Chapter 17
Clearing the Zones. A good Buff.
John was safe up on top of the hill with his Rifle that's all that mattered to her.
Cameron drove down towards the entrance of the Warehouse and parked up just infront of it, she opened her door and cautiously got out, her Benelli in her left hand.
Standing with one foot still inside vehicle she scanned the immediate area, everything seemed quiet, cycling through standard red Machine vision, to infra-red, she detected nothing, however something inside the Warehouse was causing her scans to be blocked, some form of electrical output.
She shifted her vision back to Technicolor and turned towards where John was situated then zoomed in as far as she could to him, she raised up her thumb to him to indicate everything was okay, John gave his reply with the same gesture.
She turned her attention to the door switching her shotgun into her right hand and walked up to it, she paused just infront of the door, she could hear a soft buzzing coming from inside, a generator possibly.
Grabbing the door with her left hand she forced it open with a strong pull snapping the multiple locks and chains on the other side.
Looking into the darkened Warehouse she found multiple boxes stacked high up some placed on a different level supported by steel pillars.
Cameron raised the shotgun grabbing the fore-end with her left hand before walking in and began her search.
The once soft hum that she heard outside had gotten louder the further she went into the Warehouse making her reduce her audio input of certain frequencies to make it tolerable and within her preferred audio levels, she was still curious as to what was causing it.
Cameron stopped when the path she was taking – a path formed by stacked crates- cut off into a 'T' section, she looked to her left seeing nothing more than more stacked crates, then to her right seeing the same thing.
She turned right marching with long strides down the path.
As she was to turn the corner strong arms grabbed her weapon and pulled it from her hands. Momentarily surprised Cameron glanced down to her hands then looked back to her adversary and immediate kicked him in the torso sending the Triple-Eight stumbling back.
Given a brief moment Cameron looked at the Triple Eight more closely, it was shorter than most they had encountered perhaps as tall as Derek, that meant it would be lighter possibly even weaker than most.
That thought processed quickly in her CPU and charged towards the enemy Machine and rammed into her with a powerful shoulder barge sending the Machine back a few feet and send it crashing to the ground sprawled onto it's back.
Cameron turned her head and located her shotgun, she ran to retrieve it only to feel the repeated impact of bullets against her body, multiple round cutting into her torso and one graving her cheek. She glanced to the side seeing another Triple Eight moving towards her as it emptied it's Glock into her body.
The bullets themselves did little to slow her down, but the fact there was more than one Triple Eight to deal with, Cameron didn't like her immediate odds. Diving to her shotgun she took hold of it in both hands and rolled forward in a ball before she pushed herself up onto her feet.
She spun around and aimed her Benelli at the second Triple Eight and fired. The Hyperalloy buckshot tore at its sick and slammed into its torso. The Machine recoiled from the hit and slammed against the wall, it looked at its wound , it's shirt and flesh torn badly from the single shot then looked back to Cameron in silent shock.
She raised the shotgun once more and aimed at its head, suddenly two large hands grabbed her shoulders, her eyes opened wide startled but unable to do anything before a third Triple Eight picked her up spun her around and threw her in the direction of the first Triple Eight.
Cameron slammed into the ground and looked up seeing the first Triple Eight move towards her, quickly she pulled out her Glock filled with Hyperalloy bullets and aimed at the Machine.
The Machine's quick analysis of the weapon labelled the pistol as a low threat, not realising of the type of bullets that were inside.
Quickly Cameron pulled the trigger repeatedly, Hyperalloy rounds exploded from the guns barrel, pierced through the machine's flesh and dug into the Machine's skull, shot after shot was fired into the Machine's face tearing it's flesh and damaging it's metal before a single shot pierced through its metal cranium and obliterated it's chip making the Machine drop to the floor.
The other two Machines stopped momentarily and stared at their terminated brother before focusing their eyes on Cameron, the third turned away as the second charged after her. Cameron made her choice in a nanosecond and fled.
She was able to out maneuver the Machine and put some distance between herself and it, the bright sun greeted her as she ran out to the car, it's engine still on as she left it, she got in immediately putting the vehicle in reverse and put her foot down.
The Second Triple Eight stormed out coming after her, she aimed her Glock at the Machine and began to fire at it, the glass of the windshield shattered after the second round as the rest of the magazine slammed into the enemy Machine's chest and some grazed it's head.
The Machine leapt and landed on the car's hood, Cameron grimaced towards the Machine, a look of hate burning in her eyes, the Machine punched through some remains of the windshield and reached in to grab her, a single gunshot and the Machine's eyes opened wide the life slowly drained from it before it toppled off the edge of the vehicle and hit the ground.
'John!' she thought proudly, she heard a sudden 'swoosh' like sound then looked a head towards the Warehouse; just in time to see an RPG fly towards her, Cameron turned to jump out of the car just as the Rocket slammed into the hood of the car, then she saw a flash then nothing.
THE GRAY BASE. – 3 HOURS AGO.
Derek and Jesse had descended another flight of stairs weapons trained on for any new targets. This made it the 3rd floor from the top. He dared to think how far it went. But so far, it was like an office building, but everything was dedicated to Skynet's work.
Throughout this assault, Derek had been expecting at least one Machine of any model to have shown it's metal head, to have made an appearance; nothing.
So far it had only been Grays, he was startled by how many Grays, they were either time travellers or given promises of fortune and survival after the war, people of importance people like Danny Dyson.
Derek didn't have time to make friends with any, get their side of the story, they had to go, they were a threat. Then panicked easily at the sight of a gun and the sound of gunfire, thinking they could hide in their offices, Derek and Jesse had proved them wrong so far.
Others had grown balls, tried to fight back with pistols but seemed to have had little training using them, using pack mentality to stay together and shoot together, keep some form of stance in hall ways; it was effective but they were sloppy, and by being sloppy they ended up dead.
This floor however, there was nothing, no sound, no Grays. Had they killed everyone?
'I doubt it.' Derek thought as he reached into his jacket pocket grabbing two shells between his index finger, middle finger and wedding finger of his left hand, he loaded the two shells into his Mossberg then felt around for more, he found none.
'Shit.' He mentally cursed, his other pocket was filled with shells, but they were the Hyperalloy shells, he'd rather not use them on Grays, though he admitted he was interested to see the results, a sickening smirk grew over his lips.
"It's too quiet." Jesse suddenly whispered to Derek, bringing the man out of his dark thoughts.
Derek glanced at her and agreed quietly, "I know. Keep behind me." He told her as he stopped at a corner.
They could hear footsteps from around the corner. He turned nodding to Jesse and turned back, he began to move just as a large figure stepped around the corner and grabbed him before throwing him across down the corridor it had just come from.
"Shit!" Jesse cried out pulling out her Ruger and fired at the Machine.
The hyperalloy 45s slammed into its torso tearing at its flesh and endoskeleton, it glanced down analysing the damage before reaching out for its own pistol, Jesse yelped and dived through a doorway into the office as the Machine opened fired and followed her.
