A/N: Alright, I'm back! Sorry it took a bit longer than I expected…but I had some technical difficulties. (Of which are explained in the end A/N)
Just in case the last chapter wasn't clear enough, here's a short summary:
After defeating Skynet in 2029, two soldiers end up accidentally finding a mini base underneath the streets of Chicago. Inside they uncover Skynet's final plan:
To terminate the distant ancestors of John Connor as their only hope of survival. The soldiers sent back a T-850 to stop this plan disguised as a 3rd class passenger on board the Titanic.
Enjoy!
A beautiful blue sky set over the bustling city of Southampton.
Seagulls flew overhead, seemingly skimming the sky's white clouds.
Beautiful emerald green trains pulled into stations with mostly wealthy individuals exiting, horses and carriages clattered up and down the people cluttered streets.
The air buzzed with bustling electricity as crowds all traveled to one destination. People of all different classes, colors and ages were making their way to man's finest creation.
The largest vehicle in existence, rivaling America's Empire State Building in sheer size.
The R.M.S Titanic.
In a small, desolate alleyway, behind an abandoned building, history was about to change.
Pieces of trash and discarded garbage began to blow away, as a draft of wind overtook the alleyway.
Small, Frankenstein styled lightning bolts cracked and struck the walls of the alleyway as a bright energy ball formed mid-air.
Like a bubble, the ball seemed to almost pop, as the T-850 fell out of the air, but recorected it's fall trajectory and landed standing up.
The machine's 400 pounds of weight multiplied by its 20 foot drop from the air resulted in a huge hole in the brick floor.
He walked out of the alleyway, he could sense the wind blowing against his human flesh. His blonde hair flowed in the wind.
The Terminator took this one moment to himself, knowing that once he accomplished his first priority, his mission would begin and he would no longer live for himself, but this was nothing new.
A Terminator, whatever model, could never exist for itself. It always needed a mission. And this machine had his.
He walked down the streets, lifelessly confident, having no concern nor care of his nakedness.
He then merged onto the more busy streets. Women gasped loudly and men laughed and hooted as they yelled out things at the machine.
"What happened mate? The britches got too tight?! HAHA!" One yelled.
"Get back to the whore house! Ya freak!" Yelled another.
Having no care, the machine continued walking, as his HUD map led him to his first contact location. Drawing closer in latitude and longitude. He finally cut over to the waterfront port, of which was the busiest street in the whole city.
He cut through the crowds as people stared at him, but their attention quickly cut back to what they were focused on. The bar now only stood a few feet in front of him, then he walked in.
The door swung open as the bell alerted the bartender to someone's presence. He looked over to welcome the person in, but the expression on his face completely changed from a smile to utter shock.
His mouth hung slightly open as he dropped the shot glass in his hand. The Terminator took no notice as he honed in on a table. Four men sat at the table, seeming to be in a card game.
Their cards all stood up as they hid them from each other.
A loud whistle from the colossal ship sounded through the walls of the bar and each of the men dropped their cards.
One of them spoke. "Let's see... Fabrizio's got niente. Olaf, you've got squat. Sven, uh oh... two pair... mmm."
He turned his head to the man sitting next to him. "Sorry Fabrizio…"
The man sitting next to him's reaction changed immediately. "What' sorry? What you' got? You lose'a my money?? Ma va fa'n culo testa di cazzo- -".
The first man interrupts him, "Sorry, you're not gonna see your mama again for a long time…" As he slaps his cards down on the table. "'Cause you're goin' to America!! Full house boys!"
The man next to him, of which was identified as Fabrizio yelled with excitement in Italian. "Porca Madonna!! YEAAAAA!!!"
The table explodes into shouting in several languages. As the first man rakes in the money and the tickets. "Sorry boys. Three of a kind and a pair. I'm high and you're dry and we're going to…".
He stops talking as he turns his head to look at Fabrizio, but he instead notices something behind him. He froze, standing in complete shock.
