Chapter 0
The Future that was. Shiny Angel.
April 19th 2011 was the day CRS activated the Skynet program created by the Kaliba Corporation, Skynet was programmed to be America's greatest defense, it was supposed to be the greatest ally to those united with America, The United Kingdom, Canada, Germany and others and everything was working just fine … at first. That was until two days later.
April 21st 2011: Judgement Day. Skynet fought back against it's creators and single handedly ended the lives of over Six Billion people leaving the survivors to see the misery and the destruction that they would be fighting in for the decades to come to face the tyranny of Skynet and the War against Machines.
June 23rd 2031
Eyes gazed upon the ruined desolate landscape; the grey skies, the bones littering the ground like simple rocks, skeletons within their cars killed in an instant frozen in time, buildings mere husks of their form selves, the flashes of energy of purple and blue in the distance.
CRASH
A skull shattered under the metal foot, the T-800 scanned the horizon once more, Mk 1 Plasma rifle in hand, the old obsolete Machine turned it's head to a sudden explosion in the distance; an Aerial HK had been shot down by Resistance fire and crashed into the ground.
Soldiers ran from cover to cover from collapsed signs, ruins of building structure and over turned cars, dodging and evading enemy plasma fire.
"Get down get down!" yelled one soldier.
"I need ammo, who's got more ammo?"
"We got in coming!"
"MEDIC!"
The cries of war were the same now as they had been as they had since the beginning of the war.
A Sergeant looked to the men in his command the remains of their Lieutenant by his side his head sizzling from a bolt of plasma to the face.
"Alright, I want Wilkins, Johnson and Smith to apply covering fire to me and Wilkes, alright, let's GO. GO! GO! " he cried.
Immediately the resistance soldiers stepped out from cover aiming their plasma weapons at the metal menace and fired as the Sergeant and Wilkes ran ahead.
"GO WILKES MOVE IT!" the Sergeant yelled both men panting from exhaustion their hearts pounding from the ongoing adrenaline.
Cover was in sight the T-888s and 900s were being subdued their targeting systems focusing on the attacking soldiers.
"We're almost there!" The Sergeant yelled.
A sudden bright light lit up the area just in front of the sergeant temporarily blinding him, the ground picked up as it exploded knocking him off his feet and made him land harshly on the unforgiving ground.
He groaned in pain the world around him was spinning, he looked up and saw the lowers legs and boots smoking and hissing not too far from him: Wilkes.
A look of horror adorned his face as he opened his mouth to yell, the ground rumbled beneath him as a Mark 2 HK-Tank appeared in front of him it's right cannon shifting aim from where Wilkes had once stood to the Sergeant himself.
It fired.
"After twenty years of fighting the Machines humans have barely escaped extinction. Each year Skynet, releases new war machines upon us designed for a single purpose; to wipe us out, each year we defy it by fighting back and strive to live for another day. Some look upon me as a Messiah, John Connor: the warrior prophet come to lead humanity to victory, others look upon me as a traitor, the man who would stand with a Machine and send good men to their deaths. If they only knew what I knew, what I've seen since I was young, would they think any different? Perhaps not. Skynet's latest plan is to send the most powerful Terminator in it's arsenal back in time to wipe out the original members of the Resistance including the John Henry and his allies. However it would … if it had it."
Monologue by John Connor.
A modified pick-up truck flew over wreckage and debris, the gunner at the back firing at an unseen enemy.
"HEADS UP! WE GOT A HK ON OUR BUTTS!" the driver of the pick-up yelled into the radio, moments before the debris was blown away with plasma fire a Mark 3 Tank rolling towards them. The Mark 3 HK Tank: a smaller version of the Mark 2 HK Ground Tank, these models unlike their larger descendants which had 'head' and 'torso' pieces this unit had those parts fused into a single piece and with wider 'arms' in comparison to it's size.
Around the large Machine was a squad of advanced T-950s, a deep red glow emitting from parts of their bodies the same colour as their eyes, the powerful Mark 2 Skynet Plasma Rifle in their hand.
"Bring 'em on home." Came the reply from a higher ranking resistance soldier. "And we'll throw 'em a surprise party."
Along with the Lieutenant was a large gathering of Resistance soldiers, armed to the teeth with bullpup Plasma Carbines, Resistance Plasma Rifles the "P.L.M 40", armor piercing rounds within Assault Rifles and High Explosive Anti-Tank rockets.
"Hold your fire until they're in the kill-zone!" he called out.
In buildings and alleyways down the street were more soldiers hidden in waiting
The Skynet units were within the ambush point the Pick-Up narrowly avoiding the barrage of plasma.
"ARRRGGHHH!" came a cry of agony as the gunner fell from the truck only to be crushed into pulp by the tank.
"GO!" came the cry of the Lieutenant.
As one the Resistance moved out from their ambush points and fired at the Skynet units which immediately returned the offensive onslaught, the Tank's automatic cannons swivelling from one target to another and blowing away the resistance.