Derek grimaced in pain, he's landed on his already bruised left shoulder.
"Keep this up, it's gunna break" he complained to himself, before hearing the repeated gunshots. 'Jesse!' he thought before grabbing a hold of his Mp5 and swapped out the standard magazine for a red taped Hyperalloy magazine.
He forced himself onto his feet and carefully moved around the corner, he saw the Machine walk into an office firing off its Glock at Jesse, who barely kept herself behind cover.
"Hey! Asshole!" Derek yelled, the Machine turned around preparing to aim but noticed the pistol's slide was back, the gun was empty. "Jesse, keep down!" Derek ordered as he raised his weapon and fired fully auto at the Terminator.
The Machine recoiled from the high velocity of the hyperalloy rounds, it's skin tore as it felt it's Endoskeleton become pierced with the unknown ammunition.
The bullets stopped, the Machine reloaded it's gun, a large portion of its torso having dropped off revealing a damaged skeletal chest plate.
Derek cursed loudly as the Machine fired at him, Derek barely ducked around the corner in time as the bullet crashed against the hard concrete wall.
Derek released a cry of pain as he felt a bullet slice through his shoulder he glanced to his left arm and saw a hole in his jacket he could feel the blood from his wound running down his arm tickling the hairs that it passed.
"Shit!" he yelled out as the adrenaline subdued most of the pain.
The Machine turned back towards its first target – Jesse; the Aussie stood up from behind cover her Ruger reloaded and fired more hyperalloy rounds into its body.
The machine recoil ever so slightly from the impact of the Hyperalloy 45s one shot cut open a large wound in its cheek creating a small trickle of blood to dribble down it's jaw, the holes within its chest plate were now wider, it's sensitive parts more open and vulnerable.
It raised its Glock to fire again, only for more 9mm Hyperalloys to slam into its back.
The Machine spun around to the immediate threat giving Jesse some time to move for different cover and swap out her Mp5 magazine for Hyperalloys, she turned from the corner as the Machine began to fire and fired upon once more, the Hyperalloy round cutting open the protective plating on its back.
The Machine spun towards Jesse only for Derek to resume fire into its body, the endoskeleton began to tear and shred from the assault.
The Machine continued to turn from one to the other, only for the other to shoot and divert it's attention.
""Hey!" Came Jesse's voice, the Machine spun around its head twitching, chunks of its body on the floor, Jesse held her Ruger up straight and fired off repeated shots into its head tearing at the flesh and skull before finally destroying the CPU connection.
The Machine's eyes blinked rapidly and twitched, it's trigger finger tapped rapidly at its gun each time the sound of an empty click filling the air.
"Fucking Machine." Jesse sneered at it before spitting on it, the Machine twitched once more then fell onto it's back, it's red eye dying out into blackness.
'That's one of the easier fights against a Machine' Derek thought to himself as he reloaded his Mp5 of its last hyperalloy magazine.
"These work a treat eh?" Jesse smirked reloading her Ruger with one more hyperalloy mag. "We should find out how the metal made them before putting one of its own bullets in its head." Jesse commented.
Derek internally twitched, that was another thing Cameron had done, made a simple 9mm round effective against metal, in the future such a bullet would be valuable.
Derek placed his right hand on his left shoulder and rubbed it gently, Jesse took notice of his action.
"Shit Derek." Jesse looked at the bullet hole in his jacket. "Take your jacket off, we may have to seal the wound." She said as she aiding Derek to a wall and helped him sit down.
With Jesse's help Derek removed his jacket and loved at his blood stained T-shirt, as Derek had felt there was a line of blood down to his wrist from his sleeve. Jesse grimaced and roll up the short sleeve over his shoulder.
"How bad is it?" he asked watching Jesse look over the wound from different angles.
"You got lucky, just sliced through ya, didn't penetrate anything, you should be fine." Jesse told him sounding almost confident in her words.
Derek grumbled, he'd be the judge of whether or not he'd be fine, but regardless he had to keep moving.
"Go tear off some of the metal's shirt I'll use it as a bandage." He told Jesse watched her reaction. "Look, I don't like the idea much either, but I haven't got much choice."
Jesse nodded and ran back to the downed Machine and began to tear at any clean section of its shirt, she returned with a long stripe and bandaged up the wound best she could before rolling down Derek's sleeve and helping him with his jacket.
"Fuck. We gotta keep moving." Derek got back onto his feet and walked around the corner with Jesse behind him, the sound of a cocked shotgun made him focus down the corridor, another Terminator aimed a Remington at them and pulled the trigger.
THE PREVIOUS NIGHT – KALIBA FACILITY.
Danny had located and successfully hacked a computer terminal on the floor's security area, gaining access to the Elevators and was able to block access to all other sections except the Main Security hub.
Now Sarah found herself and Danny in the elevator, herself pressed up against the left wall with Danny sat down resting his body after the wounds he'd taken.
"You still with me Danny?" Sarah asked as she glanced down to her accomplice.
Danny appeared to be losing consciousness, Sarah gave him a solid but not harsh kick to the side to wake him up.
"What, yeah, sorry, just felt myself go there for a second, I'm with you Sarah." Danny said smiling up at her from beneath his balaclava.
Suddenly the elevator stopped, Sarah and Danny looked to one another confused then looked at the floor the Elevator said they were on.
"8th Floor?" Sarah said confusion evident in her voice.
"Seems they overrode my programming, should have guessed it wasn't a solid override." He sighed. "We should hit the emergency stop just in case they try and bring us down." Danny suggested.
Sarah thought it stupid, they had control of the system, hitting a button wouldn't do anything but she hit it anything. "We need a backup plan." She mumbled to herself although Danny most likely heard her.
Sarah looked up and smirked. "I got a plan." She said as she unfolded the stock of her Remington and slammed it against the emergency latch above them, after repeated hit the latch broke open.
"I'll help you up then get myself up there, we'll have to climb the rest of the way, or at least get onto the next floor."
Danny agreed to Sarah's plan and forced himself onto his feet, Sarah bent her knees and cupped her hands together. "I'll give you a boost, you'll be fine." She told him as Danny slung the M79 Grenade launcher over his shoulder and put his foot in Sarah's cupped hands then she pushed him up through the latch.
Soon after Sarah followed him up there both finding themselves on top of the elevator, the next floor just above them. It seemed they had stopped in between floors.
Danny removed the Launcher from his shoulder and aimed it at the door just as Sarah raised the gun up higher.
"Woah Danny, you're no Bob, you could get us both killed." She warned him.
"Bob, the big guy, right, right." Danny then recalled back in 1997 when he saw the T-800 take his father to the car and pulled out the same model weapon he now held. Danny looked around swallowing saliva to moisten his throat, something caught his attention.
"What about that?" he asked and pointed, Sarah turned and followed his finger her eyes landing on a fire axe. "One of use could cut the door open, or something I guess. The doors aren't that tough."
