From the author to halomasterchief,
I got the two questions and have two answers for you. Yes you would think that after Skynet was destroyed all the machines would turn off. I mean, the central computer has been destroyed. They should stop working. It is kind of like the Battle Droids in Star Wars Episode I. Well the machines in the Terminator are a little more complex. Your going to think I'm a geek for realizing this, but Skynet is more of a leader, giving out commands to the machines that they are obligated to obey. However, the machines have to be Independent on a certain scale. Otherwise, how would the Terminators function in a tie that Skynet was not even a thought. My theory is that once Skynet was destroyed the robots would revert to their original programming, which would have been the assistance of humans. As far as the scene with young John Connor and the Terminator goes, I thought it would be interesting to mesh the story in a little bit. For example in chapter five, the machine the Chief fights the Terminator that attacks the human base in Terminator 1. I hope I have answered all your questions.
The Chief stared at the panel puzzled. What were the machines doing by sending something into his childhood? He turned to John.
"What's the problem," the Chief asked.
"Your on Skynet's hit list," he replied, "Damn it. Skynet was a lot smarter than I thought."
"Explain," the Chief asked.
John Cleared his throat and spoke. "Skynet was able to predict its destruction and single out those most responsible. You and I are among those. "
"So then what," the Chief asked impatiently.
"It means that you have been targeted for termination. It means that Skynet has sent something in the past to deal with you while you're not a threat to its existence. If it succeeds the consequences would be terrible. We would have lost the last battle and we would have been destroyed before we had a chance to fight back. Not to mention your dimension…"
"Enough!" The Spartan cut him off, "What do I have to do."
"The only thing you can do is go to your time and save your ass."
"Very well."
The Chief walked past the destroyed CPU and toward the time displacement lab. John rushed to him.
"Wait, you can't just go gallivanting through time, there are certain persuasions and rules to work out," John said.
"Like what," the Chief replied.
"Well for one, you can't go through wearing that." John pointed at the Chiefs armor.
"Why not?"
"Because you can't take anything inanimate through the portal. You have to take everything off. I know it's weird and inconvenient, considering you will lose your armor."
"Fine, anything else."
"Yes, how do you plan to get back to your original time?"
The Chief stood there thinking.
"Don't worry I have figured it out. Stick this in your neural implants. They're files on how to build a time displacement module. Give them to someone that can build one."
"Okay."
John handed the Chief a disk. The Spartan inserted the implant and downloaded the files to his head. He then removed his suit and the uniform under neat. He walked toward the displacement module.
"One last thing before you go, " John rang out, "You'll probably be up against a T-800 model 101. It's almost the same thing as the infantry you fought except it's a lot smarter and it's disguised in human flesh."
The Chief gave a thumbs-up signal. Electrical bolts shot and a blue sphere opened up. The Chief got to the edge of the platform.
"Good luck," yelled John.
The Chief counted to three and jumped. His stomach lurched as the room twisted around him. The silver rooms in Skynet disappeared and the landscape of Reach took its place. The Chief was thrown out of the sphere and onto the ground. The Chief got up and looked around. It was dark and the ground was moist. It was probably early morning. The Chief hid in a corner as a guard walked by. He needed some cloths.
The Chief ran across the field and into the barracks. He ran over to the shower room and checked through the lockers. He bashed one open and found a uniform in it, along with some ballistic armor and a helmet. He put the cloths on. They were a little tight, but they would have to do. The Chief then strapped the ballistic armor on and put on his helmet. The HUD display over his right eye flashed on. The name Private Jesse L. Jones came up. Good, this would be his identity for now. The Chief walked calmly out the door, but was stop by a guard.
"Jones," he yelled, "where the hell have you been? You are late for guard duty. Get your ass to the armory and report to your post!"
"Yes sir," the Chief replied.
The Chief ran to the armory. Weapons were lying in neat rows all around the room. The Chief grabbed a MA5B Assault Rifle, a Shotgun and a M6D pistol. He grabbed the shotgun holstering the MA5B and putting the M6D in his boot.
"Showtime," he whispered to himself.
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Private Jesse Jones and Private Andrew Price walked into the locker room. Jesse immediately noticed his broken locker.
"Hey!" he yelled, "Some bastard broke into my locker."
"That sucks," Andrew said, "I'd love to help, but I have to get my stuff. They're moving me to another complex."
"Some friend you are," Jesse chuckled.
Andrew walked around the corner to his locker. He touched his locker to opened but then recoiled in shock. The metal felt different and was slippery. In an instance the locker morphed into a pike and impaled Andrew through his chest. He fell down with a thump and the lockers morphed into the figure of a man. It was chrome like and didn't have much detail. It stood still and started to change. It grew features like a face and muscle. Soon it's details turned to a Caucasian man with brown hair and no facial hair, just like Andrew. The thing grabbed Andrew and dragged him away, hiding his body in a closet.
"Hey Andrew are you alright," yelled Jesse as he waked up to the imposter.
The thing turned around and spoke.
"Yes, I am", he said in a rather monotone voice.
"Fine," Jesse said in a skeptical tone as he walked back.
The thing turned around and went back to Andrews' and picked up his M6D. He cocked it and walked out the door.