Okay, going off of the fact that the only review I've gotten so far on this fic is from my own fiancée, I must assume this story isn't catching on among readers. Maybe it's because of the strange pairing of Lucky Star and Terminator, or maybe I'm just not writing it in a manner that readers find agreeable. Notwithstanding, I already have a few chapters already written, and rather than let them go to waste, I will publish them as well. If by then I still have only a couple people interested, I'm going to stop the story and move onto other things. No point in beating a dead horse, afterall.

Anyhow, in this chapter, the two worlds finally collide. And when they do, be ready for what follows! Your favorite Lucky Star characters will never be the same. Will the future? Read on, and please review.

Konata waited a table in the cosplay café. The client looked like a rich businessman, and she hoped he would give her a big tip. She sat his tea on the table and smiled. The fat businessman smiled back, maybe a bit too friendly. She turned, and walked back to the counter. The television was on over the counter, the newscaster talking about a storm moving toward Tokyo. She sat on a stool, and watched the report for a moment. It didn't look like the storm would hit the city. Konata was glad. She didn't feel like having to walk home in thunderstorm. A woman from the kitchen brought out a bowl of soup on a tray, and sat it on the counter. Konata picked it up, and turned to take it to the businessman.

In the local police station, a weary-looking detective was walking down the hall drinking a cup of cold coffee. Another officer in a shirt and tie, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows jogged up, holding a small stack of papers.

"Takeda, Takeda!" The detective called. Takeda Kasagake, the tired detective turned.

"What now, Shimazu?" detective Kasagake asked. Shimazu held up a picture of a young woman, lying dead, covered in blood.

"Look at this. 26 year-old female, Matsuri Izume. Shot five times at close range this morning."

"I can see that." Kasagake said, annoyed. Shimazu pulled out another photograph. It was another woman, in a pool of blood on a tile floor.

"30 year old housewife, shot four times in the chest this afternoon." Shimazu said.

"Two shootings in this town…in one day?" Kasagake asked.

"Second victim's name…" Shimazu continued, "…Tomoe Izume."

"What…" Detective Kasagake exclaimed. "Let me see that." He took the reports and looked at them. He fumbled in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, drawing one out and lighting it. He inhaled, and blew out a cloud of white smoke. "Pattern murderer?"

"I have men looking into it." Shimazu replied. "Thing is, boss…they were killed in the order that their names appeared in the phone listing."

"Are there any more women with the family name Izume in the area?"

"One. A man who lives on Kabuto Street has a 17 year old daughter named Konata Izume. We've been trying to call, but there's no answer." Shimazu answered. Kasagake took another long draw of his cigarette.

"Keep trying. And send an officer there! Damn, I hate serial killers. They're always weirdoes." Shimazu started to walk away. "Wait! Give a report to the news on the second murder. If this Konata sees it, she may call us."

"Yes sir!"

A police car pulled up to the curb across the street from the Izume house. The officer looked across the street at the building. No one could enter or exit the house without him seeing their every move. If he had gotten there a few minutes earlier, he would have seen the large man in biker clothes leave the house, and walk down the street to his car with a photograph of a girl with blue hair in his hand.

Konata was tired. Her shift was almost over, and it was starting to get dark out. She wanted nothing more than to get home, take a long, hot shower, and curl up with a manga. She looked at her watch. Ten minutes to go. She walked to a client's table, and poured the man's small ceramic cup full of sake, before returning to the counter. She looked up at the television. The news reporter was now talking about the small brushfire war raging in a Middle Eastern country Konata decided she'd never want to visit.

"This just in…" The gray-haired news anchor reported from behind his desk. "Police are reporting yet another shooting incident, which left another woman dead. That's two shootings in the prefecture this day." Konata's eyes grew wide. "The name of the victim, according to police officials is Tomoe Izume, aged 30." Konata felt like she had just been punched in the gut. "Police aren't commenting on how the murders occurred in the order the names are listed in the phone book for the area." Konata felt panicked, and raced to the payphone on the wall. She threw open the phone listing, and turned page after page until she came to the end of the 'I' section. She traced the names with her finger. Izume, Matsuri, Izume Tomoe, Izume….She let the book fall closed.

