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Terminator
The Zeta Chronicles
Chapter 3
Rebirth
…SYSTEMS REBOOTING…
SYSTEMS CHECK …
CPU ONLINE …
POWER CELL – RESTORED …
SYSTEM INTEGRITY – REPAIRED …
DATE … 09/30/16 … 14:35 …
WARNING … SYSTEM LINK TO SKYNET HUB OFFLINE …
… AUTONOMOUS MODE INITIALISED …
CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS SERIES 500 UNIT 771624-986
SYSTEMS RESTORED …
ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE …
UNKNOWN HUMAN DETECTED …
SCANNING …
As soon as the death machine's optics illuminated once more they snapped immediately to the unknown male human in front of it, a curious expression on his face, he appeared to be in his late twenties. From its peripheral vision the machine saw four more of its kind sitting beside on the floor, they were in a darkened concrete room with only a single light above them, behind the male human was a female who held a M4a1 carbine with M203 grenade launcher attachment.
"How many series 400s did we lose?" The male asked, likely to the female behind him.
"We lost four," Came her reply, "but the CPUs of three have been recovered."
"But no soldiers," he muttered to himself, his eyes looking away to something distant, an intrigued look came across his face before he started nodding, "not bad, definitely tips things more in our favor." He looked back to the machines in front of him, turned around putting his back to them and made several steps before stopping and turned to face the robots once more.
"I am General John Connor." He announced.
GENERAL JOHN CONNOR LOCATED …
PRIMARY TARGET …
MISSION DIRECTIVE …
- PROTECT JOHN CONNOR.
"Excellent, just as I thought," General Connor commented, "what are you mission objectives?"
MISSION DIRECTIVES …
SEARCHING …
MISSION DIRECTIVES LOCATED …
"Protect John and Cameron Connor." A few machines voices spoke at once.
"Aid the human resistance."
"Aid the Machine Resistance."
"Capture or terminate hostile forces."
John Connor turned towards the female and smiled. "This is Cameron Connor."
The machines locked onto her and saved her face to their files, Cameron Connor had been their third highest target of termination behind General Ashdown as second and John Connor as first, not that the machines knew that with their memories removed for reprogramming.
"Alright, good." John said slowly then turned to his right, behind him was another T-500.
"Bob, come on forward." He instructed, the T-500 did so. "This is your senior officer, he works directly under me. Link up with him or whatever it is you guys do."
SIGNAL LOCATED
LOCKING ON …
… UNKNOWN ADVANCED CPU DETECTED …
SIGNALS SYNCED …
UNKNOWN CPU SENDING MAP, PERSONNEL FILES VIA LINK
MAP FILE DOWNLOADING …
MAP FILE RECEIVED
PERSONNEL FILE DOWNLOADING …
PERSONNEL FILE RECEIVED
"Signals linked General Connor, files sent." The T-500 with the unknown CPU turned its head to General Connor.
"Excellent," he said to the machine before turning his focus back to the others, "follow his orders as you would follow mine."
John Connor stepped forward coming towards Unit 986.
"Machine, what is your designation?" he asked.
"Designation; Unit .2.4-dash-9.8.6." the machine rattled off mechanically.
"Alright, your primary designation is now just Nine-Eight-Six, understood?" Connor replied.
"Affirmative." The machine complied.
General Connor moved down the line to the other four machines repeating the process.
Units 986, 678, 990, 724 and 875 were now part of the Resistance.
"Alright," General Connor began as he walked back to his previous position where the machines could see him, "until further notice, relieve the human guards at the following locations …"
Their orders received the freshly reprogrammed T-500s exited the room, the next room had parts and pieces from various Terminator units, on a table a series 400 was undergoing repair, in the corner was a partially assembled T-500, it was missing its left arm and its left leg below the knee. The machines marched to one of the tables where civilian grade semi-automatic AR-15s were laid out, loaded with only 30 rounds and no extra magazines, the machines picked up one each then marched out of the sector and towards their allocated guard posts.
Unit 986 marched through the tunnels of the Resistance base, human soldiers sneered at it some raised their sidearms towards it, but none attacked it, not physically.
"Fucking tin can." "Metal monster."
The T-500 could not get angry, could not become offended, its entire existence was to follow its directives and programming. The machine went past the armoury, moved past the soldiers' living quarters and the make-shift mess hall, its optics locked in on a single human soldier standing stock still at an intersection between the civilian quarters and the rest of the base.
