Skynet's Matrix
Chapter 10
The Battle
Time: 6:30 A.M.
Location: Down town Charlotte, North Carolina
Objective: Rescue prisoners and destroy Skynet base
John sat with Marcus, Harry, Kyle, Selbock, Jacobs, and a young private named Phillips. Phillips was loading his plasma rifle with the strange ammo that was used for such weapons. John loaded his gun as well. It was a regular machine gun, not as high tech as Phillips's gun. John felt it would still do him good.
Their chopper and all of the aircraft were soon over the Skynet base which had taken up plenty of space where buildings such as the Bank of America building used to stand. The scouts in the old Imaginon Theater made hand movements through the windows that Jacobs could see through his binoculars.
"The Martian brothers say that everything's in position," he reported to the others.
"Good," John said.
The planes and helicopters were all ready to begin the fight. As expected, the hidden turrets down on the surface shot up at the resistance.
"Evasive maneuvers!" shouted the pilot through the radio.
All of the planes scattered as the plasma shot past them. It hit a lone 116 plane and sent it down on top of a nearly destroyed hospital.
"NO!" shouted Selbock.
"That was used as a home for the scavengers," said Phillips to John.
"More fire!" shouted a voice through the speaker.
The chopper flew out of the line of plasma and began shooting back with their own (but smaller) turret gun that was manned by Marcus.
He shot plasma bullets down on every inch of the outside base area as he could, along with the other choppers.
John took out a plasma bazooka and aimed it at the turrets.
"Terminate this," he said.
BOOM!
The turrets exploded as the massive plasma balls came raining down on them.
"Aw, hell yeah!" shouted Kyle.
What looked like a platoon of octopuses and wasps came rocketing into the air. On another chopper, an octopus had just landed on top of it. It began to claw its way through the closed doors before it finally used its metal tentacles to rip it off its hinges. The men inside screamed as it shot at them and caused the chopper to crash down to the ground.
"Damn, that carried the Pedro patrol," Phillips moaned.
BANG!
An octopus slammed onto their roof and used its arms to reach into the chopper. John shot at it and Marcus wrestled with a few arms as one grabbed Selbock by the ankle and caused him to fall down. He was being pulled out of the chopper before Jacobs grabbed his right arm and Phillips his left.
"Pull!" yelled Jacobs.
"I am pulling!" Phillips yelled back.
"I'm sorry guys," Selbock groaned as his arms were pulled from their grasps and he was thrown out of the chopper and down to the ground.
"NO!" the two officers screamed.
Jacobs went mad. He began to shoot at ever tentacle that he could. Finally, the octopus flew inside and was about to use its arms to pierce the pilot when Marcus grabbed its head and pushed it onto the floor. The chopper shook and Phillips screamed. They all turned to see him also fall out of the chopper.
Jacobs yelled in anger as he took out his gun and screeched
"Get out of the way Marcus!"
Marcus did so as Jacobs shot the machine in the face and made it stop completely. It slipped out of the open area of the chopper and fell to the surface as well.
"Good job," Marcus said.
There were tears in Jacobs's eyes before they all heard a yell from Phillips. They looked out where he had fallen to see that he was on the roof of an H.K.
"Phillips you crazy bastard!" shouted Jacobs with joy.
"I've got a first name for God's sakes!" Phillips shouted back. They saw that he was dueling with an infiltrating unit. It looked like the usual type, but with facial hair.
"Lower the chopper!" John ordered the pilot. "We've gotta help that private!"
Down on the H.K, Phillips was backing away from the Terminator. It had a red gleam in its eyes as it walked toward him.
"You must be terminated," it said to him.
Phillips grabbed a hold of a poll sticking out of the H.K.
He held up his gun.
"Try me you f**king machine!" he challenged it.
He screamed as he ran at it.
The Terminator also took out its gun but was shocked to have to use it as a sword as Phillips swung at it with his gun as if it were a sword too.
"You programmed with fencing?" he questioned.
"No," the machine replied.
"I AM!" Phillips laughed.
Jacobs, realizing what Phillips was doing, threw him his sword that he kept in the chopper.
Phillips caught it and laughed.
"Well than," he said, putting his gun down. "Here we go!"