Standing there naked in front of him, an exact copy of him, but different. Unlike him, it was taller and muscularly toned. It's face exactly like his, but serious, showing no trace of emotion as it stared blankly at him. Then it did something that startled him, it spoke.
"Jack Dawson?" It inquired.
Jack stood there, unmoving, not being able to process this. "Y-yea?" Jack finally stuttered.
"I need your clothes, your boots and your boarding tickets." The T-850 said calmly.
Jack blinked and still couldn't believe this was happening, but he decided to say something. "Sorry, no can-do man, these tickets are my future and I don't intend on giving them up."
The machine acknowledged his response and quickly grabbed Jack's arm. Holding it up in the air, he squeezed his arm.
Jack, even though it didn't hurt yet, noticed the squeeze and tried to break his grip. But his hands were clamped down on his wrist like welded steel.
When he couldn't break his grip he panicked. "Hey!! Screw you man!!! I don't know who, or what the hell you are! But I won these tickets fair and square, and you're not takin' em'!!!"
Fabrizio tried to pry him off, but the Terminator grabbed him by his neck and tossed him to the floor, not hard enough to injure him.
The machine squeezed tighter as his grip now began to entice slight pain.
"Hey!! Get Off!!" Jack yelled as he punched the machine across the face with a left hook.
He however, hurt his other hand as the metal endo-skeleton underneath the machine's flesh met with his hand, twisting his wrist. Holding the other arm, the Terminator spoke again.
"I am only applying 3.8% pressure. Based on your skeletal structure, I will fracture your arm at 7.5%. However, my mission is not to kill you. So injury can be prevented. Do not make me hurt you." The Terminator said, his face sporting no emotion.
The Terminator sensed a tapping sensation on his shoulder and turned around. A big, burly Irish man stood staring at him eye to eye.
"Now listen here, the man runnin' this establishment ain't comfortable with you walkin' in here all free-like with no clothes. But the fact that you're harrasin' customers is unacceptable. Now get outta here, r'else I reckon'll have to remove you." He said, as he gestured to a holstered gun on his hip.
The Terminator released Jack's arm and fully turned around, now facing the man entirely.
The T-850 scanned the man and its red HUD system began to display data on him.
Species: Human
Threat Level: 3
Weapon: Colt 45 Revolver
Height: 6,1
Weight: 325 lbs
The Terminator gripped the holster and its gun, and within a fraction of a second, snatched both of them off of the man's hip, tearing it from his belt.
The burly man stood in shock at both the speed and strength of the man. "How?…that was pure cowhide leather…"
The machine said nothing as it turned back around. "Now I'll ask one more time…I need your clothes, your boots and your boarding tickets.." It said, still calmly.
Jack, having the look of defeat on his face, surrendered his tickets to the machine. He started unbuttoning his shirt. His face red with embarrassment.
The T-850 stepped outside, now clothed in the periodically correct wair. He took a second to capture the sight of the Titanic, in its full glory.
Knowing its fate, it all felt somewhat strange to the machine as he knew the fate of all of these crowds of people before him.
But it was not his concern. He had been assigned to protect Mara Conniere, and that was his only care.
Now the only question left was: Where was she? He sifted through the crowd with his retinal scanners but couldn't find her. The machine suddenly made an analogy.
If he found the T-1000 before it finds Conniere and kills it, then he wouldn't have to go through the struggle of finding her. Searching back through his Mission Objective File, the T-1000's DNA donor was Rose Dewwit Bauketer.
The T-1000 would go for her first, kill her, and take her identity as a first class passenger.
Same Time: 3 City Blocks Away: Queens Park
The streets of Southampton bustled with horses and people walking to and from their destination when a flash of light brightened the city street.
The people came to a halt as a bright blue sphere formed in the middle of the road, lighting crackling all around it.
