Hi guys, hope you like this, please r&r. I'll have a new chapter up soon
(once I've written it) but happy reading until then.
Disclaimer: I don't own John Connor or Kate Brewster or anyone else from the films or the other terminators (don't sue). I do however; own Elizabeth, and the terminator 810 and the other characters that aren't in the story yet but will be when I think of them.
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Elizabeth Connor stood in front of her father. She was fairly tall, but not gangly. She had slight muscle definition, her badge to show how she had worked in the barracks' gym for many, many hours. She had dark, thick hair and pale green eyes. She looked too old to be 15. The girl wore combat pants and a white singlet, her army style dog tags partly concealed beneath it.
John Connor glared back at his daughter. "Absolutely no way. Those corridors are not sealed. Anything could be in there, including terminators. I'm afraid I just can't risk it." His eyes narrowed. "And you should know that Lizzie, you're to important to do these things."
Elizabeth scowled. "I'm sick of being important." She muttered. A few of her friends had nicknamed her Coward, because she wouldn't go into the locked rooms at the eastern end of the barracks. The corridors hadn't been used since the terminators had broken through the seals a few years before, instead they had become a common point to dares.
John smiled wearily at his teenage daughter. "I'm sorry it has to be like this." He hugged his daughter. He too wished she could be normal. But the corridors? Whoever thought up that plan was just plain stupid. He turned to leave, then spun around and raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth, whose hand seemed to be straying for the keys by the door. "I'd better take these away from temptation too." He said slyly. He kept forgetting that his daughter had the same attitude as himself. Kate was often amused at the similarities in their thinking. At least there was something to be amused about in these dark times. He pocketed the keys, then, satisfied, he turned to leave once more. What he hadn't counted on, however, was Elizabeth's pick pocketing prowess. Therefore the keys were gone as quickly as they had been placed in there. Unaware of this, he strode down the hall.
Elizabeth smiled to herself. She would go into those corridors. She couldn't stand not being able to prove herself. She set off at a trot towards the Eastern wing.
A cool breeze drifted under the door to the locked wing. She reached for the handle, inserted the key, twisted it then pulled it open. She locked it behind her. Another door awaited her. She hunted out the second key, and then opened the door. She saw the eerie blackness stretch into nothing ahead of her. Digging through her bag, she pulled out a small but powerful light with a flexible strap. She wired it around her ear so that the light arced out in front of her. She kept all sorts of junk in her bag; her friends teased her about that too. She always figured it might be useful. A few EMP grenades, several energy bars, a torch, a coil of rope, a fold-up thermal jacket and blanket, numerous other items and, of course, her laptop. It had a nuclear battery with about 120 years life, and she always kept a few fibre-optic cables with it. Several officers had called it a permanent accessory after having seen her typing away for hours on end.
Her laptop was her favourite possession. She had fire-walled it with the EMP anti-hacking program that the whole base used. Anything that tried to hack in was met with an automatic shutdown code. Every week the system code was changed so that Skynet couldn't adapt. It was the best system they had.
She turned and locked this door also. John wouldn't miss these keys; they only held keys for this wing and would be used in an extreme emergency to arm the automatic lasers. Her father had been paranoid for as long as she could remember.
Warily, Elizabeth took a step forward into the pale pool of light in front of her. Her confidence had evaporated now. She began to regret coming in here with each step she took, but, she told herself firmly, She was no longer going to be a Coward. Elizabeth knew that she needed something to take back so that she could prove to her friends she had been there in the first place.
Taking several side corridors, she found herself in the old operations deck.
And she was not alone.
~
The T-810 was a highly successful model. Skynet had reinstated the use of the old T-800 models when its calculations told it that these outdated terminators were more easily constructed than the more recent models. They were far more effective soldiers En Masse, and would be useful for basic, heavy-duty work. It fixed a few of the older glitches such as battery short- circuits and slow reactions that had been a problem amongst the older models, and the T-810 was born.
This particular T-810 was posted in an abandoned section of the human barracks. Skynet had cleverly overwritten the sensors that the humans had placed here so that no alarms would be set off. It had replaced these with sensors of its own, and the T-810 knew that someone was coming. It held its laser up to shoulder height as the human approached the Operations deck. It hid in the shadowy corner.
The figure stepped in hesitantly. The T-810 ran a quick facial features scan. If a machine could be surprised, this one was.
Name: Connor, Elizabeth... Status: Daughter of John and Kate Connor... Instructions: Capture and return to base, Alive only, no exceptions....
The results showed that this was the daughter of John Connor. This was a very valuable human. As the girl approached, the T-810 lowered its rifle. This would be easy.
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Elizabeth saw the glint of metal in the corner and barely had time to register its importance as the robot sprung from the shadows.
She considered running, but she knew it was futile. It was too close. She lashed out with her foot as she wrenched her bag off her shoulders. Steel toe connected with the terminator, but the only result was that Elizabeth's foot went numb with the shock. The robot grabbed her by the shoulder. Elizabeth struggled and felt the steel cut into her flesh. She screamed and tried to get into her bag, but her fingers tripped over themselves in her rush. The robot hoisted her under its arm, pinning her arms to her sides. She had no chance. It was going to kill her. As she squirmed in the terminator's grip she briefly asked herself why it didn't kill her before. Then her world faded into black.
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The T-810 prodded the girl sharply on the back of the head as its anatomy files told it would be enough to knock the 'squirming annoyance' out cold. Then it continued back to the awaiting Skynet.