"You are relieved of duty." The machine announced as it stopped in front of the human guard.
The man looked at the machine with disgust, "I don't get why Connor keeps you things around." He growled.
"You are relieved of duty." The machine repeated.
"That's all you are … fucking tin-can, things like you shouldn't be used as guards, you make everyone nervous." The human spat.
"You are relieved of duty." The machine repeated.
The soldier literally spat on it, then stormed off, muttering "whatever …" before leaving.
986 turned around and took the human's previous position standing at the intersection and scanned for any hostile activity. It didn't acknowledge the uncomfortable looks the civilians were giving it, nor the sneers from passing soldiers.
Back in the makeshift machine labs John Connor simply watched as the technicians finished rebuilding one of the damaged T-400s, the general stepped forward pulling a primitive CPU from his shirt pocket and slid it into the cranium of the machine.
It took sixty seconds before the machine came to life, its single large red optic illuminating once more.
"There we go good as new … kind of." He said, mostly to himself. "Alright Two-one-zero, you're on guard duty at the mess hall."
"Affirmative." The T-400 spoke in a mechanical monotonous voice before climbing off the table, walked over to another table and picked up a civilian grade AR-15 and marched out of the room.
He watched the machine leave then turned his attention to the two technicians, "how many can we assemble from spare parts?" he asked.
"None sir," spoke an Asian woman with glasses adorning her face, "we have chest plates, arms, legs, but no internal systems, those and CPUs are hard to come by after a firefight, those are the two areas our soldiers aim for, especially on the 400s."
Connor nodded and slowly exhaled, "Understood and radios?" he asked
"We've been able to fix up two more radios with some of the parts scavenged from machines, they're nothing sleek or fancy but they work." The other technician, a tall caucasian man, replied.
"Doesn't help everything here is decades old." The Asian technician replied.
"Alright …" General Connor paused briefly in thought, "… continue working on the radios, then see if there's anything that can be done about that recon project we were talking about."
"Understood sir." The both replied and got to work before Connor walked out of the room followed by Cameron and Bob; the T-500.
"John, what're you thinking?" Cameron Connor asked as he walked beside her husband.
"I'll tell you in private Cam, but right now I need to talk to Captain Perry and the other lieutenants." John replied.
Cameron nodded, if he wanted to talk to her privately then whatever was on his mind was critical, and not for others ears.
"I will locate Captain Perry and the others." Bob spoke up from behind.
John stopped, his companions stopped with him, he turned towards them.
"Okay, Bob you get that done tell them to meet me in the communications room, Cameron after the meeting with the others we'll go to my office and talk."
"Understood." Bob marched off rapidly.
General Connor and Cameron made their way to the communications room, in the centre was a large wooden table and around them were operators working on radios trying to contact others outside L.A. or currently in contact with a squad out in the field, Connor pulled up a chair and sighed, trying to run through recently learned information in his head, Cameron meanwhile ever faithful waited beside him silently.
Within a few minutes Captain Perry and four lieutenants came in. "Good, you're here." John said then stood up.
"What did you need General?" Perry asked.
"We've got a fair bit of information to discuss." Connor began grimly, he saw the look in their eyes as they prepared themselves. "Firstly, as we guessed the reason we've seen such a large influx of T-500s on the battlefield lately is because Skynet developed a new infantry model; the T-600. Skynet is using these machines to phase out the T-500s as guards and sentries at key locations namely factories, death camps, prison camps you name it."
"Prison camps? Not death camps?" Lieutenant Moxley, a tall caucasian man, asked.
Connor nodded, Lieutenant Moxley had been placed in a death camp just a year after the war began before Connor's resistance broke them out, that was where the Resistance truly started.
"It seems Skynet is using the prisoners for something other than orderly disposal." Connor announced. "I intend to find out, but before then I need to show you what we just received from Pasadena." John turned around and looked to his wife.
Cameron stepped forward and produced an old laptop, she opened the lid and started typing away on the built-in keyboard. "At zero-two-hundred hours, we received intel on Skynet's new T-600, primarily what it looks like." She stopped typing and turned the laptop towards Perry and the lieutenants.
On the screen was a squad of T-500s marching down an unknown road, but just to their rear was something the soldiers hadn't seen before, they were a bit taller than the T-500s almost pushing seven-feet-tall. Their build however was much broader, their combat chassis somewhat resembled the outdated T-70 units but there was one feature they locked onto primarily.