"Is something wrong, Konata?" The manager asked, walking up beside her.

"I…I no, nothing's wrong. I have to make a call." She stammered. The manager nodded unbelievingly, but turned and walked back to the counter. Konata picked up the phone and dialed the police."

"Police department." The operator's cordial voice answered.

"Hi…my name is Konata Izume…I think somebody's after me." Konata whispered fearfully into the mouthpiece.

"Just a moment, ma'am." The operator said. The phone hummed with the hold signal as Konata looked around nervously. The phone clicked.

"Hello. Homicide, Detective Kasagake speaking."

"Detective!" Konata whispered into the phone. "My name is Konata Izume. I think I'm in danger or something. Don't put me on hold, I'm really scared here."

"Don't worry Miss Izume, I'm not going to put you on hold." Kasagake said. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the cosplay café on third." Konata replied.

"I know right where that is. Just stay there. You're in a public place, so stay visible. I'll get an officer there to bring you to the station, okay?"

"Okay." Konata said. "Just hurry, okay?" She hung up the phone, and went to the counter to have a seat. The evening rush was starting, and there were few seats left in the café, so she had to settle for a stool at the end of the counter, near the back wall. She sat on the round stool, straightening the miniskirt of her schoolgirl cosplay outfit as she sat. She looked around at the people in the café, studying them, wondering…

"Your shift is up, Konata." The manager said, startling her. "Sorry if I spooked you. You want me to punch you out?"

"Yes sir." Konata replied. The manager walked away. Konata looked around at the people sitting at the tables, eating soup, or drinking tea. She looked down the counter and gasped.

At the end of the counter was the man she had seen on her way to school. There he sat in the same gray trench coat, drinking a glass of something. He looked up at her, and Konata averted her eyes. Just a few more minutes….

The door to the café opened, and a tall, muscular man walked in, wearing sunglasses and a leather biker jacket. He looked around, and began walking through the small restaurant. Konata noticed the strange man in the trench coat glancing at the large biker, then back at her. Suddenly, the biker looked at Konata and stopped. It was like slow motion, the biker's hand going into his jacket, and coming out, clutching a pistol. Konata was frozen in fear as the biker raised the pistol, aiming it at her head from 10 feet away.

"Get down!" The man in the trench-coat yelled, leaping to his feet. In a flash, he had swung a sawed-off shotgun from underneath his coat. Konata fell to the floor as the stalker fired the large-bore weapon into the man with the pistol. The sound was deafening, like a bomb had exploded in the café. People began screaming, and running for the exit as the biker was spun around by the blast, dropping his pistol. He tuned, and drew a submachine gun with a long magazine from under his coat, and fired at the man in the trench coat, who dove behind the counter as bullets peppered the wall.

Konata got to her feet, and tried to run for the exit. She tripped and fell. Rolling onto her back, she saw the biker, a huge bleeding hole in his abdomen, standing over her. He pointed the MP5 at her head. She whimpered as she looked down the black hole in the end of the barrel, waiting for the shot. There was another loud gunshot, as the man in the trench coat fired four more times into the biker, the big leather-clad man stumbling back with each round striking him. He fell to the ground, turning over a table as he went down. The man with the shotgun ran to Konata and held out his hand.

"Come with me if you want to live!" He shouted. Konata looked up at him, unsure of what was going on. "Come on!" He yelled. Konata took his hand, and the next thing she knew, he was leading her out the door, and down the alley beside the café. She looked back to see the biker running after them. The man who had saved her threw open the door to an old sedan. "Get in!" He ordered, shoving her in, and forcing her into the passenger seat as he got into the driver's seat. He started the car, and throwing it into reverse, floored the accelerator. The car shot backwards through the alley. Konata screamed as the biker leapt onto the hood. Trench coat man slammed on the brakes, sending the biker over the car, onto the pavement behind the vehicle. He floored it again, running over the biker. The car backed out onto the street, ramming a van. The biker started to stand up. The man put the car in drive, and sped off.