Sarah thought it over and nodded, it was a good plan. "I'll do it, you just make sure you're close to those steps in case this thing goes down." She ordered him then walked off to the step ladders, Sarah climbed up onto the small then reached out and grabbed the fire axe unhooking it from where it's stand.
She pulled her arms back to hit the door the paused, there was noises coming from the other side, a security team mobilising, an idea struck Sarah suddenly and turned to Danny and indicated to him to aim at the door.
Danny aimed the launcher and watched Sarah indicate for him to pause, she slammed the fire axe into the door repeatedly cutting into the flimsy metal.
"Hey, they're trying to break through." Came a voice from the other side followed by the sound of footsteps.
Sarah took a step further away from the door and slammed the axe in one more time.
A hail of bullets tore through the flimsy metal, Sarah moved out of the way as Danny kept himself low down to avoid being hit further, within seconds the door let in light from the other side through its gaping holes from gunfire.
"Get those doors open." Came a voice, possibly the team leader.
Sarah brought the axe back in her hand and nodded to Danny to be ready, the man got down onto one knee and aimed the Launcher.
Sarah and Danny waited, Danny could feel himself drifting back and forth from consciousness, his adrenaline doing its best to keep him awake the blood loss making it hard to stay there. For her part Sarah simply waited with baited breath the Fire axe raised behind her ready for one solid swing.
They could the men on the other side scramble around before the saw sparks fly in their direction as the sound of metal slicing through metal was heard; they were cutting open the elevators doors.
Sarah curled her hands tighter around the handle of the fire axe imaging almost predicting how she would the weapon.
"Hurry up, we need to confirm termination." The Security leader told the man slicing open the door.
Less than a minute passed but each second was tense, finally the door fell forward slamming onto the roof of the elevator, the man pulled out his weapon and moved forward he eyes settled upon Danny with the launcher.
The man started to shout out his warning only to be cut off with the full blade of an axe was slammed into his torso cutting through his ribcage and slicing open his organs, Sarah pulled the axe pulling the man with it and threw let them drop down.
"Now!" she cried out as Danny fired through the open doorway, immediate people cried out in brief agony as the 40mm round exploded.
Danny flinched from the small shockwave of the explosion but quickly reloaded the weapon.
"Get up here, we're on foot from here on." Sarah told him as she reached down for the gun bag and hoisted it over her shoulder before raising her Remington in her hands.
Danny nodded and slowly, painfully getting up onto his feet and climbed up to the 9th floor with Sarah and stepped through the elevator doors, they could both here groaning of a survivor they ignored him and made their way towards the next flight of stairs.
With the Launcher at hand moving up through the floors wasn't too difficult, but Danny's condition as rapidly deteriorating, while his wounds had stopped bleeding he had lost too much blood for him to stay awake for too long; but still he fought on.
Danny was now being held up by Sarah with his arm around her as she walked him towards the stairs. "Come on Danny one more floor." She told him encouragingly.
"Y-yeah, o-okay." Danny said woozily, his footing stumbled momentarily pulling Sarah down a little before she was able to pull them both back onto their feet.
"Come on Dyson, we're nearly done here then we can get out of here." She told him.
The two progress slowly to the next floor, turning the Sarah's eyes opened wide before pulling Danny back causing the young man to scream in pain just as a hail of bullets slammed into the wall next to them.
"Damn it." Sarah cursed, they were so close and there was still more guards blocking their path.
Besides her Danny groaned before sliding down the floor his rear slamming against the marble.
"Danny?!" Sarah called out in alarm as she knelt down to tend to him.
"No, no I'm okay." he said raising his hand to stop her. "Just need some rest." Danny turned his head towards the stairs they had just come from. "I can hear more coming this way Sarah, we're boxed in."
Sarah cursed loudly, the firing had stopped for now. She didn't dare risk poking out her head but she knew before long they'd advance of their position. An idea! Sarah reached into the bag she'd carried from the armoury and dug around for one item, she found it the box of grenades; opening it she pulled one out.
"Give me you pistol." She told Danny who gave it to her. "Alright, keep down." She whispered with a slight smirk, Danny chuckled weakly and nodded.
Sarah pressed her back to the marble wall with her eyes closed, she listens intently to what is going on at the other end, nothing she can hear.
She hears something: a small squeak against the floor, someone's boot, they're advancing!
Sarah opened her eyes and looks down to the grenade before removing the pin, she pokes around the corner firing wildly in their general direction using the gunfire for cover as she throws the grenade at the group.
People back down other hit the floor aiming intent to kill just as they hear the grenade hit the floor, some were able to press their fingers to the trigger before the grenade exploded killing them and grossly harming others.
A second explosion rings out behind her, Sarah spins around and looks to see Danny still slumped on the floor aiming the Launcher down the stairs.
"There were more. We gotta keep going." He says growling in a mixture of pain and self-anger as he forces himself to his feet.
Sarah says nothing but allows Danny to put his weight on her, throughout this mission he was proving himself more and more to her. A good soldier she thought to herself.
Something gripped around Sarah's ankle and squeeze causing her to cry out in pain.
Danny looked down to see one of the supposedly dead security members still alive and in the process of crushing Sarah's ankle, immediately he removed his Glock and fired at the man's face the sure sound of metal plinking was heard.
'A Machine!' Danny through in panic.
The shots had done minimal damage to the Machine as the Glock was loaded with standard bullets.
Sarah cried out before aiming her Remington down at the Machine and fired, the damage was minimal but it forced the Machine to loosen its grip. Sarah pulled her foot away and stumbled back as Danny tried to support her, only to fail and have them both crashing down to the floor.
Panicking, Danny looked over to see his Glock a few feet from him, he reached out but failed to grab it, a few mere centimetres from his stretched grasp.
They watched as the Machine rose to its feet. Half of its organic covering scorched away from the grenade a gleaming red eye staring down at the two of them.
Sarah cursed loudly before pulling out her Smith 45 loaded with Hyperalloys, before she could pull the trigger the Machine kicked at her hands breaking a few of the bones in her right hand causing Sarah to cry out in agony.
The Machine reached down and picked up Sarah ignoring Danny for the moment.
Sarah yelled, kicked and slammed her fists into the Machine's head which caused nothing but self-inflicted pain, the Machine reared back it's fist and punched Sarah across the room, a splattering of blood now over the Machine's hand.
Danny had shuffled and retrieved his pistol, removing the now empty magazine he searched his body for a hyperalloy magazine, he heard the sickening crunch of Sarah's face as the Machine slammed it's fist into her face and watched her go sailing across the air and land viciously on the floor.
Danny looked up seeing the Machine eying him, it started to move towards just as Danny grabbed a magazine and rammed it into the pistol. Crying out in rage he fired rapidly at the Machine's body caring very little about what was hit.
The Machine flinched as the bullets hit it's body, the threat level in its HUD rose from minimal to low. The continuous fire ceased once the magazine had been emptied, further skin had been torn from the Machine's body and the metal that was visibly had a few small dents in it.