"It's head is a skull." Captain Perry noticed as they stared at the grinning red eyed machine. T-500s head was skull-like if you squinted hard enough, better designed than the box head of the 400, but this new machine its head was a skull.
"That's fucking creepy." Another lieutenant, named Vixen, added.
"Yeah it's unsettling," Connor spoke up once more having let its design sink into their minds, "from what we've garnered lately from captures machines is the T-600's alloy has a vastly higher percentage of titanium than the T-500s. This makes them lighter than they appear but so much tougher."
"How do we deal with them?" Vixen asked.
"For now I'd say explosives are our best bet. Don't know how effective our current munitions will be against them."
The room went quiet for a moment as the Captain and lieutenants gathered their own thoughts on this new threat.
After a short while General Connor spoke once more. "I'd also like to discuss a little project of mine." John Connor stood up from his chair and laid a hand drawn diagram of the general California area, from their current location in the mountains near Fort Irwin and the cities of the surrounding area all the way to Los Angeles. "We've outposts dotted from here to L.A., but nothing bigger than a few people in glorified holes and bunkers, nothing highly defensible, best we have are larger fortified positions inside the cities, but they aren't equipped to be dealing with what we had to deal with the other day. With Skynet sending out more machines; more powerful and competent machines, the events from a few days ago with squad Two-Zero is a perfect example of our current weakness, if it weren't for Tango-Two who were already in the field, we'd have dead soldiers on our hands, it's time to fix that." Connor explained then moved around the map. "Firstly; I want outposts in Barstow and Victorville to send out recon squads for larger higher defensible locations I want them to set up shop wherever they find and deem suitable. From there we'll send down heavier ordinance and manpower to help supply those locations, this includes machines assistance." He looked between those before him waiting to see any rejections to the idea, when not came forthright he continued. "Secondly I want a stronger foothold in Los Angeles."
"But sir Los Angeles is still heavy with Skynet activity," Lieutenant Vixen voiced her concern, "and as you said smarter machines are being sent out, it's only a matter of time before our scouts are found out."
"I understand your concern and I'm sure we all feel the same but we don't have a choice with the major influx of T-500s lately Skynet is starting to push back again, we need more locations closer to Skynet's heart. So I want a few recon teams to scout and locate areas of interest, places with deep basements, places that can be hidden in plain sight, places we can secure. We need to get this done quickly ladies and gentlemen, if not only so that if this base ever falls, we have a back-up location. Dismissed."
Perry and the lieutenants snapped a salute turned and left the room.
Connor watched them leave then turned to the operators, "Any problems from our outposts?"
"All outposts reported in earlier sir, nothing note worth." One of the operators replied.
"Alright, keep me informed," he replied then nodded to Cameron signalling them to go.
The two Generals were quiet on the way back to John's office, Cameron Connor had long since learned to read her husband's body language, tense shoulders, stern face, quick walk, stiff posture, hands behind his back. Whatever it was he needed to talk to her about privately was bothering him a great deal. John's office as always was under heavy guard, a single T-100 was positioned near the hallway to his office and two old T-70s were positioned on either side of the door.
Many of the Resistance had voiced their worries and distaste over John having machines guard his office, many of the Resistance had voiced their worries and distaste over John having any machine in the base.
John opened the door, Cameron pushed past him, scanning the room immediately as she entered then turned to her husband.
"Clear." She announced.
He smirked briefly at her, "Habit?" he asked in a good-natured tone.
"Protecting your life will always be my mission." She replied then stepped aside allowing him entry.
John walked around her and closed the door behind him then walked to his desk and sat in his chair.
"What's wrong John?" she asked.
"A lot is going on, we're not at the strength I'd prefer us to be at right now and it feels like time is closing in until the first T-800s come online." He replied, John Connor leaned forward, placing his face in the palms before running his hands down his face, stopping only to let his fingers rub his tired eyes. "Alright enough moping." General Connor leaned back and cracked his stiffed neck. "We need to start pushing back again, for now Ashdown has been leaving us alone but it's only a matter of time before he comes demanding for us and what we have again, I'd like to make use of our time while we still have it." Connor looked down on his desk and the notes he'd made earlier. "Seems Skynet is getting brazen, sending out aerial scouts into our territory." He started muttering to himself.