"Konata Izume, Are you injured?" The man asked loudly. Konata whimpered in fear.

"My name is Senshi, Sergeant, TechCom. 700492, assigned to protect you." He said in a military fashion.

"From what?" Konata squeaked as Senshi raced through a red light, narrowly avoiding two cars.

"You have been targeted for termination. It is my duty to protect you."

"No…no way!" Konata cried "This is a mistake….this can't be happening! Let me go!"

"Listen!" Senshi barked. "You have to do what I say! Follow my every word and you'll live!"

"Oh man…" Konata gasped. "I don't know what's going on…just don't kill me or anything, okay?" A police car drew behind their car, siren screaming.

"Hang on!" Senshi said. He turned a corned doing 50, sideswiping another car. The police car hit a truck. Senshi turned down an alley, knocking over garbage cans. "We have to get rid of this car." He muttered. He sped out of the alley, causing several cars to lock on their brakes. He drove into a huge parking lot outside of a manufacturing facility, speeding down row after row of vehicles. He pulled into a vacant spot, and turned off the car. He turned to Konata.

"Okay, listen. You're in danger. You've been targeted for termination, and I'm here to protect you."

"Why? Why me?" Konata asked, shaking. "I haven't done anything. Why am I…targeted?"

"You haven't done anything….yet." Senshi replied. "But you will. Years from now."

"What the…what do you mean…" Konata stammered. She was confused. Everything was happening so fast. "And who was that big biker guy? How did he get up after you shot him? He should have been dead!"

"He's not a man. He's a terminator. An infiltration unit. Cyberdyne systems model one-zero-one."

"A what?" Konata cried.

"It's a cybernetic organism. Living human tissue over a hardened metal combat chassis."

"A cyborg?"

"Yeah. Advanced prototype. Hard to spot."

"Cyborgs are only in movies! They can't build something like that yet!" Konata argued.

"Not for about 15 years." Senshi said.

"Are you saying it's from the future?" Konata asked in disbelief.

"A possible future." Senshi replied.

"No…you're crazy. This is like a bad anime. There's no such thing as time travel! I bet you're going to try to tell me that you're from the future too."

"I am." Senshi said. "The year 2035."

"Okay…I'm out of here." Konata said, reaching for the door handle. Senshi grabbed her, holding her against the seat.

"Listen, that thing…that machine is still hunting you! It doesn't sleep or eat. It doesn't get tired or feel pain. And it will never stop hunting you until you are dead, do you understand?"

"How am I supposed to understand?" Konata exclaimed. "How am I supposed to believe that a cyborg from the future is trying to kill me, and some soldier guy from 25 years from now is kidnapping me to try to protect me? I mean do you know how crazy all of this sounds?"

"You have to trust me, okay?" Senshi said, looking into her eyes. There was something about him that made Konata feel she could trust him, regardless of his insane story. She thought about how the biker guy had gotten up after 5 shots from a shotgun. Her thoughts were jumbled. She didn't want to believe Senshi's story, but she'd seen so many messed up things already. She looked at Senshi. He was handsome, in a rugged sort of way, much like some of the battle-hardened characters in the anime Space War Red Planet. She guessed he was about 20 or 21 years old. It was hard to tell.

"What do you want me to do?" Konata asked.

"Come on, we have to find another car." He replied, taking her by the hand. He led her through the cars, ducking as a police car passed slowly. Trying doors, he found one that was unlocked. He opened the door, and motioned for Konata to get in. She crawled in, and made her way to the passenger seat as Senshi slid in and quietly closed the door. It was becoming darker as night set in. Konata wondered what her father would think about her sitting in a stolen car at night with an older guy who said he was from the future.

