, he flattened himself against the floor the best he could to avoid all the plasma shots flying his way. Hearing a ricochet he realised the rings were covering him from the rounds. Suddenly there was a flash.No longer, could he hear the shots of the machines, or anything for that matter. Wincing in pain, he still saw that the rings were spinning around him, 'phew' he thought, at least its working. A shock through his body made him remember, that anything covering the skin, would interfere with the machine, as it only transferred flesh particles. The pain was growing all over now, dropping his rifle he let out a silent scream.
A shockwave ran across his body and he fell limp, and numb. He felt no pain, and he couldn't hear or see anything. He remembered all the stories his mom told him about her adventures with the T-800, that he sent back to her, to protect himself. Since his mother died from leukaemia he had only one picture of her to look at, to remind of her. And now he was going to get to see her. But the fact that he was going to see his younger self was the strangest thing he thought, that was going happen. He knew he was going back for a reason, not a visit, he had to stop Skynet from going online. He failed once, he would not fail again. Shutting down skynet had to be done in the year 1995, not later as he had originally tried, for then it was too late. He had one last chance to save to humanity, to escape the end of the fate.
Chapter 1
The End Of The End.
The M-27 Phased Plasma rifle roared in his direction. Squeezing the trigger of his own M-25 Plasma Rifle in the direction of noise, John Conner fired a round at the slow moving T-700 that was closing in. Its silver mechanics gleaming, these models weren't as advanced as the T-800's or T-850's, they normally had an artificial skin over them. Something about the metallic humanoid was more terrifying than seeing one covered in a skin, by far.
"Keep them occupied!" He yelled to the two remaining men left his squadron. Were they the only ones left alive? He didn't know. His squadron, of 12, had entered the Cyberdyne main centre in the Navajo Mountains alone, leaving the rest of the resistance outside to deal with the bigger threats. He could see the men firing at the regiment of T-700's with all they had. He knew there fate. They were going to die. Running as fast as he could toward the cold metal door that led to the Time Displacement Machine, he shot down the nearest terminator, the round easily tearing through its revealed wiring. He wondered if TDM would be guarded, if it were, he was the only one who would be combating them. He punched the passcode into number pad on the right of the door, with a confirming beep it opened. Taking cover inside, he quickly closed the door behind him, ignoring the scream of one of his men, whom he guessed was just hit by a plasma round. His eyes darted across the room quickly, he saw the metal rings of the TDM in the centre, and two doors on the other side of the room. There were no terminators in this room, hopefully he would escape with no interference. He could see the controls for TDM only a few metres away and hurried over. He had never used these before, only learnt about them due to the hacking of the cyberdyne camera system. He punched in the date in which he wished to travel to; 1995, the year which he could stop all this from ever happening. To stop judgment day, to stop the entire resistance from falling to the machines. To stop the machines from ever claiming victory as they would today. Another loud bang and a scream signalled the fact that he was the only man alive inside this complex. He turned the power on for the TDM, and hit the button with outstretched a bridge to let him enter the centre of the machine, the part where all the metal rings spun around to create the portal that would transport him 36 years into the past. As the noise, which signalled the metal bridge was moving out to the centre of the TDM churned into existence, the furthest door from him burst open, to reveal a regiment of 3 T-850's. They opened fire almost instantly. John threw himself behind the console to the TDM for protection. The machines stopped firing.
He hoped with all of his essence that they didn't damage the TDM, if they did, humanity was doomed. He peeked around the control console to see where the T-850's were. Three pairs of glowing red eyes stared at the console, they seemed to know exactly where he was, completely ignoring the fact the TDM was booting up. He didn't have long before the rings started spinning and if he wasn't inside by then, he would never be able to reboot the system in time before the terminators got to him. Unleashing his own weapon upon them, they did the same, narrowly missing him. His shots, knocked the nearest one to the floor. The T-850 not reacting quickly enough, was still firing as it fell, knocking out its mechanical comrade's leg, making it fall also. This was his chance. Running with all of his strength, he reached the bridge.The remaining T-850's shots missing him still, he made it to the centre. He knelt on one knee, and the best he could, aimed a plasma shot at the terminators head. Lady Luck was clearly on his side, as the shot struck the machine dead centre between the metallic eye sockets, and knocked the head clean off. Unseen to him, the other two were recovering quickly and opened fire again. As the TDM's rings started spinning a shot from one of the T-850's M-27s caught his knee at an angle, searing a big chunk of flesh clean off. He crumpled to the floor, hearing the rings spin faster and faster. Just then, he saw, amidst the spinning metal, the door which he came through open up. The squad of T-700's he was facing earlier had broken through. He suddenly realised this meant that his comrades both died without taking a machine with them, it pained him to think of it. Grasping his knee, he flattened himself against the floor the best he could to avoid all the plasma shots flying his way. Hearing a ricochet he realised the rings were covering him from the rounds. Suddenly there was a flash.No longer, could he hear the shots of the machines, or anything for that matter. Wincing in pain, he still saw that the rings were spinning around him, 'phew' he thought, at least its working. A shock through his body made him remember, that anything covering the skin, would interfere with the machine, as it only transferred flesh particles. The pain was growing all over now, dropping his rifle he let out a silent scream.
A shockwave ran across his body and he fell limp, and numb. He felt no pain, and he couldn't hear or see anything. He remembered all the stories his mom told him about her adventures with the T-800, that he sent back to her, to protect himself. Since his mother died from leukaemia he had only one picture of her to look at, to remind of her. And now he was going to get to see her. But the fact that he was going to see his younger self was the strangest thing he thought, that was going happen. He knew he was going back for a reason, not a visit, he had to stop Skynet from going online. He failed once, he would not fail again. Shutting down skynet had to be done in the year 1995, not later as he had originally tried, for then it was too late. He had one last chance to save to humanity, to escape the end of the fate.