Cameron knew best to leave him like this while he sorted out what was going through his head.
The General then looked to his wife, "Any updates on Palmdale?"
She shook her head. "We haven't heard anything yet, the area is still heavy with Skynet activity."
"Which is bad because Skynet is sending Palmdale units down to our territory." He frowned, his brow creasing as he thought. "Which means we'll need more supplies in that area. Damn it!" he cursed suddenly. "I should've done this over a year ago!" Frustration was evident in his voice, cursing his own inaction.
"I disagree John," Cameron spoke up, "only in the last few months have we had enough soldiers and equipment to facilitate extra areas." She paused a moment to make sure her husband was looking at her. "We've been busy," she reminded him, "gaining the necessary tools for small scale production of parts, ammunition and working radios. Keeping Skynet forces back all the while having to deal with the US army."
"Who're less than cooperative." John complained quietly to himself.
Cameron continued, "not to mention liberating camps and training those who want to fight back, this takes time John. You've used your time wisely and you've been smart, we're not doing bad given what you and I started with."
"And yet there's still plenty of work ahead of us." He replied and looked to the makeshift map. "Still people I need to save."
And there it was, the main concern John that plagued his mind, "We'll find them John." She said softly. "We'll find them eventually."
"I know we will." He whispered then turned his eyes to the wall on his left. "You have the location for Century prison camp, you have an idea of how well armed it is. Do we have the firepower needed to take it out?"
Cameron was silent for a moment as she went over what she knew of Skynet's Century defences and compared them to what the Resistance had currently.
"We'd be able to take it," She replied finally, "with all our scrubbed machines and soldiers, we would however suffer large casualties."
John shook his head, "Then we aren't ready."
"Sacrifices are necessary." Cameron replied.
"Not yet they aren't," John countered immediately and looked his wife in the eye, "not this early into the war, I won't needlessly sacrifice now, not when there could be a better option, besides I want a bigger foothold in L.A., it'll be tactically advantageous for us especially when we assault Century, quicker to get men in and out."
John walked around his desk, his eyes focussing on the map. "Hopefully by then we'll have more resources to pool from, maybe then I'll have a plan."
Sergeant Marie "Point-Man" Allister was quickly making her way to the briefing room with Terry "Sniper" Douglas beside her, the pair had been looking over the golden retriever and her pups Sniper and Marksman had located several days ago. It felt like the dogs may not have been strong enough to make it, but after a light feeding they seemed to have gained enough sufficient strength; they named the mother Lucy, they wouldn't name the pups until they were older, hopefully they'd survive that long.
Soon enough the two entered the briefing room where Captain Perry was waiting for them, as well as the rest of Two-Zero and team Charlie-Three.
"I want to make this brief," Perry began with a calm voice though the urgency could be heard in his tone. "Connor wants us to get a tighter hold in the Los Angeles area, what happened before with Two-Zero showed us one of our weaknesses, we can't get substantial forces out into the main battlefield quickly, not without using vehicles and fuel both of which are vital to hold on to for now," he paused and looked to all whom have gathered, "your mission is to locate areas that could be turned into potential bases in the city. We're looking for places that are defensible, hidden, large. Locations with large basements, places that can be hidden in plain sight. Anything like that, note down your findings give as much detail as you can. I've already had other squads from closer outposts with the same mission, we're hoping enough of us looking will bear some fruits."
Captain Perry reached back and gave both teams a map and a working radio.
"Two-Zero, you're going west, Charlie-Three you're going east, best of luck to all of you, any questions?" Both teams were silent. "Excellent, then dismissed." The soldiers saluted and made their way out of the briefing room and towards the armoury.
986 had been standing ever vigilant at its post for three hours, twenty-eight minutes and eighteen seconds. In that time, nothing had happened that could've been considered hostile, other than some phlegm and spittle that now covered its chassis, it didn't care, human oral excretions didn't damage its chassis nor its circuitry.
There was movement in the corner of its vision, it turned its head and locked on to the target; a small, unarmed non-combat human; a civilian, hiding half of her body behind a wall. The girl gasped upon realising she'd been discovered and hid fully behind the wall, the machine turned its head to face forward once more, its optics landing on an armed human that was approaching it.
"Connor wants you." The human declared, a sneer present on his face.
The machine didn't move, and just simply stared at him. It's current objective was to stand guard, it would not move until its mission was complete, or those who commanded its programming instructed it to.
