SECTOR 17 LABORATORY COMPARTMENT 1
"Some times, you live a life like John Connor, knowing what you are going to become. John did. He was meant to be the leader of the Human Resistance, the only thing standing in the way from Sky Net taking over whats left of Earth. Me? I never knew what I was meant to be. Not till last week. I found it all out, and I hated it. Me? I was meant to stop it all. The Resistance. I was meant to kill John. I knew I never would. But I did. Almost did. But died trying. How am I speaking to you now? I am not alive, nor am I dead. I'm one of them. I am one of Sky Net's rag dolls. Just a pawn in its game. But I wasn't going to let my death be in vain. I WILL kill Connor. You hear me? I will kill Connor. And if you'd like to live, you'd tell me where "Camp Connor" is. Understand? Good. I will give you a couple minutes to think about it. Don't disappoint me."
"What have you planned to do Carmen. Will you tell me what I want to know?"
"Screw you, you piece of scrap! I'll never tell you where Connor is!"
"Bad decision my friend. I didn't want to do this... but its time to have some extracting done."
"Give me hell if you want! You'll never get anything out of me!"
SECTOR 17 LABORATORY COMPARTMENT 3
"Is he stable?"
"No."
"So what do you plan to do with him now? We know what we need to know."
"I plan on using him as my model."
"YOUR WHAT?"
"My model, and please calm down."
"You already have a damn model! What do you need him for?"
"I am making my self a new body. This one lacks all the necessary requirements for a medic."
"You need to ask the Net before you do anything."
"It has more things to worry about."
*Grunts*
"And if I'm not wrong, you needed pyroceptic?"
"Yeah."
"Its on the 415th shelf, to the right of twelve lines, number 17x9."
"Can't you just give it to me?"
"Laziness is not good for work, and your a worker, your supposed to do your own things, are you not?"
"Yea..."
"THEN GET TO WORK."
*Running*
"Humans..."
U.S.S JACOB: CONTROL SECTION
This is General John Connor speaking, is there any sight of the Predecore? - CAMP TOTO RECEIVER
"This is Captain Qusadae reporting. And no, there is no sign of the Predecore"
Many died for this answer. The Predecore was only a couple miles away from them, going at a speed of 12.4 knots. When someone asked him why he lied, he said, "It was necessary for the mission."
"Was it really necessary?"
He simply replied, "Yes."
"Well I got work to do, see ya."
Then he stood up, pointed a 9 mm at the soldier's head, and said, "Your not going anywhere."
"Do... do you mind calling me by my name?"
Coldly, Qusadae asked, "Whats your name?"
"My... my name i... is uh... Cody... Cody Whiles."
"Your not going anywhere, Cody," he repeated.
"Wh... Why not? he whimpered.
"You are a threat to the mission, and I must terminate you. If you give in peacefully, I will make it quick."
"What could I possibly do?" asked Cody, starting to tear up.
"Don't be a fool Cody, I knew you'd tell Pam."
"I...swear I won't...please let me go... I swear I wont..."
*Shooting*
"There was never a choice, you should have given when I asked"
"Damn!"
*Shooting*
*Death wail*
*Footsteps*
DEPOT II
"Hello, my name is Carmen White, and I'd like to join you guys. I was born into one of those Grays, so yeah, dogs think I'm a scrap sheet, but I'm not, I can prove it."
"Yea kid? Alright, cut open your arm and let's see."
"Alright, lets do it."
*Sheathing of a blade*
"Kid whoa I was just kidding. And hey my name is Joe Gayle. Pleasure meeting you."
"So what do I do? Do I meet with Connor or what? Training? Brain checking? What we doing?
"Your voice is a little... smooth for a human."
"I've been around nators since I was born, what'd you expect?
"Dunno, but you'd be really useful to Connor. I hope you were one of those Grays that did the outside work. No offense."
"None taken, but yeah, I've been sorta an inside outside worker, so I know the way around the place. I usually worked at the weapons facility."
"Sweet, so you know where they keep there artillery."
"They have tons of artillery stations, but these are one of the good ones, the laser sighted plasma rifles, and lets not forget the HPAs are stashed at Sector 17."
"HPAs?
"High Performance Armor. Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Good god, I'm way past guard duty, better tell the next shift to take over, here let me show you where Connor is."
"Thank you"
*Unnoticeable metal clanking*
DEPOT II
John Connor had never met a Gray first hand. He had heard of them. They were traitors to the human race. They betrayed them to Sky net, only because it offered them food, clothing and any other things they would have had if J-DAY was never there. All but freedom. They only got these things if they did what Sky net asked them to do. Mostly making metals for its Terminators, and maybe some technical stuff, but nothing that'd let them escape or related. Carmen White reminded him of himself before the time jump. Carmen had clean clothes, was well fed, looked muscular and other things that would make John look like a lesser being if they were not in the situation the Resistance was in now. John would always have the eye on Carmen. Why would anyone leave all those things for just a cause. When John arrived to the future, he was able to take out tons of nators. But as usual they found a way to get the upper hand one way or another.
"Hello, my name is Carm..."
"I know who you are. I want to know why your here."
"I'm here to join the Resistance. I'd like to help save humanity from Sky Net"
"Right. And how did you find us? Camp Toto is Sky Net proof. How come you got in and Sky Net didn't."
"I found a prisoner. I asked her if she knew where Camp Toto was. She asked me why I needed to go there. I told her what I told you."
"And who is this "prisoner"?"
"She told me her name was Allison. Allison Young."
"Al... Allison?"
"Yeah. She told me if only I promised to help you."
"So what did you do?"
"I let her out."
"Where is she?"
"She got out and I showed her the way out. She said she'd lead me to the Camp."
"Why didn't she come here then."
"She got caught."
"WHAT?"
"I used the plasma on the a couple Triple Eights. There were to damn many."
"But will they let her live?"
"Probably won't. But I didn't let her go that easily.I got a plan. Like always"
*Sniffles*
"I plan to trade myself for her. They won't kill me, but probably give me a hell of torture."
"You really want to help us don't you?"
"Yea, Yeah I do"
"If you get her out. And your still alive. I swear we'll come for you. I promise."
"Thanks."
*Footsteps*
"And uh John. If we run out of food and stuff. I got us a stash. Only for emergencies. And a medical station for bullet surgery and stuff."
"Sweet"
*Door Cranking*
Sorry if the title has nothing to do with da chapter/story whatever. Its my first time on FanFiction. So some help would be nice :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the Terminator franchise or have any rights over it
Author: AT-2 Alpha Terminator v2.0