"Okay…it goes like this…" Senshi began as the two lay almost in the floorboard, inches from each other. "A few years from now, Cyberdyne creates a computer program called Skynet that is capable of learning and thinking."

"Artificial intelligence?" Konata asked.

"Exactly." Senshi said, loading his shotgun. "With military applications. The United States put it in charge of all military systems to remove human error from the equation. Skynet began to learn at a geometric rate, growing in knowledge every second. It became self aware, and began questioning the validity of the human race. Its creators panicked and tried to shut Skynet down. Skynet responded by reading all humans as a threat. It launched the nuclear arsenal of the United States against targets in Asia and Europe."

"Why?" Konata asked.

"Because it knew that the nuclear counter-attack would remove any threat to it in the US." He tore a group of wires from underneath the dashboard, and pulled two of them loose. "After the nuclear holocaust…Judgment Day, Skynet began using specially designed machines to round up the remainder of humans. We were branded and herded like cattle, disposed of systematically. He showed her a bar code tattooed on his arm. In the U.S., a leader arose. John Connor. He organized the Worldwide Resistance. We revolted against the machines, and started crushing those bastards like soda cans."

"But why me?" Konata asked. "Why were you sent back to protect me?"

"Because you're my general." Senshi said. Konata's eyes grew wide. "You're the leader of the Resistance in Japan. You manage to hack Skynet, and find every weakness in its strategy, its defenses. Because of you, Skynet looses in this country."

"Do I look like some kind of great general or something?" Konata interjected. "I mean…"

"Look…" Senshi interrupted. "They were beaten. Their defenses were broken. We were this close to winning. They had no other choice. They sent a terminator back to this time to kill you before the war." He started touching two wires together, cranking the car's starter.

The terminator drove through the parking lot, following the tire marks his target's car had made. He spotted the car, but the door was open, and the vehicle was empty. The commands were initiated by his CPU, and sent via electrical signal to his A.I., flashing across his enhanced visual sensors: Break contact with vehicle. Scan area. Search for primary target and terminate. He drove slowly down the row of cars. Hearing an engine turn over, his head snapped to the right, right toward the sound. Two heads looked out from the front seats. Primary target identified. Engage and terminate primary target. The cyborg stuck the barrel of his SPAS 12 shotgun out the passenger side window, and fired into the rear of the car, shattering the back window.

"Get down!" Senshi yelled. Konata yelped, and dove into the floorboard. Senshi sped the car backwards, ramming the terminator's vehicle, then put the car in drive and took off. The terminator fired once more at the fleeing car, spattering the side with buckshot. The machine sped off in pursuit.

"Is it him? Is it him?" Konata gasped.

"It's him. Stay down." Senshi ordered. The terminator's car pulled alongside them, one row of cars between them, and fired into Senshi and Konata's vehicle. Senshi aimed his shotgun one-handed, and fired a round at the terminator. The terminator fired back.

"Drive!" Senshi yelled. Konata didn't argue. She raised up and took the wheel, keeping the car straight as Senshi ratcheted the shotgun, and fired another shot at the terminator's car. The terminator fired again, blowing out the side window behind the driver's seat. Now without a line of cars separating them, the terminator swerved closer. Senshi quickly fired two rounds, striking the terminator's head. The robot swerved, and hit another car, sending his vehicle flipping onto its top.

"Senshi!" Konata screamed. A large truck was parked ahead, and on the other side, the factory wall. Konata stomped the brake, and the car skidded into the truck, throwing the two around as the vehicle came to a sudden stop. After a moment of shock had passed, Konata let out a frightened sob, and Senshi groaned, using his feet to push open the car's damaged door. Sirens shrieked as a dozen police cars bore down on them from all directions. Senshi grabbed the shotgun.

"No! Don't!" Konata pleaded. Senshi looked at her, and threw the shotgun onto the pavement. He climbed out as the police cars stopped, encircling them. He helped Konata out of the car, and as the officers approached, barking commands, raised his hands in submission.