To whom it may concern: "The Terminator" character is owned by WarnerBros/Fox/Carolco. I am just writing this for fun, nothing else.

This is just a wee scene I had in my head... think it was a dream I had the night before or something, either way I thought I'd jot it down and post it on here. Let me know what ye think.

Terminator: Son of Mars

I

A crowd of thousands roared as the drama unfolded on the sands below, slick with blood and filth.

The midday sun beat down upon the city, it's citizens sweltering and seeking comfort in the shade of the awnings unfurled from the great eaves of the arena.

Gasping in the heat, and reeling from their wounds and exertions, the last two gladiators faced each other amidst the corpses of one-time comrades, each grasping a gladius and shield, wondering if this would be their last day, indeed their last hour. Circling his opponent, the dark-haired fighter gazed at him, taking in his scarred face, blond hair and broken nose, standing poised to strike.

In the deep, dank recesses beneath the arena, something stirred. A breath of wind came out of nowhere, blowing clouds of dust and sand through the tunnels.

There was no living thing here to witness the dazzlingly bright sphere of energy appear and fade rapidly, leaving behind a kneeling man of heroic proportions. He stood up slowly, his movements precise and deliberate.

No one would have seen the brief red glow in his eyes as he looked around himself.

He picked a direction and began to walk through the darkness, oblivious to his nudity. Eventually he reached a staircase, saw faint daylight shining from above and ascended, taking in his surroundings constantly.

A growl made him turn quickly, a lion in a cage stared at him, sniffing the air suspiciously and a few other big cats reacted similarly.

Footsteps from the exit preceded a large, heavy-set man dressed in primitive armour.

He waited for the man to approach, confused by the other man's appearance. The guard looked him up and down and spoke to him, but he started at him blankly.

The guard reached for a whip and struck him with it, but he quickly grabbed the end and pulled the guard to him, grabbed his head and twisted sharply. There was a crunching sound and the guard fell down, a look of surprise frozen on his face.

He stripped the corpse of it's clothing, analysing each hand-made item. Then, dressed in the guards armour, he climbed the steps to the surface, leaving behind the dead body and the animals in their cages, whimpering in apprehension.

He stepped through one of the huge arches around the circumference of the arena and frowned, scanning the crowd.

Listening to the various cries and shouts he tried to determine what language they were speaking…

COMMENCE LINGUISTIC PATTERN ANALYSIS

ENGLISH: FALSE

SPANISH: FALSE

FRENCH: FALSE

ITALIAN: FALSE

RUSSIAN: FALSE

JAPANESE: FALSE

CHINESE: FALSE

ARABIC: FALSE

LINGUISTIC PATTERN ANALYSIS: INCONCLUSIVE

SWITCH TO T-800-101 DEFAULT: DEUTSCH

He watched the two fighters in the arena, scanning each combatant closely, in infra-red as well as telescopic sight, and saw that the blond-haired fighter had lost a lot of blood, he was running out of time.

Regarding the other, he saw that the sword-handing technique employed was very wasteful of energy. It was not entirely certain who would win...