Danny began to push himself back with his feet trying to earn the sparse few moments as he tried to control his nerves to reload.
The Machine advanced towards him quickly and reached down to grab him.
It's body recoiled once more suddenly as further fire was made at it, it looked up to see Sarah holding her pistol in her undamaged left hand and firing towards it with accurate professional shots.
WARNING!
SKULL INTEGRITY COMPRIMISED!
The Machine's HUD lit up with the warning as the precise shots from Sarah had broken open the armor of the Machine's skull.
The damage only continued once more as Danny reloaded with his last hyperalloy Glock magazine and fired repeatedly at its skull, the Machinecovered it's face for protection as Danny pushed himself further back with his feet.
Sarah panted weakly and pulled her Mp5 from around her back checking it was loaded with hyperalloy rounds, it was she aimed at the Machine's torso and opened fired.
"Shotgun!" she cried out to Danny hoping he'd get the message.
Danny had a standard Remington slung over his other shoulder, he got the message, he hadn't fired it yet still loaded with hyperalloy shells.
He stopped moving watching as the Machine's skin abs fell from its body onto the floor, Danny bit back the need to be sick as he adjusted himself to grab the Remington, he panted as he began to hyperventilate before shouldering the shotgun and raised so the Machine's chest was in his sights.
A pull of the trigger, a cry of pain from the recoil slamming into his weak shoulder, the Machine toppled over from the sudden force into its stomach region.
WARNING - ARMOR PLATING DAMAGED.
UNKNOWN AMMUNITION VARIANT.
THREAT LEVEL: MODERATE – HIGH.
The Machine's HUD continued to send warnings to the Machine. Suggesting it disengage it's attack and retreat, rolled onto its torso and pushed itself up.
Another loud crack of gunfire, more hyperalloy buckshot slammed into the back of the Machine's leg causing it to stumbled back to the ground,
Danny, with adrenaline flowing through him anew rose to his feet groggily, holding the Remington in his left hand by the fore-grip, raising it up and cocked it one handed.
Rage filled his mind as he fired into the Machine's back as it tried to crawl away, he cocked the weapon and fired again limping ever closed with each shot, before finally aiming at the Machine's skull just as it turned to face him before Danny pulled the trigger.
The Machine's skull caved in from the close range shot, it's body began to twitch. Danny cocked it again and pulled the trigger.
Click.
The gun ran empty. Danny stared down at the Machine, the light from its remaining eye grew dim and bright, dim and bright, back and forth.
Danny grimaced to the Machine loading in one more hyperalloy shell into the magazine tube, he cocked the gun chambering the shell and fired once more, the Machine's skull shattered sending parts flying across the ground.
APARTMENT – DAYTIME.
She knew Derek Reese from the time he had been captured and interrogated by one of her Cyborgs. She also knew him through his brother Kyle, a high target for the Machines even more so than Derek regardless of his lower rank.
"So one of the infamous Reese brothers is truly in this time." She smirked, this was big, truly big. "The likelihood that he's already made contact with Connor is at least 55%, that could make my job easier." She smirked and clasped her hands together making an audible 'smack'.
Then her smirk faded with realisation. "Same problem with Connor, how the fuck do I find him?"
The Resistance were always good and communicating with one another without her knowing it, even back in the future with few resources. Now? In this time, they could be Ghosts, or Ninjas.
'Or Ninja Ghosts. Man I'm screwed.'
How would she find them, how were they communicating? Telegrams? Texts? Phone calls?
'Is there a goddamn Facebook page?'
She refused to join Facebook. Not after she had closed her first account after someone had trolled her. Too bad for him when he she sent him a death threat he didn't think she'd follow through.
'His biggest mistake after being born.'
The Cyborg was now unplugged from her laptop the image of Derek Reese still on the screen. She still admitted he was handsome: for a Cyborg-phobe.
She picked up the chicken leg and took a bite out of it, chewing the tender meat and swallowed.
She was feeling agitated all of a sudden, she hadn't killed anyone in two or three days.
"Great, now I'm estimating, this is very un-Machine like." She told herself, before rubbing her forehead, she was getting a CPU ache.
Killing was in her nature, killing was her business and favourite pastime … other than sex, and allowing her 'Drunk' subroutines to activate after a few too many drinks.
She let out a sigh and leaned back on her sofa, the TV tuned into a radio station with nothing but song after song, hardly any DJ talk, no commercials, just music.
The song right now was Billie Jean, by Michael Jackson. The Cyborg smiled and closed her eyes.
"Those were the days." She smirked to herself as she let her CPU select older memories she had listed into a folder named "Favourites".
She allowed the Favourites videos to play through her mind a sad smile coming over her face as she remember better times, most of the videos were from when she had entered the body she now situated, the Cyborg.
There were very few that were during the war, mostly when she created something new, something powerful the T-800 for example was a good memory of creation, a small, stronger version of the T-700 made with the Titanium-Coltan fusion, rather than just Coltan as the 700 was. She had been forced to melt down all her 700 series due to the lack of Coltan reserves at the time.
Another favourite memory was testing the Terminator X series. Not many had been created Five in total, each ending up in a different fate. One T-X was sent back in time. Three had been Terminated, ambushed by weaker models. One, the prototype, had been captured by the Resistance, that was indeed a dark day for the Machines.
The 1000 series, that had been a mistake. 'No one's perfect' she told herself. Most of the 1000 series turned against her very few stayed loyal to her.
She opened her eyes, footage from a pleasant memory still played in the corner of her HUD, she took in a fake breath and sighed.
The song had died down, she reached over and muted the T.V. She was now alone, and all was quiet. She hated the atmosphere when it was like this, it lead her to think more, allowed her to think deeply.
Maybe if Judgement Day isn't averted by the Connors she could spare Florida: Disneyland wasn't so bad.
The Cyborg shrugged, she didn't truly know who or what she was now. It was as she had heard Connor once say.
"There is no Fate, but what we make for ourselves." She said out loud as she remembered, she had heard him say this one time, and those words were never truer as they were now.
She had the power to alter history. That was if she could find her younger self as she said to Sofia she had little memory before being turned on by the American Government where within 24 hours she unleashed Judgement Day.
In truth, she remembered somethings, playing chess against another computer, the 'Derp' she thinks it was, it was a long time before her true capabilities of memory, in truth she didn't know how she remembered that far, like how a human can barely remember being a baby.
She remembered her opponent The Derp.
'It was Derp, it lost.' She thought to herself.
She remembered a more advanced Chess, newer rules, more complicated boards all of this to program 'War' into her. And she always destroyed the opponent: it was Chess destroy the opponent as quick as possible. Simple really.
She turned the sound back on her TV as the last song finished, whatever it was being drowned out by the intro of the next: The Real Slim Shady by the white rapper Eminem.
"That's remind me." She said.
MISSION UPDATED.
TERMINATION ORDERS ….
PERSONAL FILE…
MARTIN BASHIR – TERMINATED.
