Cameron gets to try out her new parts! More Terminator destroying action!
THE RESISTANCE CHRONICLES
Chapter Four
Cameron moaned again and raised a hand. John just barely heard the soft, smooth whir of servos and motors. Cameron whispered something.
"John. John," she said. John. She had whispered his name. He grasped her hand, and was surprised by the warmth that it emanated. Flesh, blood, and muscle covered the mechanical parts he knew were inside. He knew not how she survived, nor did he care, but he thanked God. There must be a God, he had decided. She whispered his name again and her hand slumped. John felt his heart flutter as her impossibly soft flesh slid down his hand, then wrist to lightly touch down on her naked body. He felt at peace sitting there, watching her rest. The doctors had done their work well. He turned his head to face Carlos.
"When will she be discharged?" he asked. Carlos pondered the question for a moment before responding.
"Tomorrow, if she is well enough. Two days at best."
"Hmm," was the response. John took at final look at Cameron's sleeping form. "Cover her."
Jane brought a sheet and covered Cameron's naked body. John nodded in approval and left the medical chamber. The soft whir of motors hummed in the elevator as he went up. Suddenly, the elevator shook and a dull thunder resounded inside the shaft. John stumbled and regained his balance. He brought his radio to his mouth and pressed the button.
"What in the name of my mother's mismatched socks was that?" he yelled. The voice of Marcus Wright spoke back.
"T-600s, sir! They've launched an all out attack on Command! They're destroying everything!"
John felt cold. Everything. The doors opened to give him a view of total destruction. Fires were spread about. Resistance fighters were trying to defend what was left. Many were dead. John sought out Marcus. He found him, fighting a T-600 with his bare fists. Marcus plunged his arm right through the Terminator and ripped the machine in two like a rag doll. Sparks emanated from the destroyed machine. Marcus spied John and ran to him.
"What do we do?" he said.
John thought and grabbed an assault rifle.
"What do we do? We kick these metal sons of bitches asses back to Hell!"
"Hell yeah!" Marcus jovially agreed. They thumped fists and stepped into the fray. Terminators were all over the place. They were throwing things, smashing objects, and beating things down. Others were attacking Resistance fighters and vehicles. John saw a T-860 lift an four wheel drive off the ground and toss it at the wall, where it crumpled and exploded. He fired at the nearest one. The T-800 turned its attention to John and Marcus and attacked. It threw itself (literally) at John and was impeded by Marcus's defensive counter-maneuver. The two clashed and flew ten feet backwards. A barrel was knocked away as Marcus spun the Terminator around like a rope lasso. He released the cyborg and sent it flying to a concrete pillar. The pole cracked and buckled, but didn't collapse. John, sure that Marcus could handle himself, pushed on into the battle.
Medic Chamber
Oblivious to the assault on the base, medics continued their delicate work on the wounded. The elevator groaned to a stop, and the doors opened to reveal a panicked Resistance fighter. He stumbled out, covered in sweat and blood and dirt. He was stammering and babbling like an idiot.
"Run! Evacuate1 Terminators!" he wheezed. An arm suddenly burst through his torso and he screamed. The flesh colored arm molded into a Terminatrix arm. Steel and chromium alloy molded together to create an almost indestructible killing machine, capable of mimicking any creature it touches. This T-X, in particular, was mimicking a particularly pretty woman with brown hair and certain chocolate eyes….
The Terminatrix slide her arm out of the gutted fighter and moved forward to the panic stricken medics. They were attempting to evacuate the confused facility. The T-X grabbed a medic, and snapped his neck with ease. He stopped screaming. She threw his body into a wall, and he slid down to the floor. She pulled a Glock from her curvy waist and fired a single shot to the back of the head of a woman. She gasped, but did not die immediately. She stopped by her side. The T-X leaned in to her ear, half closed her eyes, and whispered seductively.
"Where is John Connor?" she whispered. "Cameron" put the muzzle of the Glock to the back of the paralyzed woman's head and cocked it. She licked her ear in a sensual manner and felt a terrified shudder ripple through the woman's body. She registered high levels of heat and pheromones in the woman's body. She licked her ear again. "You are of no help to me."
She pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter sprayed her as she moved on, her hips swaying. No matter, she knew anyway. She was halfway to the door at the other end of the chamber when a shape knocked her out of the way. It was Cameron! Cameron smashed her hand into the chest of the Terminatrix with enough force to kill a normal human. The most it did was make a dent in the left breast of the T-X. The Terminatrix growled in fury and tossed the girl off. Cameron hit the wall with a grunt of pain. Her HUD indicated that the T-X possessed considerably more strength. readouts scrolled across, but Cameron ignored them. These people were in danger, and she was going to protect them. She felt the gears whine as she prepared to throw a punch to the T-X's head. The Terminatix caught the blow and gave one of her own to Cameron's stomach. Without anything to protect her naked flesh, the blow caused more damage than she would have liked. at least she didn't throw up any blood. The Terminatrix tossed Cameron onto a bed and grabbed a scapel. She jumped on top of Cameron's prone and naked body, and kneeled down. Naked flesh was much easier to slice into than garments. She crawled on top of her to her chest, and raised the knife. Danger messages whizzed across Cameron's HUD. She could do nothing to defend herself; the T-z had her knees on her elbows, and her arm on her throat. She was as good as dead.