The lieutenant looks on as the ambush fails, the units tearing through his men like nothing.
"Anti-Armor NOW!" he yells to soldier behind him.
Two soldiers come running towards his position each carrying a large portable rocket launcher, he looks down and picks up the one by his feet and gets into a kneeling position, the others get into the same position a dozen feet apart
"FIRE!" he yells then three rockets fire simultaneously towards the tank blowing apart it apart.
A damaged Endoskeleton goes lying from the wreckage and lands heavily amongst others of it's kind, the red of it's eye and body light up once again, the pistons in it's body reactivate as the severed torso pulls itself along while it's whole brethren open fire at the Resistance.
The Lieutenant grabs the radio once more and looks back to the pick-up which is getting further away
"You listen to me, you keep going, get that thing to Connor, you understand, don't let the Metal get it."
"What about you?" comes the reply.
"We've done our job." He replied before killing the radio and picking up a P.L.M Rifle and turns his attention back to the advancing Endoskeletons and begins firing.
Above a low hum is heard followed by the roar of engines. An Aerial flies over the battlefield hovering over the Resistance and fires at the remaining soldiers.
"This is Private Jenkins we can't hold them back! They're over running our position!" a cry comes from over the radio before it goes dead.
He strode with authority down the tunnel his hands behind his back his eyes staring forward, soldiers parting like the red sea from the Bible to get out of his way hands flying to their foreheads in a salute; he didn't even acknowledge them. Behind him, his confidant, his closest friend, and personal body guard all rolled up in a single person: his wife, kept in stride with him her own eyes never leaving the exit they were coming upon.
Stepping out upon the darkness of post-world Judgement Day, John Connor reached a hand out taking the Resistance custom binoculars from the hands of a nearby soldier he stepped forward next to him another soldier dark skinned manning a Plasma Turret Gun, Connor looked through the binoculars setting them to night vision and scanned the area in the distance he saw Aerial HKs and Tanks roam the city firing at unknown targets, either his or John Henry's forces, or both, elsewhere he saw the remains of the ambush crew several units of T-950s marching on with the Aerial providing air support, his lips turned from a frown to a dark grimace as he pulled the binoculars from his face his eyes narrowed in anger.
He turned his gaze towards his wife and nodded his head. She understood and pulled a small detonator from her pocket, and flipped the switch. The world lit up brightly and a thunderous roar echoed across the ruined city of Los Angeles, soldiers turned their gaze away from the light, allied Machines, Connor and his wife; their gaze never left the sight of the explosion, obliterating everything in it's path.
Without a word John Connor turned around and re-entered the tunnels followed by Cameron leaving his soldiers with a look of awe.
SYSTEMS OFFLINE …
SYSTEMS REBOOTING!
SYSTEM CHECK.
RIGHT ARM – 95% FUNCTIONALITY.
LEFT LEG – 94% FUNCTIONALITY.
WARNING CPU COMPROMISED UNKNOWN VARIABLE DETECTED
SHUT DOWN INITIATED …
SHUT DOWN OVERRIDE
Y/N … Y
SHUT DOWN OVERRIDDEN …
SYSTEMS ONLINE …
DIAGNOSTIC …
KALIBA – CRS SYSTEMS MODEL T-400 DESIGNATION: 'WALL.E'
ONLINE!
The old rusted T-400 reactivated from it's shut down period, it stood up from where it had laid down and stretched, it's old clunky joints groaning.
The T-400 was Skynet's first attempt to mimic a human's appearance since the early T-70 walker drones created pre-Judgement Day. The 400 series stood just under 7 feet tall, normally at the height of 6 foot 8 inches and weighed in at a quarter of a ton, there were one of the tallest and heaviest of Skynet's machines, not that that was a good thing. They were slow, stupid, their parts were block shaped, box shaped head, shoulders, rectangular lower arms, upper and legs and a very blockish torso, with exposed wires between their shoulders and lower arms and between their torso and pelvis region, they had one eye inside their box shaped head and a camera on their shoulder which acted as their second eye. Sometimes Wall.E wondered if he were the last operating unit.
The Machine looked around to gather it's surroundings, the old Connor base, 'Civilian Quarters'. The quarters for civilians.
'Duh.' it thought before scanning the area once more, it's old systems detecting the enemy, it reached towards it's weapon and began it's mission to Terminate all hostile forces.
The civilians watched on as the T-400 shuffled past them, an old wooden brush in hand as it swept the floor, a piece of tin attached to it's torso by a single nail which had been hammered in, the name 'Wall.E' carved into it by some sharp implement.
Wall.E was one of the oldest Machines in the Resistance, like all Machines that were roughly it's age, it had become sentient, it gave itself a name an identity and a new role once it's model was no longer in use, with it's was old and obsolete Titanium structure, wires unprotected from it's arms and legs, all the box shaped clunker did now was sweep the floor, pick up trash, and try and keep the base tidy, it didn't fight, not since the T-800 units became common on the battleground back in 2020.