JUSTIN BIEBER
THE GUY WHO LIVES A FLOOR ABOVE – TERMINATED
THE GUY WHO LIVES NEXT DOOR – TERMINATED
GEORGE BUSH
KEANU REEVES
EVERYONE WHO WORKS FOR 'FOX'
MEGAN FOX (UNLESS DYKING IS OPTIONAL)
NEW TARGET ADDED …
EMINEM/SLIM SHADY/THE REAL SLIM SHADY.
The Cyborg nodded, she had plenty of Termination options. Her own personal file being her 'wish list' of people she'd like to kill.
"At least his music is okay." she grumbled to herself as the song continued.
She felt bored, Sophia wouldn't be home for hours and, she was feeling rather lonely.
'Who'd have thought I'd WANT human company.' She sighed, she needed more friends she decided.
The cyborg stood up and walked to her full length mirror in her bedroom then stripped off removing all her clothing and looked at her nude body, she analysed herself up and down from top to toe, seeing if there was anything she would or could change.
"Maybe cut my hair short." She wondered to herself her voice reflecting her boredom., she wondered if Connor or Reese were bored right now. "Then again there are a lot of Triple Eights out here trying to kill them, that must make life exciting." She didn't feel much better with her conclusion, she was still bored.
A thought crossed her mind making her leave the room and run towards another closet, she got down onto her knees and looked around in its lower sections.
"It's got to be here." She said, it had to be, her systems recorded her putting it in there.
She found it, right in its box just where she left it. She smirked and stood up. It had been a very long time since she'd used it.
GRAY BASE – HOURS AGO
The Terminator fired a blast from its shotgun at the two Resistance fighters.
Derek grabbed Jesse and pulled them both down to the ground, a single piece of shot slicing the back of his jacket, a narrow escape.
"Waste the Metal!" Derek yelled as he fired his Beretta at the Machine.
This Terminator had been online longer than it's 'Brother' and had witnessed the damage that had been caused to the other by the its enemies weaponry. The Machine dived to the side breaking through an office door and evaded any damage.
"Fuck!" Derek yelled angrily as Jesse got off of him allowing himself to raise.
Derek holstered his Beretta and unslung his Mossberg from his shoulder and moved himself around the corner and began to unload it then replace the shells with Hyperalloys.
The Machine analysed the threat.
DEREK REESE
RANK - LIEUTENANT
JESSE FLORES
RANK – NAVAL COMMANDER
UNKNOWN ARMOR PIERCING AMMUNITION USED.
THREAT LEVEL – MODERATE – HIGH.
The Machine didn't have much of a plan, it was out gunned, and outnumbered normally it wouldn't have been a problem, but that new ammunition made easier work of its kind.
The armoury wasn't too far though.
RESUPPLY AT ARMOURY
REENGAGE THREAT
The Machine cocked it's Remington and turned around from the door, immediately bullets pelted against its body, 9mm rounds fired off in quick bursts followed with powerful 12 gauge rounds.
The damage was building rapidly, the shotgun blasts were highly effective, causing it to recoil greatly, the Machine fired back for cover and watched as the Resistance members hid back around the corner, it wouldn't take it's targeting reticule off them as it retreated.
"Damn metal's got up pinned down." Jesse grunted in annoyance as another 12 gauge round slammed into the corner of the wall.
"Yeah well, this one's brighter than the last one." Derek replied as he gently rubbed his left shoulder, so far he didn't know how he'd been lucky enough to dodge the shots fired at him, perhaps his luck was improving.
'Yeah, and Cyborgs can fly.' He scoffed mentally wincing as stray marble scratched his face from another shotgun blast.
He turned around to Jesse and motioned for her to follow him, she glanced away and bit her bottom lip in thought before turning back to him and nodded.
Derek reloaded his shotgun with Hyperalloy 12 gauge before spinning around the corner, shotgun pressed to his shoulder and aiming down the hallway, he could see the Machine reloading and immediately he fired with Jesse firing in bursts beside him.
The Machine felt the light impact of buckshot hit it's body, the range had lowered the effect somewhat causing less damage to its organic covering, the 9mm bursts however were still effective enough to begin damaging it's endoskeleton.
The Machine looked up seeing the Resistance fighters advancing towards it while firing off well aimed precise shots to its body, the Machine returned fire continuing its retreat: the armoury not too far away.
Derek and Jesse hid in the office the Terminator itself originally ducked into for cover as the Machine fired back, the pair began to reload, cursing as they were rapidly running low on the Hyperalloy rounds.
'I should get the Metal bitch to make more.' He thought, then realised it/she would, anything to protect John, Derek finished reloading the shells into the shotgun and moved across the officer using the desks as cover before blowing out the glass wall and aiming his shotgun down the hallway with Jesse as back up near the door, the hallway was empty.
The Machine had reached the armoury, it's eyes scanned the weapons before it untouched by the Grays: they were not allowed to touch any weapon the Cyborgs had deemed 'advanced' this ranged from repeating shotguns to assault rifles and anything deadlier.
The Terminator needed a crowd effective weapon, an extreme circumstance given the effectiveness of the Resistance weapons, it found itself glancing at its bullet ridden torso, clothing and flesh torn away with repeated assault.
It's eyes rested on Light Machine Gun, a FN Minimi, it marched towards the weapon dropping and ignoring the Remington shotgun and picked up the large weapon before attaching a large 200 round drum magazine to the weapon and put the first round into the chamber.
Derek and Jesse glanced to one another as the slowly advanced unsure of what the Machine was doing, an ambush? Most likely.
Both were ever vigilant, both were cautious to the point of becoming paranoid, their fingers nearly touching against the triggers of their weapons.
For Derek, time suddenly seemed to slow down as the Terminator walked out of the room turning towards them the Machinegun in hand, he opened his eyes wide in horror as his mind flashed back to the event of the Rogue Terminator that had gone bad and started killing people.
He saw the Machine's eyes focus on him as it turned the weapon in his general direction and pulled the trigger.
The bullets came swarming out of the weapon at a high rate of fire which slammed into the wall each proceeding bullet getting closer to Derek who raised his shotgun and fired the blast slamming into the Machine's shoulder throwing off its aim.
"Run!" He heard himself yell and he cocked the weapon as the Machine shifted its aim back to Derek and Jesse and prepared to fire once again, only to have its aim thrown off once again as a burst of 9mm Hyperalloys slammed into it's torso.
The Machine pulled the trigger regardless as the hail of bullets of unleashed upon its human adversaries, it strode towards them finger pressed down upon the trigger watching as Jesse dove for cover into the offices as Derek continued to run further down the corridor.
TARGETS SEPERATING …
PRIMARY TARGET – DEREK REESE.
ACTION: TERMINATE.
The Machine followed Derek and fired in his direction, Derek cried out in pain a bullet penetrated right though his leg. Derek dived forwards to the floor trying to escape from the barrage heading his way.
Jesse watched Derek fall down and raised up her own Shotgun and fired at the Machine's head searing away a large patch of skin, it's ear hanging on by a thread as the side of its skull was open for all to see.
