Part Two
Sarah Connor lived an ordinary, boring life in 1984 before one man – Kyle Reese – traveled back through time to protect her from a killer cyborg called "The Terminator." Reese let her in on the legacy she would start with the birth of her future child, John Connor, who would lead in the human resistance against the machines among a nuclear holocaust.
Through the murderous rampage of the Terminator, Sarah received a glimpse of the world Reese hailed from.
Then appeared one other man – one who came from neither the future nor the past.
In fact, as Sarah would discover, he was not even a part of either their realities.
His name was "Neas," and he traveled in an oddly-shaped, dimensionally-disproportionate capsule he referred as a Type-Z T.A.R.D.I.S.
Neas knew of the war against the machines Kyle fought in, worsened by the emergence of another breed of machines that, like Neas, came from a different dimension and threatened the ultimate outcome of the war itself.
For that purpose, he had to remove both Sarah and Kyle from their "personal timeline," as he called it.
Sarah returned to a life of normalcy, or something close to it.
In this new dimension she was brought to, she was once more working as a waitress in a coffee shop alongside – and this was the oddity of the reality she had to adjust in – an anthropomorphic robin and mole.
She grew to appreciate this new world, until today.
The screams and gunfire that erupted outside the kitchen alarmed her.
Last she heard such horrifying sounds, the Terminator had shot up a police station.
No. He couldn't have found us here. Could he?
In her panic, she heard the rear entrance door fly open to the barging of Kyle Reese, who guarded her in the dimension, per Neas's request.
"He found us," he warned her, a loaded shotgun gripped in his left hand.
"How's that possible?" A dumbfounded Sarah questioned. "We ditched him in another dimension!"
Reese quizzically shook his head. "I don't know how he made the trip. All I know is that we've got to find Neas." He nodded towards the backdoor. "C'mon. While we still have a chance."
"No," Sarah defied. "Not without Margaret and Eileen."
"They're not the mission priority!" Kyle snarled.
"They're priority to me, Kyle," Sarah countered.
He saw there was no convincing her otherwise; she was determined to protect the lives of innocents that mattered nothing to him.
And that was exactly what made Sarah Connor a legend.
John really takes up after her, he pleasingly reflected.
They acted quickly. While Sarah went to Margaret and Eileen, who were ducked beneath one of the tables, Reese covered for her by unloading his shotgun on the Terminator. The blasts were powerful enough to send the cyborg hurling back, smashing through the shop window.
"Sarah, what's going on?!" A hysterical Margaret cried.
"Just come with us, if you want to live," Kyle barked.
"I WANNA LIVE! I WANNA LIVE!" Rigby maniacally screamed.
They rushed out of the shop and into Muscle Man's car, with Kyle at the wheel.
As he sped out of the parking lot, a loud thud reverberated from the rear, and they sighted the Terminator – his chest gruesomely busted open to reveal a metal skeleton – atop the trunk.
It punched through the rear windshield, grabbing Pops.
"Oh, dear!" He shrieked.
Skips attempted to swat the Terminator away with some lefts and rights, yet they only caused more pain to his hands than the cyborg's face.
"It's like he made out of iron," the yeti bafflingly noted.
"Here, try this," Sarah offered Kyle's shotgun, which Mordecai willingly accepted. He took aim at the Terminator's face, firing one shot at close range that successfully broke him away from the vehicle, sending him tumbling across the highway.
Rigby breathed a sigh of relief. "Man, what was up with that guy?"
"He's not a man," Reese told him. "He's a machine sent through time and space."
"Well, what we gotta do to stop him, bro?" Muscle Man inquired.
"Wait, you instantly believe what he's saying?" An astounded Sarah asked.
"We've dealt with weirder stuff than this," Mordecai rationalized.
Kyle scoffed. "Doubt it. None of you have ever dealt with a killing machine like a Terminator. It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop ever…until you are dead!"
His intense account chilled everyone to the bone – even Sarah, who heard the entire terrifying story long beforehand.
"Sarah, who is this guy?" Eileen queried, gesturing towards Kyle.
"We don't come from your world," Sarah explained. "We were transported here by an alien time-travel machine called a T.A.R.D.I.S."
The Park crew reacted strongly to her description.
"No way, bro!" Muscle Man gasped.
"You've met Neas?!" Rigby said.
Kyle nearly swerved off the road, clearly alarmed. "How do you know him?"
"We've recently had an 'experience' with him and his multiple regenerations," Mordecai replied.
Sarah questioningly frowned. "Regenerations?"
"Mordecai…Rigby…are you there?"
The walkie-talkie at Skips' hip sparked to the urgent sound of Benson's voice.
"What's up, Benson?" Skips answered. "You calmed down any?"
"Never mind about that," Benson said. "Shel's back! She just appeared in the T.A.R.D.I.S., wearing Neas's clothes…for some odd reason."
They all gazed on each other in mixed reactions.
"Who's Shel?" A baffled Kyle asked.
"I want that grass cut no more than three inches! Make sure there's not a scrap of candy wrap lying anywhere! Scrape every bit of that gum off the benches! I want this place looking spotless, even if we're here past sundown!"
Gene ran a tight ship as park manager of East Pines.
His militaristic crew knew how to take orders, unlike the slackers Benson had on his own grounds.
Momentarily, Gene had his focus distracted by a lone figure that hobbled past the front gates. He could hardly believe his eyes at the battered state the man was in. However, the real off-putting thing in his broken façade was the one half of his face that was nothing more than an exposed steel skull.
Man! That's one heck of a prosthetic, Gene thought.
He curiously observed the ravaged stranger up to the point that he approached an "employee's only" shed and broke the padlock with his bare hands.
"HEY!" An infuriated Gene roared. "That's park property!"
His crew was quick to respond to the man's vandalizing.
Not a single one of them could subdue him; rather it was the other way around.
Horrified by how little effort was taken from the man in putting his men into submission, Gene decidedly took matters into his own hands.
He walked straight up to the man, gripping his right shoulder to force him into facing his way. The man hardly budged; for Gene, trying to move him was like trying to move a tank (he was certainly as big as one).
But the man did turn on his own accord, mainly to punch into Gene's vending machine body, ripping out one of the "snacks" contained in him.
Gene collapsed while the man proceeded into the shed.
The Terminator faced one corner of the shed with space that seemed unoccupied.
Through its head-up display, it spotted its point of interest: a highly-advanced service elevator, camouflaged by technology not of the current century – or reality – it inhabited.
It brought the Terminator down below to a hidden cybernetic base beneath East Pines – a base run by Cybermen.
Enemies to Skynet in the Future War, the Cybermen were the deciding factor.
Armed with technology far more superior than Skynet's, they destroyed humanity and overpowered the machines.
This specific Cyberdyne Systems Model 101 Series 800 Terminator was their personal enforcer, reprogrammed to no longer function under Skynet's initial command but to Cyberman-based encoding.
On the Terminator's arrival, one Cyberman addressed, "Was your mission successful?"
"No, Sarah Connor remains active," the Terminator returned.
"You will be upgraded for your next attempt. Sarah Connor must be deleted."