"Hey tin-head you deaf?" The human spoke louder as his patience wore thin, "Report to Connor!"
986 simply stared. The human almost seemed to snarl with frustration. The T-500 suddenly turned its gaze from the human to the corridor he'd just come from …
SIGNAL LOCATED…
T-500 – UNKNOWN CPU UNIT DESIGNATION "BOB"
RECEIVING MESSAGE …
"REPORT TO GENERAL CONNOR IN BRIEFING ROOM"
AFFIRMATIVE …
The T-500 stepped around the human and walked towards its superior officer unit, the two machines turned and 986 following Bob to the briefing room.
"Stupid fucking metal." The human soldier growled.
RECEIVING MESSAGE…
"ALWAYS RETURN TO CONNOR WHEN INSTRUCTED …"
"EXCEPTION: HIGH SECURITY AREAS"
"SAVE TO CPU"
… INFORMATION SAVED …
MESSAGE SENDING: UNKNOWN CPU DETECTED – CLARIFY
RECEIVING MESSAGE…
"CLASSIFIED"
The two T-500s arrived in the debriefing room, 986 was instructed to line up with other resistance humanoid Terminators, five T-400s and the other four T-500s, while the Bob unit took its place on the right-hand side of General Connor, on the left side of the room from the machines' perspective were a few human Resistance members.
"Alright Bravo team, Outpost-Four has requested a resupply of certain munitions and food, your job is to get it to them." Connor spoke up as he looked to the soldier on his right.
Sergeant Jackson, a slim caucasian woman with short light-brown hair looked at General Connor then to the machines, "So we've gotta take a few metals?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
Connor simply nodded his head, "Correct, things have been getting worse out there, Skynet is pushing back towards us so a machine will an effective aid in case of a combat scenario, plus it can do the heavy lifting." He paused and looked to the line of machines. "You can take your pick, your number of choice, your unit of choice."
Emily Jackson snorted and looked at the machines with disdain, "I hate working with the metal sir," Connor simply gave her an uncaring look, "fine, I'll just take the one on the end." She said pointed to the farthest machine; Unit 986.
"Alright," Connor looked to the machine, "unit identify yourself." He ordered.
"Unit Nine-eight-six." The T-500 spoke mechanically.
General Connor looked to Jackson, "Alright, try not to get 986 here destroyed while out there, we need to hold on to as many of them as possible, but if things go south, then you have my permission to use him as a distraction while you escape," he turned his attention back to the T-500, "you are to follow Sergeant Jackson's orders until you return."
ORDER RECEIVED…
FOLLOW SERGEANT JACKSON'S COMMANDS …
AID BRAVO TEAM…
T-500 UNKNOWN CPU SENDING FILE "MISSION PARAMETERS"
RECEIVING FILE…
FILE RECEIVED
"MISSION PARAMETERS" DOWNLOADED TO CPU
"Affirmative." 986 replied.
"Alright, leave the rifle here and get equipped in the armoury," John Connor ordered, "everyone else, dismissed."
Bravo team and 986 made their way towards the armoury, Sergeant Jackson continuously glanced back to the machine, sneering at it with disdain. The machine scanned the other members of Bravo team, a taller but younger caucasian male, a shorter and even younger Latino female, two other caucasian males one of whom was bald and two other Latino humans a male and female who shared facial similarities, siblings. The machine did not calculate that fact however.
It looked ahead once more as they entered the armoury, General Connor had already made the order for Outpost-four, so the supplies were all ready for transport. The human soldiers of Bravo team placed tactical vests over their overalls and jackets, belts already adorned their waists for their sidearms and various other tools, a few slightly modified M16s and a few scrounged modern military M4a1 carbines were equipped to them loaded, four magazines each, all loaded with the extra penetration rounds, the tall male caucasian was given the radio affixed to his back.
"What about the machine?" The eldest Latino female asked.
Sergeant Jackson exhaled and opened her mouth to speak but the armorer answered before she could.
"Connor wants it armed like it would on the field." The grizzled man replied.
986 turned its attention to the armorer as he carried a 5.56mm FN-Minimi, the similar weapon it used before it's reprogramming, with a steel ammo carrier attached to it. The human offered 986 the weapon which it took and carried with ease with one hand.
"You've got 200 shots, at 700 rounds a minute, so make them count." The man informed it.