Disclaimer: I don't own John Connor or Kate Brewster or anyone else from the films or the other terminators (don't sue). I do however; own Elizabeth, and the terminator 810 and the other characters that aren't in the story yet but will be when I think of them.
~
Elizabeth Connor stood in front of her father. She was fairly tall, but not gangly. She had slight muscle definition, her badge to show how she had worked in the barracks' gym for many, many hours. She had dark, thick hair and pale green eyes. She looked too old to be 15. The girl wore combat pants and a white singlet, her army style dog tags partly concealed beneath it.
John Connor glared back at his daughter. "Absolutely no way. Those corridors are not sealed. Anything could be in there, including terminators. I'm afraid I just can't risk it." His eyes narrowed. "And you should know that Lizzie, you're to important to do these things."
Elizabeth scowled. "I'm sick of being important." She muttered. A few of her friends had nicknamed her Coward, because she wouldn't go into the locked rooms at the eastern end of the barracks. The corridors hadn't been used since the terminators had broken through the seals a few years before, instead they had become a common point to dares.
John smiled wearily at his teenage daughter. "I'm sorry it has to be like this." He hugged his daughter. He too wished she could be normal. But the corridors? Whoever thought up that plan was just plain stupid. He turned to leave, then spun around and raised an eyebrow at Elizabeth, whose hand seemed to be straying for the keys by the door. "I'd better take these away from temptation too." He said slyly. He kept forgetting that his daughter had the same attitude as himself. Kate was often amused at the similarities in their thinking. At least there was something to be amused about in these dark times. He pocketed the keys, then, satisfied, he turned to leave once more. What he hadn't counted on, however, was Elizabeth's pick pocketing prowess. Therefore the keys were gone as quickly as they had been placed in there. Unaware of this, he strode down the hall.
Elizabeth smiled to herself. She would go into those corridors. She couldn't stand not being able to prove herself. She set off at a trot towards the Eastern wing.
A cool breeze drifted under the door to the locked wing. She reached for the handle, inserted the key, twisted it then pulled it open. She locked it behind her. Another door awaited her. She hunted out the second key, and then opened the door. She saw the eerie blackness stretch into nothing ahead of her. Digging through her bag, she pulled out a small but powerful light with a flexible strap. She wired it around her ear so that the light arced out in front of her. She kept all sorts of junk in her bag; her friends teased her about that too. She always figured it might be useful. A few EMP grenades, several energy bars, a torch, a coil of rope, a fold-up thermal jacket and blanket, numerous other items and, of course, her laptop. It had a nuclear battery with about 120 years life, and she always kept a few fibre-optic cables with it. Several officers had called it a permanent accessory after having seen her typing away for hours on end.
Her laptop was her favourite possession. She had fire-walled it with the EMP anti-hacking program that the whole base used. Anything that tried to hack in was met with an automatic shutdown code. Every week the system code was changed so that Skynet couldn't adapt. It was the best system they had.
She turned and locked this door also. John wouldn't miss these keys; they only held keys for this wing and would be used in an extreme emergency to arm the automatic lasers. Her father had been paranoid for as long as she could remember.
Warily, Elizabeth took a step forward into the pale pool of light in front of her. Her confidence had evaporated now. She began to regret coming in here with each step she took, but, she told herself firmly, She was no longer going to be a Coward. Elizabeth knew that she needed something to take back so that she could prove to her friends she had been there in the first place.
Taking several side corridors, she found herself in the old operations deck.
And she was not alone.
~
The T-810 was a highly successful model. Skynet had reinstated the use of the old T-800 models when its calculations told it that these outdated terminators were more easily constructed than the more recent models. They were far more effective soldiers En Masse, and would be useful for basic, heavy-duty work. It fixed a few of the older glitches such as battery short- circuits and slow reactions that had been a problem amongst the older models, and the T-810 was born.
This particular T-810 was posted in an abandoned section of the human barracks. Skynet had cleverly overwritten the sensors that the humans had placed here so that no alarms would be set off. It had replaced these with sensors of its own, and the T-810 knew that someone was coming. It held its laser up to shoulder height as the human approached the Operations deck. It hid in the shadowy corner.
The figure stepped in hesitantly. The T-810 ran a quick facial features scan. If a machine could be surprised, this one was.
Name: Connor, Elizabeth... Status: Daughter of John and Kate Connor... Instructions: Capture and return to base, Alive only, no exceptions....
The results showed that this was the daughter of John Connor. This was a very valuable human. As the girl approached, the T-810 lowered its rifle. This would be easy.
~
Elizabeth saw the glint of metal in the corner and barely had time to register its importance as the robot sprung from the shadows.
She considered running, but she knew it was futile. It was too close. She lashed out with her foot as she wrenched her bag off her shoulders. Steel toe connected with the terminator, but the only result was that Elizabeth's foot went numb with the shock. The robot grabbed her by the shoulder. Elizabeth struggled and felt the steel cut into her flesh. She screamed and tried to get into her bag, but her fingers tripped over themselves in her rush. The robot hoisted her under its arm, pinning her arms to her sides. She had no chance. It was going to kill her. As she squirmed in the terminator's grip she briefly asked herself why it didn't kill her before. Then her world faded into black.
~
The T-810 prodded the girl sharply on the back of the head as its anatomy files told it would be enough to knock the 'squirming annoyance' out cold. Then it continued back to the awaiting Skynet.