The Terminator was only armed with his gun that he didn't have time or room to fire. Phillips managed to punch it out of the Terminator's hand and watch it fall down into the darkness that was growing darker for some reason. The air turned cold as the Earth seemed to finally give in to not having a sun.
The people all noticed this but continued to fight anyway, on the ground and in the air.
"Now you're unarmed," Phillips observed.
He continued to slash at the machine with the rusty sword. He succeeded in cutting a gash in the Terminator's neck and torso. He stabbed and swung, keeping a firm footing so as not to fall off the H.K.
"Oh, I better get promoted for this," he muttered under his breath.
He stabbed the sword right through the neck of his opponent and twisted as hard as he could. The Terminators eyes grew wide and it began to swing at him with its fists.
Blood gushed out of the throat and the machine began to shake as his circuits started to fail it. At last, it stood there for a moment before Phillips retracted his weapon and cheered as the Terminator fell off of the H.K.
"HA HA!" Phillips laughed. "I killed a freaken' Terminator with a sword!"
The H.K began to shudder, as if ready to throw him off, but failed as he hopped onto the lowered chopper.
John aimed the bazooka and shot at the H.K which experienced the destruction of its top generator. It went out of proportion until if finally crash landed on a large group of spiders and T- 6 and 7 hundreds.
The group cheered at the epicness of their small defeat as the chopper landed on the ground and aloud the soldiers to jump out of it and run to join the ground shooters.
"Here we go again!" Marcus yelled as they all began to fire on the Skynet troops.
Wasps fired from above but were easily taken down. John engaged in a gun out with a group of three spiders as Kyle shot at the octopuses with Harry.
Marcus used the usual mini- gun to discharge at all of the T- 600s, T- 700s, and T-800s.
Jacobs and Phillips were joined by the Martian brothers who all began to shoot at the wasps in the air.
"We've gotta get inside as quickly as possible!" shouted John to Jacobs.
"Alright, 'doors over there!" he yelled over the hail of gun and plasma fire.
John raised his bazooka and blew the large double doors to smithereens. The two Martian brothers, John, Marcus, Kyle, Harry, Phillips, and Jacobs all ran inside the doors as the battle raged on.
The group of eight ran as deep inside as they could so as not to attract any attention from the machines outside. They stopped as Marcus said
"Do I hear… a motorcycle?"
They listened.
"Oh great, those motor terminators," the younger of the Martian brothers moaned. His puffy orange hair was a mess as his older brother's dark hair looked well kept but both sweaty from the nervousness. The sounds of the motor were coming closer.
John listened and soon they saw what looked like a large man riding on one of the motor terminators. It was another T-800. They aimed their guns at him but where shouted down by a man running to them in the distance.
"Don't shoot him! He's been reprogrammed to be on our side!" yelled…
"Fleming!" John shouted with relief.
"You're okay?" asked Marcus in disbelief.
"There was confusion when the battle started and I felt it was the perfect time to try this guy," said Fleming. "You see, they sent him in to kill one of the hostages a few weeks back but I used my concealed knife to stab him in the back of the head."
The Terminator turned around and showed the blood marks on the back of its scull.
"I managed to reprogram it all of these weeks and every time a machine came to give us that crap they think is eatable, we turn him on his back to make them think he's the dead hostage. I reprogrammed him to be on our side and trust me… it was not easy."
"I woke up in one part and tried to kill him," the Terminator explained as he lifted up his own shirt to show more stabbing marks.
"Great job Fleming, now where are the other prisoners?"
His face turned to sadness.
"Nobody made it but me. I was the only one to escape freely."
"We must go," said the T-800. "There will be Aerostats here any second."
"No," John stopped him. "You have to help us find the main level of this place so we can destroy it."
"I know where it is," Marcus said. "The machine can take Fleming to safety."
"Hell no, I'm coming with you," Fleming protested.
"NO!" John shouted back. "You have to go."
After two minuets, they got Fleming to, reluctantly, leave with the Terminator.
When they were gone, John and the other seven companions continued on their way. Marcus found their way to a rusty, cage like, elevator that took them all down to the factory area.
Great another factory, thought Marcus.
They searched the place before they came to a large table with many diminutive containers of nuclear energy.