The sphere faded away as a dark silhouette appeared, standing in a small crater in the stone floor.
Standing up, the figure came into view, revealing a petite, red haired female.
She stood in the middle of the street, stark-naked.
People gasped and stared. Some with shock, some with bewilderment and some with bad thoughts.
She looked around for a moment, seemingly scanning the environment before walking away, her destination set in mind.
Passing through alleyways and steetsides, she made her way toward the ship, unfazed by the surrounding environment.
The same drunken men that the T-850 had passed were still fooling around by the carriage house.
The first one, a British man, saw her and squinted. "Hey George…it seems we have another one of those nude walkers. Is it a trend now?"
The second one, a Scottish man apparently named George, smirked and walked up placing himself in front of her.
"Ay there lassie… What's a dove like yourself doin' around here with no clothes? You lookin' for a good time?" He smirked, deviously.
The woman simply stared at him, wearing a blank expression.
"Hmm…a silent one… well I think I know how to make this little dove sing…" He said, reaching for her hair.
Faster than the blink of an eye, she grabbed his wrist in her left hand and snapped it.
The man yelped in pain as he fell to the floor, clutching his broken arm. "Blimey!!" The British man exclaimed in surprise as he ran over to help his friend up from the floor.
The woman stood there, allowing him to pick him up. As he did, the Scottish man reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.
The British man yelled out a "No!" as he tried to stop him, but he thrust the knife into the woman's stomach with a wretched expression, expecting to see blood.
But the woman didn't even blink, pulling the knife out of her stomach and holding it up to their face.
To their even bigger surprise, she spoke. "This is a very nice knife…" She said, grinning sweetly.
The men didn't quite know how to react before she suddenly said, "Would you like to see mine?"
The men didn't say anything, being too afraid to. She pointed her hand up in the air. Her fingers suddenly meshed into one, elongating and becoming a sharp, silver blade.
They both stared in fright as she grinned. "Should I stab you, now?"
They both shook their heads violently, pleading for mercy.
She tilted her head, saying, "Alright…then get lost…"
The two men didn't hesitate for even a second, running for their life.
The T-1000 grinned, forming her blade back into a hand and began walking forward again before a red and gold automobile drove past her, speeding towards its destination.
As she looked through the windows, she saw her target. A red haired female as well, wearing a fanciful hat and dress.
She began running after the vehicle, quickly catching up to its 25 MPH speed as a T-1000 could run at 40 MPH.
The driver of the car looked in his rearview and saw the naked woman, bolting toward the car. Shocked, he sped up, trying to lose her.
However, due to the 25 Horsepower engine carrying four individuals, it wasn't able to accelerate fast enough. The T-1000 leaped onto the side railing of the car and grabbed the driver, throwing him off.
She slammed on the brake as the vehicle lurched forward, coming to a very slow stop. Not stopping nearly fast enough, she turned it hard right, crashing into a fruit cart.
She ripped the door off and grabbed the red haired female faster, pulling her out of the car and into a nearby alley way as the girl screamed.
The woman's fiance's bodyguard ran out of the vehicle, clutching his silver M1911 and ran into the alleway, only to find the woman with the hat sitting on the floor clutching her head.
"Ms. Rose! Are you alright?! Where is the scoundrel that did this?" He said, kneeling down next to her.
The woman, apparently named Rose, groaned, holding her head. "I'm fine… I don't quite know what happened to the person… they seemed to run away once they saw you around the corner."
The bodyguard helped her to her feet and escorted her back to her fiance, Cal.
"My love, are you quite alright?" He said, holding her arms.
"Yes…" She said.
Her mother ran to her and held her within her arms but seemed strangely unbothered by having just been attacked.
"Marvelous. Oh..but now what will I do about the car?" Cal moaned, looking at the destroyed automobile.
"Nevermind that. We'll fill out a claim on board the ship. Now I suggest we go, or we'll miss it." She said.