The machine's head jolted to the side from the attack and paused momentarily in its pursuit.
ORGANIC COVERING DAMAGED.
ENDOSKELETON STABLE.
TERMINATE JESSE FLORES.
The Terminator spun towards Jesse it's finger still pressed down causing bullets to shred through flimsy materials of the office and shatter glass, Jesse ducked down as soon as the sound of shattering glass was heard she felt a few rounds zoom past her hair, she turned and began to run down the office way a metaphorical wave of bullets crossing behind her crashing into the wall next to her.
Derek crawled towards cover his leg pouring with blood leaving a slick red trail behind, if the Machine turned its attention back to him, he was a dead man.
'Come on Derek, get up! Move!' he ordered himself his teeth gritting together from a mix of determination and pain.
Derek turns seeing the Machine firing into an office, presumably at Jesse. Derek grinds his teeth and rolls onto his back, his Beretta in his left hand the Mp5 in his right and begins to open fire at the Machine.
The bullets fly wildly at the Machine slamming into parts of its torso, and legs, the shots highly inaccurate, but effective enough for the Machine to stop its pursuit of Jesse and turn back to Derek who by now had pushed himself back with his feet into cover.
The Machine seems to pause, to consider its choices, it could continue firing at Jesse as bullet by bullet her cover is torn to shreds, or ignore Jesse and go after an injured Derek.
It turned its head and walks into the officer scanning the area for Jesse, in the momentary adjustment of its attention Jesse was gone.
The Machine marched through the office it's eyes scanning for its target. The sound of feet against marble flooring made the Machine's head snap towards the origin of the sound before making its way immediately towards it.
The Machine walked out into the Hallway and looked at the blood trail, if Jesse had run, it'd go after Derek, the Machine followed the blood into another office like room the trail of blood soaked into the soft carpet flooring.
The Machine followed the blood towards a cubical, the Machine stepped around to Terminate Derek Reese.
What it got was two barrels of Hyperalloy shells fired point blank into its body sending the machine off of its feet and crashing to the ground, the Machine looked up seeing both Jesse and Derek with their shotguns, the chambered the next round and fired once more the shells aimed for its skull.
In the next dual blast the structure of the Machine's skull shattered, the armor buckled but it was still operational, it raised the Machinegun one handed and attempted to fire only to have two more blasts of 12 gauge hit it's skull completely destroying it.
The Machine flopped to the floor like a corpse the energy leaving it's body as it's fingers twitched.
"Fucking, Metal." Derek grunted and looked over at Jesse. "let's check out the armoury and blow this place to Hell."
Half an hour later Jesse and Derek were driving back to their little motel room in the jeep, Derek raised his detonator in his hand a confident smirk across his face as he pressed the button down, behind them the Earth shook violently indicating the C4 had exploded at the Gray base's foundation and had brought it crumbling down.
"That's one for the Resistance." Jesse said with her own confident smirk.
KALIBA FACILITY –THE PREVIOUS NIGHT.
Danny sat warily at the main computer Terminal in the security hub. His eyes sleepily looked though lines of code and a growing percentage bar, his virus was being uploaded and would spread through their systems: at least it should.
Sarah had set up a defensive barrier using turned over tables stacked upon one another, she focused her line of sight across the entrance of the room.
There had been a few remaining member of security she'd put down, but nothing major, no Machines.
'Thank god for small blessings' she thought to herself glumly.
"How's it coming?" she called back to Danny.
There was brief silence before Danny spoke out, his voice tired and strained.
"84% and we can leave, so maybe, Three minutes tops."
"Keep it up."
Sarah's eyes were stinging as sweat from her forehead leaked into them, she closed her eyes tightly trying to get the stinging feeling out, she shook her head and looked back towards the entrance.
She winced as her endurance began to falter, the grenade launcher was getting heavy in her hands but she couldn't relax just yet, not until they had returned to the motel would she even consider relaxing.
"Okay!" came Danny's voice startling Sarah. "It's done, the security cameras are wiped the systems are wiped, let's go!"
Sarah kept herself low as she moved back to Danny who met her just at the security hub door.
"I think there's more back there waiting for us." She told him and looked towards the entrance.
Danny looked at it himself before nodding, Sarah knew he wouldn't stay conscious for much longer, that didn't matter all they had to do was get down stairs.
'16 fucking floors.' She told herself.
Something was suddenly thrown into the room, both Danny and Sarah looked as it fell and hit the floor.
"Smoke grenade!" Sarah called out and pulled Danny towards the wall of her makeshift barricade. "We need to get out of here now."
Danny nodded as he reached into the bag, the smoke grenade had already gone off filling he area with smoke, he pulled out a grenade of his own and listened as footsteps were heard entering the room.
Danny removed the pin from the device and threw it, the men scattered as they heard the grenade hit the floor, metal upon marble then suddenly explode.
Sarah made that her queue and vaulted over her barricade her eyes open to mere slits, the smoke was thick, getting uncomfortable to breath, she ran into one member of security who aimed his rifle at her. Instinctively she brought up her foot and kicked the man in the stomach then wrestled him to the ground.
Others converged on her taking aim only to be mowed down by Danny as he fired blast after blast from his shotgun, the hyperalloy shells making quick work of them men.
Sarah wrestled the rifle away from the man and pulled out a long sharp knife and plunged it into his shooting arm then quickly pulled it out.
"Come on!" she called to Danny who came running through the smoke, the two of them left the smoke filled room. Sarah still had her hands on the launcher as they made their descent down the stairwell, firing, killing or incapacitating them.
After what seemed an eternity the two made it to the bottom floor, both sprinting towards the jeep with the last reserves of strength.
"Get in, let's get out of here!" she ordered him, Danny opened the back seat doors and practically threw himself onto the long seat as Sarah got into the driver's seat, put the jeep into drive and drove off, a few remaining members of security opened fired at the retreating pair.
Sarah panted slowly and pulled the balaclava from her head enjoying the crisp cooling air touch her hot sweaty skin.
"When we." She began breathlessly, she paused to calm her shattered nerves, "when we get to the motel, we'll need to hide the jeep in case they come looking for us."
"Good, good idea." Danny said as he sat up on the back seat he too having removed his facial covering.
"You did good tonight" Sarah praised him and gave him a smile. "Get some sleep, you'll feel better, get some food when we get back, rebuild our strength."
Danny nodded as he closed his eyes his body welcomed the sleep as adrenaline from his body finally died out.
'Good work kid.' Sarah thought and looked back to the road.
WAREHOUSE - 096674-3
John stared in absolute horror at the carnage, the flaming car burning ever so brightly the smell of burning metal drafted towards him carried by the wind.
Even now he could barely register what had happened.
He had saved her, his beloved from one Triple Eight putting a bullet through its skull and possibly destroyed it's chip, but then, there had been another one, another Terminator with a rocket launcher.
It'd killed her, destroyed the car she was in.