"This is even more than at that place we destroyed back in 2018," John commented.
"It aint enough to wreck the important parts of the city but it is enough to blow Skynet's territory straight to hell," Marcus said.
"Perfect," Phillips alleged.
John took out the wires and began to rap them around the nuclear bottles. The others stood guard, in case another Terminator were to try and stop them.
"Let me guess," said a dreary voice over some intercom. "You are going to use those to destroy this facility. Well done Mr. Wright, well done indeed."
A large screen appeared on the wall and the face of
"Smith," Marcus observed.
"Do you know every Skynet face that appears on these damn computer screens?" questioned Kyle.
"Relax young Mr. Reese," Smith told. "I expect that the reason Mr. Wright knows about us is that he is truly one of us."
"That's a lie," Marcus yelled. "What could I be but machine? I could be a damn man for the love of God!"
"That is disappointing," Smith said. "You know, you were very close to getting yourself out of here alive Mr. Wright but I suppose that shall not be an option now. You will now be terminated."
"How about I give you the finger?" Marcus suggested.
He raised his left middle finger in fair well and shot the screen to pieces.
An alarm went over the speaker and there was the sound of machines coming. They turned and saw two regular T-800s coming toward them with barrel guns in their hands as usual.
"Almost done?" asked Jacobs with worry.
"I am done!" said John. "Let's get the hell outta here!"
They all ran in the opposite direction as the T-800s chased after them. Marcus shot at them with his mini- gun as they all ran, trying to get out of there. Marcus stopped as the others kept going.
"Marcus, come on!" yelled Harry.
"I'LL BE BACK!" he shouted for the last time.
He turned around ran at the Terminators.
He threw down the mini gun and punched one machine in the face. Its partner tried to help as Marcus brought it onto the floor. He then leaped onto the second Terminator and began bending its head back and forth until
CRACK
The head fell off of the machine and it along with Marcus fell to the floor. Marcus was about to get up when he was grabbed from behind by the other Terminator. It picked him off of his feet and tossed him dangerously close to the large pool of lava.
Marcus tried to keep himself away from the over powering heat as the T- 800 came back for more.
Marcus got to his feet once again and charged. They both wrestled around, trying to push each other into the lava. The thick lava in the tubes on the ceiling couldn't kill a T- 800 but the pool of unprocessed lava would melt them to nothing. Marcus groaned as he and the Terminator began to inch closer and closer to the lava pool. Suddenly and quick as a flash, Marcus was cuffed in the face by the other machine. He stumbled as he felt his nose break. Blood dripped down his face as he fell next to the lava pool. The T- 800 seemed to have won as it raised its foot to step on Marcus and kick him into the lava when
BANG, BANG, BANG!
Three loud gun shots echoed as the Terminator was shot in the back of the head. Still not dead, it wheeled around to face
"Kyle!" Marcus yelled.
"Take this you son of a bitch!" Kyle screamed as he shot the machine three more times and caused it to trip over Marcus and fall into the lava pool. The left arm was the last thing to sink into the lava as fire erupted around it. After the last finger had sunk, Marcus rose to his feet and ran to young Kyle.
"Good job kid," he said. "I owe you my life. Let's get you home to Star."
He dragged Kyle out of the factory as fast as possible.
For ten minuets they ran through the base until they saw a double door that had a helicopter in front. Marcus and Kyle ran outside and jumped onto the chopper which rose high into the air. John and the others grabbed Marcus and Kyle to keep them from falling. There were some other soldiers that Marcus didn't recognize on the plane.
"I told you I'd be back," Marcus reminded Harry.
John took out the detonator and handed it to Phillips.
"I got to blow up the last one," he said. "Take it."
Private Phillips took it and flipped the safety switch off. He took one last look at the building to make sure none of their men were down there. He saw that it was safe and that it was time for Charlotte to be free.
"I want my city back you f**king machines," he said.
He pressed the button.
BEEB
BOOOOOOOOM!
The large explosion that resulted in destruction of the Skynet base caused the helicopter to shake.
The others applauded. In Charlotte the war was practically over, and even though there would be more fights against the machines, there would always be the promise land of Zion and Charlotte, North Carolina.