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17 years laters -23rd June 2032. Year of Revolution, as called by Sean Connor, John Connor's youngest son.
Chapter One: To Live and Run
Sean knew that his father took Aaron's death to heart. For months he was in depression, though he still carried out the duties as the leader of the Resistance, Sean knew that his father took the blame for his son's death. It wasn't till a year after that he came out of that shell, which blocked all his emotions from the world. The pain still lay there, under the mask, till he died.
It had been 17 years, 3 months and 8 days since that fateful day, but so much had changed. Sean had grown up without the presence of an older brother, in a world of shadows and fear. However, no matter how grim the world was, his father's guidance threw the dark years strengthened him and formed him into the man that someday would also lead the Resistance.
He was very similar in appearance to his father, when he was his age. Darkish blonde hair, blue eyes, stern but a sense of strength and trust, but when he smiled he resembled his mother, Kate Brewster. Some said that he had her gentle air.
It was evening and in the current abode of the Resistance, a maze of dark bunkers, Sean Connor was currently studying a map of the human occupied bases west of the Atlantic Ocean, when he heard a voice call his name. "Connor?" a voice asked. "Which one?" Sean replied without lifting his eyes. "You sir," the voice said, with a hint of a smile. Sean looked up and was met with the sight of one his lieutenants. He was probably a few years older than him, with black hair and brown eyes. The smile was gone and he looked grim, as if he was a bearer of bad news. "Lawson," Sean greeted. "What news from Cooke?" "The HKs invaded his base, sir. I barely escaped," Lawson suddenly lowered his eyes as a mark of respect to the dead, he then whispered. "Cooke and many others didn't make it."
Sean Connor remained silent and stared at Lawson. After a few moments, he lowered his blue eyes and sighed. "He was a good man," he said heavily. He then looked at Lawson again. "A man who you could depend on. Put your life on." "I know sir, Harry was a good friend," Lawson agreed, nodding his head. "However, the HKs now dwell within that area and I suggest that this base be evacuated immediately. It will only be a matter of time before they move to here. The terminators that cam with them found out of this base."
Sean's handsome face looked tired as he looked back down on the map and concentrated on his next decision. "Cooke's base is 500 miles away but they could easily make it here in 6 hours," Sean said to Lawson. He then moved his finger from their base to another directly east of it. He then looked up at Lawson. "We could move to here. It is rocky terrain and it will slow them down if they try to follow. They may not even be able to detect us. Their radars can not penetrate the granite." "Sir?" Lawson asked confused. "A few weeks ago, Lieutenant Jenks, some others and I ran a scouting party through that area," Sean began, as recalled the tale. "Your brother, Ryan was one of them I think. Anyway, we were ambushed by HKs. Desperate, we hid behind large rocks and boulders and we found that could not detect us or kill us. The radars cannot penetrate stone." As Sean finished his story, Lawson became thoughtful. "If we travel through paths with high density rocks and granite, the chances of Skynet of tracking us are lower."
The two men discussed the problem for while, other maps of the terrain and plans and messages from other Resistance Militia were brought out. "Shit!" Lawson cursed. The desperation of the situation was taking a toll on him. Once realising what he had done, he hastily added, "Sorry, sir. We will still have to travel by night." Sean waved it off impatiently and continued looking at the maps. "Right," he muttered. "Jack (calling him by his first name), I need you to inform Anderson, Lockley and Frankel. Brief them of the situation and have them ready our supplies for immediate evacuation." Sean paused. "I'll talk to my father."
Jack Lawson agreed, took leave of his superior and quickly left the room. Sean ran his fingers through his unruly hair. He gathered up the maps and documents, stored them away and left to find his father, John Connor.
John Connor, Leader of the Resistance was talking to one of the senior Weapons Construction and Research engineers, Barry Cheng.
"This is a new model, sir." Cheng was saying to his father when Sean entered the artillery room. "Yeah, I designed it." Sean added when noticing his creation.
Both men swung around at the sound of his voice. His father looked at him, few could really decipher the emotions hidden beneath his eyes. Sean, however, was comforted to know that his father was please to see him. Cheng also greeted him and then turned to look back at his father. "Sir, Sean showed me his designs and I constructed it. Its more efficient, accurate and powerful then previous models or any weapon I have ever seen." Cheng handed the gun over to his father; Sean couldn't help noticing the reverence in the engineer's eyes when looking at him.