"... Alright… If you say so." He sighed, beckoning for the White Star Line workers that were nearby.
"My god, sir. Are the lot of you okay?" One asked, genuinely concerned.
"Nevermind that, just load our luggage onto the ship please. We wouldn't miss this trip for the world." He said arrogantly.
"I… Yesir." The worker nodded, obediently grabbing the luggage cases with another worker.
After the three workers had gathered the luggage in their arms, seemingly struggling to carry it all, they all began walking down the street towards the boarding gangplanks.
The crowds bustled and clammored around, making it difficult to even hear one's thoughts.
Passengers from on board the decks of the ship shouted and waved to the people down below, each excited for their maiden voyage…and each unaware of what awaited them…
Cal, though in the presence of the magnificent vessel, couldn't help but to continue looking at his fiance. She, though having just been brutally attacked, dragged out of a moving car and into an alleyway seemed just fine… almost too fine.
There wasn't a scratch on her. In fact, she didn't even seem to care or acknowledge that it happened. But, he guessed that if she wasn't bothered by it, it must not have been that serious.
Boarding the D-Deck gangway door, they entered the ship along with the hundreds of other 1st Class Passengers to find the most luxurious on entryways. The walls were lined with gorgeous Irish Oak and cream colored Linoleum floors, each branded with black medallions.
The palate of the interiors combined and flourished together to form one of the more photorealistic sites of the 20th century.
Both Cal and Mr. Lovejoy, who were accustomed to the finer things in life, still couldn't quite believe how magnificent a boat truly could be and the fact that it was actually real was nearly unbelievable.
However, his fiance didn't quite seem impressed by any of this, like she had somehow seen a finer vessel.
"Well, Rose… What do you think?" He asked, in his usual prickish way when he wanted her to answer in the way that he wanted.
Now the thing about Rose was that she was a free spirit. She wasn't quite cut-out for the life of snobbery and politics. It sickened her, making her want to throw up every time.
It was always some sort of fancy dinner, followed by hours of mindless babble about who had what and who had more money… In fact, money was the problem with it all…
Money this, money that. Always endless discussions on how to get more money. She felt like she was screaming at the very top of her lungs…and not a soul could hear her.
But there was no use fighting it. Even if she probably yelled right there in the middle of the dinner table, nobody would care anyway. They'd most likely escort her outside and try to calm her down, shutting her up just in time for dessert.
"It's… quite nice. A tad large, but nice." She said, unenthusiastic.
"Why…you sound like you've seen better. I'll have you know this floating city is one of the most expensive places to be right now. Not even the poshest hotels have cost me quite as much to even have a First Class ticket." He said, almost complaining.
But Rose stayed quiet, which surprised, as she almost always had a response for his nonsense.
"Rose, darling. While the men get acquainted, we shall make our way to the stateroom." Her mother said, already having a steward waiting to guide them.
"Yes mother." She said, following her and the steward up the stairs.
As they walked through the halls, it didn't go unnoticed that Rose seemed preoccupied. Every time they passed a window, she glanced outward, seeming visibly worried.
The steward, seeing this, spoke up.
"First time jitters, mum?" He asked cheerfully.
Rose looked over to him and responded, "You could say that."
"Well, please feel at ease, mum. This ship's the finest in all of the world. Deemed by every professional from East to West: Unsinkable."
A/N: So that's Chapter 2. I wasn't lying when I said it was ready for the last chapter…but when I re-read it to publish it, I felt that it needed more to be deemed ready.
However, It occurred to me that as I started adding more and more, it took longer to write and I wanted the process to take at most one month per publishing, no more. Otherwise I may lose the few readers I just got, lol.
So I've cut Chapter 2 in half and after a bit of refining, will publish the other half as Chapter 3, which will be coming very soon.
As always, please tell me your thoughts, opinions, questions, observations or constructive criticism. (Just be respectful. I'm only a fan trying to write some fun stories.)