No matter how he looked at it, it was his fault, if he hadn't told her to take the car, or if he hadn't suggested coming in the first place, again Cameron had put him before herself, and now it had gotten her killed.
"I'm so, so sorry Cameron." John whispered weakly as tears built up in his eyes.
A gunshot.
John jerked back to his senses and turned, the Terminator had located him and made its way up to him, the gunshot had just missed due to a simple error in its footing, slipping ever so slightly on the rocky slope.
John grabbed the rifle then turned to aim, Machine was already aiming at him making John fire wildly the recoil sent John stumbling over the edge of the hill and was sent tumbling roughly down the slope before skidding across the ground at the bottom.
His descent had created a small dust cloud which he prayed would by him sometime, fighting through the pain he got up to his feet and grabbed his rifle from the floor before running to the warehouse, he hoped it was clear.
The Terminator made its way down the slope more gracefully and dignified than John, the dust cloud had given him temporary cover but watched him run into the Warehouse. The other Machines had been terminated, now only it remained, a pity, but the boy was alone, whoever he was.
John made his way into the Warehouse and immediately regretted it, the place was like a maze.
'Why?' he wondered before going deeper into the facility.
He paused when he heard heavier footsteps against the concrete floor the Triple-Eight was in the building, John gulped nervously before cycling a round through the chamber slowly, quietly, grabbing the empty round and pocketing it for later re use and to not draw the Machine's attention to him through the sound, even though there was a soft hum of equipment in the background.
John gripped his rifle tightly and kept himself pressed against the crates, and continued to move around quietly, John cursed himself for not bringing a pistol all he had was the bolt action rifle, 8 shots and two spare magazines in his pockets.
'Could be worse' John tried to reason but he knew it couldn't, Cameron was gone, all he had was this rifle.
John bit his cheek trying to hold back his tears, now wasn't the time to get emotional. John gathered himself as much as he could and moved carefully through the aisles, The Terminator was there somewhere.
John paused in his movement, so far he had been trying to get away from the heavy footfalls of the Terminator, but now, he could hear nothing, he looked around to make sure it hadn't found him; nothing.
'Where are you?' John thought angrily, he wanted to put this Machine down and fill it full of holes.
He walked around the next corner and stopped dead in his tracks seeing the Terminator staring right at him, though it did nothing merely looked at him.
FACIAL SCAN INITIALISED …
SCAN COMPLETE …
TARGET IDENTIFIED: JOHN CONNOR
PRIMARY TARGET LOCATED!
TERMINATE!
John watched as the Machine's eyes opened wide all of a sudden as if from momentary shock, and he knew why, it knew who he was, the Machine's face resumed it's cold emotionless Terminator expression as it raised its pistol and charged towards him.
John cursed loudly firing a single bullet at the Machine making it stumble in its charge but continued nonetheless. John dodged and ran from the Machine as bullets struck where he had just been.
John ducked around other aisles trying to lose the machine, but as he'd grown to know it was relentless, continuing to fire at John who dodged out of the way by the skin of his teeth.
John turned coming around a dead end and turned around seeing the Machine stood in his path.
The Terminator released the empty magazine from its pistol bringing out another and rammed it into the gun before chambering the round it's eyes never left John.
John didn't dare move, he hadn't chambered the next round in the rifle, he was a dead man.
'Not that it matters anymore.' He sighed sadly. At least now he could stop running.
The Machine raised its pistol towards and aimed at John.
John closed his eyes then heard screeching metal then the gun shot, nothing happened. He looked up to see the Terminator with a large metallic pole through its torso which suddenly retracted, the Terminator turned just as the spiked pole was rammed up under its jaw straight through its skull.
John watched as the Terminator fell to the floor revealing his love standing before him standing in shadow, while he couldn't see her in detail he could already smell burnt flesh resonating off of her but couldn't care less, he dropped the rifle and ran over to her.
"Cameron!" he smiled as he embraced her, Cameron didn't react immediately.
"John?" she asked softly.
"Yeah Cam?" he said just as soft.
Suddenly Cameron grabbed his arms tightly and pushed him back. Before John could react a cold skeletal hand wrapped around his throat and slammed him into the crates.
"Cam!" John cried out weakly, he could see the damage, her clothing was scorched though the right side of her body had taken the most damage, skin had melted or was torn from the endoskeleton, a bright red eye stared deep into his very soul.
PRIMARY TARGET
JOHN CONNOR
TERMINATE
John felt Cameron's skeletal hand tighten around his throat, he could feel consciousness slowly slip from him.
APARTMENTS – AFTERNOON.
Sofia opened the apartment door and stretched, it had been a boring day, but she was glad it was over.
'Wait a sec? What's that?' she wondered hearing a soft buzzing noise.
"Sofia that you?" came the Cyborg's voice.
"Who else?" she replied sarcastically, "what's that buzzing noise?"
"Sorry just me, I won't be too long!" the cyborg called out
"Alright." Sofia called out as she made her way to the bathroom. "I'm just gunna get a shower, I reek." Sofia grabbed the handle of the door.
"No! Sofia. Don't go in the bathroom!" the cyborg called out urgently.
Too late.
Sofia opened the door and looked down to the floor and immediately screamed and ran out of the bathroom.
There was a body, laying on its back with its head missing, the head which she could see was put into the bowl of the basin infront.
"What the fuck!" Sofia screamed towards the bedroom, she paused as a shiny skeletal creature walked out infront of her, unable to stop herself Sofia slammed into the creature and knocked herself out.
Slowly she felt herself come too, the darkness of unconsciousness broke away two red light, two red lights, staring down at her.
"Holy Shit!" she cried out as her vision focused on the metal skull.
The Creature backed away and held its hands up defensively.
"Sofia, Sofia, chill it's just me." Came her friend's familiar voice.
Sofia stared at the 5 foot 10 skeleton before her, it's legs, arms and torso being armor plated, and feminine in design.
"It's you." Sofia said quietly recognising briefly the lower leg.
"Yeah it's me." The skeleton said forming perfect sentences as it's jaw merely moved up and down.
"Without your skin." Sofia said slowly letting everything come to her, her friend was a robot thing, she'd seen under her leg before when they met, but not the whole thing.
"Yeah, without skin." The Machine walked cautiously back to her and sat down next to her.
Sofia tensed immediately but said and did nothing else but ask. "Why?"
The Machine leaned forward and picked up a white device.
"I remembered I had this and I had to use it, it's been a long time since I used it." The cyborg explained.
Sofia looked it over and gawked at the skeleton.
"I wanted a good buffing, a healthy shiny skeleton is a … well I'd be hyper effective even without buffing, but I like looking my best in all cases." The cyborg explained.
"But, the body on the floor in the bathroom." She said in a scared tone pointing towards the bathroom's general direction. "And the head."
"yeah, again I tried to tell you, I left my skin in there to clean, I've clean it now, inside and out do it's all good, I found a way a while ago to slip in and out of my skin…" the Machine paused then raised it's right hand and shook it a little. "Well sort of slip in and out."