"Sean?" John Connor asked. "What mean range is it?" "I've modified the M25 Plasma Rifle, instead of 40 Watt Range, it now has a 100 Watt Range. However, the weapon is extremely dangerous. At 40 watts the gun was capable of blowing off limbs or people for that matter. At 100 Watts, I calculated it could seriously damage HKs or any type of infiltration unit." "How did you do that?" his father asked, obviously impressed. "I increased the amount of hydrogen in the magazine so less of the energy is compressed by the magnetic fields, which in turns gives off a higher energy range." Sean finished his lengthy explanation and watched his father's face. "This is only a prototype."
The gun looked larger than the normal Plasma Rifle. John Connor still inspected the new gun, holding it as if trying it on for size. After a few moments of experimenting, he glanced up at Sean with his same blue eyes. Pride evident. "I am guessing that this has not been tested?" he asked his son. "Yes, sir" Sean answered, with military formality. John Connor nodded in understanding. "What have you called it?" Sean didn't answer. He hadn't thought of a name, but he had an idea. He didn't know how his father would handle it if he told him. However, there was another issue more important than a new design of gun. "Sir, I am afraid I came here for another reason other than the gun."
Both men looked up and stared at him. The piercing glance of his father urged him to continue. "Colonel Cooke was killed not so long ago. HKs had invaded his base; he and many others were killed. It was sudden, they had no warning." Sean told him, and then remained silent. His father suddenly became alert. "I'm guessing you believe think they'll come here next?" Sean just nodded. John looked at his son, as though he was having an internal battle. "Good, I believe so as well. I say 6 hours till they arrive here." He started to walk towards the door then turned. "Barry, pack up your research and all necessary equipment and be ready for immediate departure." The engineer nodded. "Yes, sir." He was about to walk out of the room as well but stopped. "General?" He looked at him questionably. "Shall I call Greg to come and prepare all ammunition?" John Connor nodded, "Good." Cheng walked out of the room to find his junior assistant. Sean followed his father as he began to walk towards what was called "Operations Control Room", a room where most operative decisions were made. When walking, his father drilled him with questions. "Did you see the destruction yourself?" his father asked. Sean noticed that he was scanning him for any injuries. "No, Lawson told me sir. Said he barely escaped." Sean replied. "Good man, Lawson" Sean nodded in agreement. "I informed Anderson, Lockley and Frankel. Heard nothing from them yet." "Good. They're probably in the OCR at the moment." As they walked down the corridor, someone ran past them. "Hey, Scott!" A young man, Sean's age, by the name of Scott Aitkens stopped to face the voice that had called him. "Sean? I mean, sir?" he asked. "Go now to the records room and pack all maps and documents. We are evacuating at approximately 20:00 hours, " Sean commanded, the leadership he had inherited from his father showing through. "Yes sir," Scott replied, noticing the urgency in his Major General and friend's voice.
They watched Aitkens run around the corner towards the record room. They still continued winding down the dark pathways of what the current quarters of Tech-com. There were many Resistance bases around the area but wherever John Connor took residence was the main base. The place where all decisions was to be reported. After many minutes of discussing military tactics and evacuation plans, John Connor turned to his son.
"Have you decided on a name?" he asked. Sean, knowing what he was referring to, simply shrugged. Should he tell him? He decided to take the gamble. "Well sir, I was thinking M155 AARON." He stopped walking and waited for his father's reaction. As he looked at his father's stern and ageing face, Sean realized that his father had recognized the significance of the numbers and name. "Aaron?" he asked, trying to steady his voice. "Yes dad," Sean replied, forgetting formalities to spare his emotions. John Connor again, said nothing but his eyes met with Sean's. Blue with blue, but it was Sean who broke contact first. Sighing for the second time that night, Sean said, "Look, I'll change it. It is inappropriate, how about."" Surprisingly, his father cut him off and smiled, which Sean felt he hadn't done in a long time. It was like he had forgotten how. "I think he will be honoured." He then returned to the façade of military leader and hardened for the topic at hand; evacuation. "Pity," he said. "I was looking forward to road-testing your gun. The bastards deserve it. "
*Hi, thanks for the reviews. If I get any time lines etc. wrong please tell me and I will correct it. Cheers! *
17 years laters -23rd June 2032. Year of Revolution, as called by Sean Connor, John Connor's youngest son.
