If I survive this I will find Connor and rip his heart ou...
-Gwendolyn Ingolfsson's last words
October 18th, 2010, Wyoming
Michael and Jim walked down the dirt road. Although they weren't carrying any guns or wearing a uniform they were with the movement They weren't nearby any major cities so the fighting had consisted mostly of blowing up a handful of Eviscerators that they could hit. But right now the two of them were delivering a message to another Cell. It was busy work but things were quiet and they didn't have the strength to bomb Cheyene, let alone storm a major city, so they were just going to deliver a message.
The two had started by talking about the war, then had moved on to talking about all the professional sports they were probably going to miss, then started complaining about how terrible the food was.
"You see its a whole nuclear winter thing." Jim said as he waved his hands around. "Growing crops is damn near impossible, meat is going to be even harder to get. Hopefully someones got the cows genetic code on ice somewhere or something."
"Oh man I hadn't even think about that." Michael said as the thought of a world without beef crossed his mind.
"Do you think its.." Jim started, but stopped when he saw a blonde woman with cats eyes leaning against a tree on the roadside. Her leg was twisted at an odd angle, one eye was swollen shut, and had multiple holes in her chest.
"Come here Yankees." She said after coughing up some blood. In the back of his mind Jim thought that this was not a good idea but he did it anyway. "I need you to go and get me some medical supplies. Do you live near here?"
"No we don't" Jim said. Michael was suddenly relieved that he had, because he was about to tell her that they were with the patriots.
She made a sound as though this disgusted her, but she may have just been trying to breathe. "Okay. Go to a town nearby and find what i need. If they ask why don't tell them the truth. Also, If you see a Ghouloon his name is Masha, tell him Rayner sent you and he won't kill you."
"Okay Miss. Will do." Michael said as he started to walk away.
The two of them were walking for a few miles in silence before Jim started talking. "What the fuck was that?"
"She's a Snake, She must have used her pheromones on us."
"Shit. What do we do?"
"I don't know. I'm fucking worried about that Ghouloon. I say we just keep walking and pretend we didn't see anything."
This seemed like a good idea to Michael so they just kept walking trying to ignore what happened, this time they remained quiet. They were down the road for a few minutes when they saw a Colossus and dozens of Terminators In the way. They started to run off the road when they heard Skynet's commands that they "halt and give their names."
The thought of running crossed their minds, but ultimately they decided it would probably just get them killed. Michael put his hands up and walked towards the Terminators when he suddenly got an idea.
"What is your purpose on this road?" One of the Terminators asked as it pointed the Plasma rifle at him.
Michael put on his best slack jawed yokel face and spoke "We are delivering a message to the next town, but saw a wounded Snake on the road."
"Where?"
"Oh just right down there a mile or two." He said as he motioned vaguely.
"Thank you for your cooperation citizen, this will be handled." As the Terminator said this two of its fellows walked away the direction they came.
"Can we keep going?" Jim asked.
"Yes that is fine." The Terminator said almost dismissively.
...From Argentina to the Yukon the people of the Americas have declared that they will not take tyranny lying down! We have shown Skynet and the Snakes that there is no shortage of Patriots willing to bleed and die for the cause of Liberty. I have seen whole cities take up arms! I have seen single individuals fight for their god given rights. This is something Skynet and its puppets in New York cannot ignore. Our war has begun.
-John Connor
November, 2nd, 2010, outside of Buenos Aires
Pamela Ramirez stared out of the scope on her rifle and fired. The Bullet punched through the T-800's chest and the thing seemed to just sort of turn off. She took her eye out of the scope and walked along with the rest of the rebels to examine the remains of the machines. Everywhere the soldiers were starting to strip them down for the Armor or parts. They took the weapons too but just to be sent to command. Every single rebel had thought they could just pick up a terminators rifle and fire it, and had been very displeased when they found this wasn't the case.
When they were done all the armor had been removed, all that was left was whatever gears and machinery they couldn't use and didn't hide some kind of secret that might give the Movement an edge. She ended up helping some of the other men load up a large piece of armor onto the back of a truck. She couldn't figure what it might be used for but didn't question.
Although they had trucks she and the squad ended up walking back to the city the same way the had came. The squad remained silent for the most part. everyone was starting to feel tired from the nonstop fighting they had been doing since October. A lot of people were starting to wonder if trying to hold the city was the best idea, especially since Connor had not said anything about doing such a thing. But they hadn't known what to do with the Skynet sympathizers and a lot of people didn't want to leave their homes behind, so they set up shop and started the fight.
She stopped to light someones cigarette when she saw another Terminator waving its arms over its head. She was going to shoot it when she saw it had a white flag in its hand. Why on earth would Skynet send one of its drones to do anything but fight?
She ended up discussing it with the rest of the group until it was decided that someone would go talk to it. She ended up pulling the short straw so she asked one of the men she liked to kill it before it killed her.
She walked up to the thing with her rifle still in her arms and looked at it. "Skynet wishes to make an exchange of prisoners with the group known as the American Patriots movement."
It was strange talking to it, the only interactions anyone she knew had had with a Terminator were fighting it or being told to stop whatever they were doing because it was illegal. It spoke with the same synthetic voice it always talked with. "We don't take Terminators alive."
"Not machines. Human beings."
She turned to her fellow soldiers and motioned the man who was roughly in charge, a guy named Jason, to come over. "Skynet wants the prisoners. She said to him when he arrived.
"I don't know if we are authorized to do that." He said to both Pamela and the terminator.
"You are authorized to order combatants but not exchange prisoners?" The terminator asked. This caught both of them off guard. Was it trying to be funny?
After a moment Jason spoke again. "I'll call someone."