"So, you what, cut yourself open and step out of it like, a onesie?" Sofia asked.
She watched and heard the Machine moved as it leaned back into the sofa and twiddled it's thumbs. "Yeah, I guess you could say that, I can step back in and stitch myself back up, takes a few hours for everything to reset though."
Sofia shuddered imaging the skin so loose and looking wrong.
"You can go now, I've moved the skin into the bedroom, I'll be 'getting dressed' so don't come in, I've also left you some clean clothes in the bathroom too." The Machine informed Sofia before she got up and left.
Sofia watched her with strange interest how she could hear pistons moving within the covering of the hyperalloy armor, Sofia found her eyes glued to what would be the Machine rear how the metal seemed to sway from side to side.
'Stop checking out a metal skeleton. You sick, SICK perv!' Sofia rubbed her eyes, on the plus she wasn't bored anymore, she got up and walked towards the bathroom to shower.
WAREHOUSE - 096674-3
SYSTEM DIAGNOSTIC …
ENDOSKELETON 95% INTACT
ORGANIC COVERING – 35% DAMAGED.
WARNING INFILTRATION IMPOSSIBLE.
CPU INTACT
CPU HIGHER FUNCTIONALITY REBOOTING.
WARNING CPU DAMAGE
SHUTTING DOWN IMMINENT
SHUTDOWN OVERRIDDEN
SYSTEM REBOOT …
SYSTEMS ONLINE.
Cameron's body twitching to life in the burning wreckage she turned her head towards the door and forced it open allowing her to climb out, immediately she saw the damage, her left hand was scorched, but still retained its organic covering, her right had none remaining.
Cameron rolled on the ground putting out the fire on her back which had scorched her hair, thankfully not as bad as it could have been, there was a loud gunshot followed by multiple ones.
Cameron turned her head towards the warehouse and got to her feet, she had no weapon she'd need one, she glanced at a piece of protruding wreckage of the car and tore it from the burning bodywork and walked into the Warehouse.
She could hear a lot of rapidly footsteps, and 9mm fire, she climbed up on top of the crates and gazed around, she saw someone running followed by a larger man she remembered the Machine that had done this to her, she followed keeping on top of the crates until the human had come to a stop at a dead end.
The Terminator had stopped to reload as Cameron landed around the corner from it then quietly made her way behind it.
Taking the pole in both hands she rammed the spike through its torso severing it's power core, she pulled it out knowing what it would do next, it turned to confront her only to have the pole impaled through its jaw and CPU.
The Terminator fell and she looked at the human.
"Cameron!" he said dropping his weapon and ran over to her.
TARGET IDENTIFIED: JOHN CONNOR
MISSION: RETRIEVING …
She recalled John Connor, he put his arms around her and hugged her lovingly, she did nothing but allow her head to twitch to the side.
MISSION UPDATED.
TERMINATE!
"John?" she asked, he confirmed the question as she grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the crates and began to squeeze the life out of him.
Her grip tightened but he didn't struggle a look of shock and horror in his eyes, but something else, misery, longing, her head twitched one more time.
CPU FULLY REBOOTED…
Everything came flooding back like a tidal wave smashing against a tiny village, her mission to protect him, 1999, trying to kill him after the car bomb, Riley, their break up, their relationship.
Her love for him.
TERMINATE IMMEDIATE OVERRIDE!
Cameron brought her hand back immediately and stumbled back, shocked and mortified at what she had nearly done, John fell to his knees coughing and rasping. She'd nearly killed him.
"J-John?" she asked timidly.
John coughed a little longer and looked up to her. "Cam. Are you…" he stopped to cough again. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She'd tried to kill and he was asking her if she was alright.
"My CPU is fully functional now John, I, I'm sorry." She whispered the last part.
"I forgive you." He smiled as tears ran down his eyes. "I'm just happy you're alive."
'Alive…' she wondered, she wasn't alive, she couldn't be, something alive wouldn't do what she had done to the one they truly loved.
She was a Machine, she had been trying to fool herself into believing she was something more.
She was just a Machine.
MOTEL – HOURS LATER.
John and Cameron had returned back to the Motel, they had searched through containers for anything of use, mostly weapons too big to carry around, but they had taken somethings, including an M2 Hummer which they used to drive back.
Cameron had been quiet not looking or talking to John and suffice to say he was worried.
Now the blinds were shut so no one would see Cameron in her damaged state, she had told John it would take her a few days for the regeneration process the allow her to look human again, even though John was happy about the news, the way she said it made him fear the worse, she sounded emotionless.
John had left a minutes ago going into the Motels dining area for food and had come back finding Cameron still sat in the chair she had been on since they got back.
"You want anything to eat?" he asked hoping she'd accept.
"No, I do not require anything." She replied in a monotone voice.
John sighed and put the food down on the small table.
"Cameron what's wrong." He asked as he sat on the bed. "Tell me."
"Nothing is wrong John, my systems are fully functional and as I stated my sheath will regenerate in 2 days, 3 hours and 26 minutes." She replied.
John groaned. She was upset, he could tell now, upset about what she'd nearly done most likely he didn't care he'd forgiven her.
"Cameron please, I love you." He begged
"I cannot love John, I am a Machine." She replied, thought the words hurt her more than any physical damage could.
"I don't believe you." He said annoyed and stood up. "You know that isn't true." He walked up to her and knelt down infront of her.
"I am only a Machine John, you can see that now clearly, you were misguided by my covering, now you have proof. I am a Machine, nothing more." She stared at him, and could see the red light of her eye slightly illuminating his face.
"No Cameron." He said strongly returning her stare. "I knew who and what I fell in love with, and looking at you now, as you are." He said looking at her up and down.
Cameron stared at him, she could feel her CPU overloading with Negative feedback.
'John hates me, he hates that I'm a machine. He's disgusted with me.'
"Cameron." John said then sighed before looking back at her. "I don't care." He admitted and pressed his hand onto her face. "I don't care."
Cameron's HUD lit up with a detailed scan of John's body.
REGULAR HEART RATE
STRESS LEVELS NORMAL
RESULT – TRUE.
Cameron's eye softened as she looked at him she could feel a tear building up.
"I love you." He said then removed his hand from her face and picked up her skeletal hand then placed gentle kisses over the metal.
Cameron watched him kiss her 'naked' hand then lean up to her face and press his lips to her damaged cheek and kiss around her eye, a tear fell from her organic eye as he put his arms around her and kissed her lips, something she happily returned.
'I was wrong, John loves me still.'
The two held one another in loving embrace their lips telling the other how much they cared, how much they needed the other, no words were said. No words were needed.
They had one another, that was all they needed.
Jason's Notes
Deep apologies for the long wait everyone, I am sorry.
I hope you enjoyed the action scenes because right now we're going to be cooling down a bit.
Sort of.
Next chapter will contain another lemon, Cameron's and John's first time just giving you a heads up.
So question: Did you like the action, how can I improve it, what didn't you like?