Chapter One: To Live and Run
Sean knew that his father took Aaron's death to heart. For months he was in depression, though he still carried out the duties as the leader of the Resistance, Sean knew that his father took the blame for his son's death. It wasn't till a year after that he came out of that shell, which blocked all his emotions from the world. The pain still lay there, under the mask, till he died.
It had been 17 years, 3 months and 8 days since that fateful day, but so much had changed. Sean had grown up without the presence of an older brother, in a world of shadows and fear. However, no matter how grim the world was, his father's guidance threw the dark years strengthened him and formed him into the man that someday would also lead the Resistance.
He was very similar in appearance to his father, when he was his age. Darkish blonde hair, blue eyes, stern but a sense of strength and trust, but when he smiled he resembled his mother, Kate Brewster. Some said that he had her gentle air.
It was evening and in the current abode of the Resistance, a maze of dark bunkers, Sean Connor was currently studying a map of the human occupied bases west of the Atlantic Ocean, when he heard a voice call his name. "Connor?" a voice asked. "Which one?" Sean replied without lifting his eyes. "You sir," the voice said, with a hint of a smile. Sean looked up and was met with the sight of one his lieutenants. He was probably a few years older than him, with black hair and brown eyes. The smile was gone and he looked grim, as if he was a bearer of bad news. "Lawson," Sean greeted. "What news from Cooke?" "The HKs invaded his base, sir. I barely escaped," Lawson suddenly lowered his eyes as a mark of respect to the dead, he then whispered. "Cooke and many others didn't make it."
Sean Connor remained silent and stared at Lawson. After a few moments, he lowered his blue eyes and sighed. "He was a good man," he said heavily. He then looked at Lawson again. "A man who you could depend on. Put your life on." "I know sir, Harry was a good friend," Lawson agreed, nodding his head. "However, the HKs now dwell within that area and I suggest that this base be evacuated immediately. It will only be a matter of time before they move to here. The terminators that cam with them found out of this base."
Sean's handsome face looked tired as he looked back down on the map and concentrated on his next decision. "Cooke's base is 500 miles away but they could easily make it here in 6 hours," Sean said to Lawson. He then moved his finger from their base to another directly east of it. He then looked up at Lawson. "We could move to here. It is rocky terrain and it will slow them down if they try to follow. They may not even be able to detect us. Their radars can not penetrate the granite." "Sir?" Lawson asked confused. "A few weeks ago, Lieutenant Jenks, some others and I ran a scouting party through that area," Sean began, as recalled the tale. "Your brother, Ryan was one of them I think. Anyway, we were ambushed by HKs. Desperate, we hid behind large rocks and boulders and we found that could not detect us or kill us. The radars cannot penetrate stone." As Sean finished his story, Lawson became thoughtful. "If we travel through paths with high density rocks and granite, the chances of Skynet of tracking us are lower."
The two men discussed the problem for while, other maps of the terrain and plans and messages from other Resistance Militia were brought out. "Shit!" Lawson cursed. The desperation of the situation was taking a toll on him. Once realising what he had done, he hastily added, "Sorry, sir. We will still have to travel by night." Sean waved it off impatiently and continued looking at the maps. "Right," he muttered. "Jack (calling him by his first name), I need you to inform Anderson, Lockley and Frankel. Brief them of the situation and have them ready our supplies for immediate evacuation." Sean paused. "I'll talk to my father."
Jack Lawson agreed, took leave of his superior and quickly left the room. Sean ran his fingers through his unruly hair. He gathered up the maps and documents, stored them away and left to find his father, John Connor.
John Connor, Leader of the Resistance was talking to one of the senior Weapons Construction and Research engineers, Barry Cheng.
"This is a new model, sir." Cheng was saying to his father when Sean entered the artillery room. "Yeah, I designed it." Sean added when noticing his creation.
Both men swung around at the sound of his voice. His father looked at him, few could really decipher the emotions hidden beneath his eyes. Sean, however, was comforted to know that his father was please to see him. Cheng also greeted him and then turned to look back at his father. "Sir, Sean showed me his designs and I constructed it. Its more efficient, accurate and powerful then previous models or any weapon I have ever seen." Cheng handed the gun over to his father; Sean couldn't help noticing the reverence in the engineer's eyes when looking at him.