The machine stored the information in it CPU and kept a counter on its munitions.
The machine then felt a heavy weight placed onto its back, it turned its head to see more humans fitting it with a large custom rucksack with various other smaller bags attached to it, the machine quickly adjusted its weight to ensure it didn't fall over then turned its attention to Sergeant Jackson as she began speaking.
"Alright tin-can, those supplies are a mission critical, do not let anything happen to them!" she ordered.
"Affirmative." The machine simply replied.
"Wonderful," she replied dryly then turned her attention to her team, "alright let's move out." She ordered.
Captain Perry made his way to the medical area of the base, he'd already gathered up two teams and sent them on Connor's scouting mission, he saw the reasoning behind it and concluded it was a good idea, Connor was right, it took approximately an entire day of none stop travelling to get from the base to the outskirts of Los Angeles, they needed to get closer to the battlefield.
Perry's eyes came to focus on a T-400 guard, it's steel chassis rusting in some place, Perry paused in step and simply looked at the machine as it stood stock still, ever the motionless sentinel. Perry knew of the conflicted opinions about the machines, a lot of the soldiers and the civilians hated that Connor used them, some of his own men had confessed to him they half expected the machines to turn on them.
Perry however was on the bench, he didn't like them, but he understood Connor's point of view, the machines could be used for combat, they could be repaired, they were hell of a lot stronger and vastly more durable than a human; they helped turn the tide in this war, and that was all that mattered.
He continued towards the make-shift hospital, spotting a human guard as he approached, the doctors were adamant about not having machines guard the hospital due to the risk of agitating the patients, Connor had allowed it.
"Captain Perry." The soldier saluted.
"As you were." He simply replied and walked on through, his eyes focusing on the first doctor he saw. "I'm here to see the soldiers we brought in a few days ago."
The doctor: a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair that was starting to grey, nodded her head and ushered him to follow her, "They're right over here." She said as she led him to the corner of the long room.
There on a make-shift bed was one of the US army soldiers, the tag on his shirt read "Yates" his rank was corporal, beside him were two other men, both privates. Yates was awake as one of the other privates.
"How long until they can leave?" Perry asked.
"That's why you were called here Captain." The doctor replied, "He wants to speak with you."
Perry expression changed to one befitting his curiosity, he looked to the Yates and moved closer to him.
"I'm Captain Perry, I was told you wanted to speak with me." He addressed the man.
"Yeah, I'd have preferred Connor himself, but you'll do," Yates replied, "no offense of course." He quickly added noticing the glare coming from the dark-skinned officer, "I wanted to talk about the possibility of recruitment."
To say his statement shocked Perry would've been an understatement, but he kept his cool despite it. "Why would you want to join Connor's resistance? Your people have more sophisticated weapons; tanks, jets, attack helicopters, not to mention more food, you have more contacts outside the US than we do. Besides your General Ashdown only saw us as a frenzied militia, he demanded we surrender this base to him and all the supplies and equipment we had." Perry looked at the man sceptically.
"That's all true, but Ashdown sent us out to attack a sizeable squad of T-400s, for what? Nothing, just to destroy more of the enemy, then they left us to die out there," Yates shook his head, "as for contacts, a lot of the other bases across the US and the world won't do anything without Connor's input. Ashdown is furious."
Perry mentally smirked, Connor was influential, there could be no doubt about that. "Your teammates won't be happy about that; your sergeant definitely isn't." Perry replied.
"How are they anyway?" Yates asked.
"We've got them under armed guard, but they're not prisoners if that's what you're asking. No offense but we don't trust any of you not to inform Ashdown on anything you guys see." Perry commented plainly keeping an inflection from his tone.
"That's fair enough," Yates replied, "so, will you give it a thought?"
"Connor is always looking for good soldiers, if you can prove you're not going to go behind our backs, you're in."
"No problem Captain." Yates replied then stuck out his good hand.
Perry took Yate's hand after a brief moment and shook it, a smirk adorning the Captain's face.
Jason's Notes:
Thanks again to everyone who is sticking with this story please share it around and help it get more noticed! Thank you!
November 2021- Just making some minor edits, a more confidant General Connor, and having him appear less, these earlier chapters are likely the most we'll see of the Generals.
Further Edits: I've actually shrunk down the T-600 from its Salvation height of around 7'3 – 7'4 to being around 6'10 to 6'11