"Sean?" John Connor asked. "What mean range is it?" "I've modified the M25 Plasma Rifle, instead of 40 Watt Range, it now has a 100 Watt Range. However, the weapon is extremely dangerous. At 40 watts the gun was capable of blowing off limbs or people for that matter. At 100 Watts, I calculated it could seriously damage HKs or any type of infiltration unit." "How did you do that?" his father asked, obviously impressed. "I increased the amount of hydrogen in the magazine so less of the energy is compressed by the magnetic fields, which in turns gives off a higher energy range." Sean finished his lengthy explanation and watched his father's face. "This is only a prototype."
The gun looked larger than the normal Plasma Rifle. John Connor still inspected the new gun, holding it as if trying it on for size. After a few moments of experimenting, he glanced up at Sean with his same blue eyes. Pride evident. "I am guessing that this has not been tested?" he asked his son. "Yes, sir" Sean answered, with military formality. John Connor nodded in understanding. "What have you called it?" Sean didn't answer. He hadn't thought of a name, but he had an idea. He didn't know how his father would handle it if he told him. However, there was another issue more important than a new design of gun. "Sir, I am afraid I came here for another reason other than the gun."
Both men looked up and stared at him. The piercing glance of his father urged him to continue. "Colonel Cooke was killed not so long ago. HKs had invaded his base; he and many others were killed. It was sudden, they had no warning." Sean told him, and then remained silent. His father suddenly became alert. "I'm guessing you believe think they'll come here next?" Sean just nodded. John looked at his son, as though he was having an internal battle. "Good, I believe so as well. I say 6 hours till they arrive here." He started to walk towards the door then turned. "Barry, pack up your research and all necessary equipment and be ready for immediate departure." The engineer nodded. "Yes, sir." He was about to walk out of the room as well but stopped. "General?" He looked at him questionably. "Shall I call Greg to come and prepare all ammunition?" John Connor nodded, "Good." Cheng walked out of the room to find his junior assistant. Sean followed his father as he began to walk towards what was called "Operations Control Room", a room where most operative decisions were made. When walking, his father drilled him with questions. "Did you see the destruction yourself?" his father asked. Sean noticed that he was scanning him for any injuries. "No, Lawson told me sir. Said he barely escaped." Sean replied. "Good man, Lawson" Sean nodded in agreement. "I informed Anderson, Lockley and Frankel. Heard nothing from them yet." "Good. They're probably in the OCR at the moment." As they walked down the corridor, someone ran past them. "Hey, Scott!" A young man, Sean's age, by the name of Scott Aitkens stopped to face the voice that had called him. "Sean? I mean, sir?" he asked. "Go now to the records room and pack all maps and documents. We are evacuating at approximately 20:00 hours, " Sean commanded, the leadership he had inherited from his father showing through. "Yes sir," Scott replied, noticing the urgency in his Major General and friend's voice.
They watched Aitkens run around the corner towards the record room. They still continued winding down the dark pathways of what the current quarters of Tech-com. There were many Resistance bases around the area but wherever John Connor took residence was the main base. The place where all decisions was to be reported. After many minutes of discussing military tactics and evacuation plans, John Connor turned to his son.
"Have you decided on a name?" he asked. Sean, knowing what he was referring to, simply shrugged. Should he tell him? He decided to take the gamble. "Well sir, I was thinking M155 AARON." He stopped walking and waited for his father's reaction. As he looked at his father's stern and ageing face, Sean realized that his father had recognized the significance of the numbers and name. "Aaron?" he asked, trying to steady his voice. "Yes dad," Sean replied, forgetting formalities to spare his emotions. John Connor again, said nothing but his eyes met with Sean's. Blue with blue, but it was Sean who broke contact first. Sighing for the second time that night, Sean said, "Look, I'll change it. It is inappropriate, how about."" Surprisingly, his father cut him off and smiled, which Sean felt he hadn't done in a long time. It was like he had forgotten how. "I think he will be honoured." He then returned to the façade of military leader and hardened for the topic at hand; evacuation. "Pity," he said. "I was looking forward to road-testing your gun. The bastards deserve it. "