Unlike the surviving members of it's original squad Wall.E had taken damage to the chip which hindered it's already limited learning capabilities, the others had, had their 'personalities' uploaded into more advanced chips, becoming T-500s, 600s, 800s and some even Triple Eights, but again not poor Wall.E.
Wall.E was known by most of the Resistance members in the base and most of the civilians too, some of the children even liked him, finding him funny in his child and 'primitive' ways, it/he like the children found awe in new things or old picture of the old world, when Wall.E was finished with his daily duties he would play with the children; hide & seek, jump rope (though he was no longer allowed to jump as the old Machine was very heavy and made A LOT of noise when hitting the ground repeatedly) and whatever games the kids thought of next.
John Connor fell back into chair behind his desk and groaned while rubbing his eyes.
'God my eyes.' He mentally groaned.
"John you need to rest." Came the soft voice of Cameron from behind him.
The now 39 year old John Connor turned around in his chair and smiled sadly to his wife, who looked weathered and dirty from years of war and living in rat infested tunnels.
"I know Cam." He went quiet and stared ahead at the wall in front of him, those men were dead because of him, he had hoped the weapons they'd been supplied would be enough to keep at least some of them alive, but alas he was wrong, 900 series were resilient bastards, taking multiple shots of Plasma fire before their armor would give; more so than the 850 series. "Now I just need to work on that report John Henry sent me then … Oh! …. Oooooohh" he suddenly purred as he felt small but strong hands begin to massage the muscles around his shoulders and neck, he melted into her touch and continued to moan. "Oh god! Please don't stop Cam, pllleeeaaassssee don't stop."
Cameron smirked even when John was younger she had this effect on him, and she could always calm him down with a relaxing massage when he was feeling tense, aggravated or depressed, then her eyes traveled lower down his body.
'Oh!'
Okay maybe he found the massages pleasurable rather than relaxing but she'd never complain. She leant down and pressed her soft lips against his cheek.
"John, you've been torturing yourself with work, you need to rest, to relax." She told him seductively
John chuckled quietly. "Why do I think if I give in I'm not gunna be relaxing or resting." He smirked.
"Are you saying no?" she asked coyly a small pout on her lips but a sly look in her eyes.
"Of course not." He purred and turned to touch his wife's cheek.
Suddenly something banged heavily on the door.
"General Connor! General!" came the voice from the other side frantic and exhausted.
The Connors groaned at the interruption, after a moment Cameron released her husband reluctantly and made her way to the door.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I wanna talk to John!" the voice shouted back a hint of anger in his voice
John sighed, even now some didn't trust Cameron, he nodded to her sadly and she opened the door in response and the soldier stumbled in, glancing at Cameron before looking at John, said General could see the look of disgust in the eye of the man.
"What?" John demanded.
"Ugh sir, the ambush team has been wiped out." He gulped.
John tensed then groaned in anger, sadness and annoyance remember what he saw. "I know, I saw the ambush sight." He groaned "And what of the extraction team, have they called in?" he asked.
The solider twitched briefly he wanted to yell at Connor for being so heartless for not caring about all those dead soldiers, fine soldiers because of a damn Machine, his eyes glanced back to Cameron before looking to John once more.
"Extraction team is one Pick-Up and driver, everyone else is dead or captured." He replied.
John was silent and looked away from the soldier. "ETA?" he asked
"Twenty minutes… sir." He said nearly spitting 'sir' from his mouth reluctantly.
"Dismissed." John ordered as he stared the man in the eyes.
"Sir." The soldier saluted before leaving,
"One last thing" John said just a little too calmly just as the soldier left the room, "Come here." He ordered in the same tone of voice , the soldier re-entered the room, John nodded his head towards Cameron. "Who is that?" he asked.
The soldier glanced to Cameron who moved her confused gaze from John to the soldier, her emotionless eyes staring into his own.
"Sir?" the soldier asked as he tore his eyes away and looked at John, who just sat in his chair waiting.
"Who is she Corporal?" John asked again a little edge to his once calm voice.
"A … mach" the Corporal tried to respond before …
"SHE IS MY WIFE SOLIDER!" John roared suddenly and stood up his chair falling over, his eyes narrowed in anger a grimace upon the aging General's face. "She is my wife and she deserves your apology."
"Apology sir?" the Corporal asked timidly. General Connor could be truly frightening.
"You didn't salute her." The General began his voice a deep growl as he kept his voice quiet enough for only the three in the room. "You didn't acknowledge her as your superior officer, and as your superior officer if she gives you an order you obey it, if she asks for information you give it to her without question, if she asks you to FUCKING jump you will say HOW HIGH!" John's voice steadily got louder a few decibels below yelling, he stormed right up to the man's face and spoke quietly. "If I see or hear about any insulting behavior to my wife again, offending soldier will be on cleaning duty scrubbing toilet, cleaning boots and licking any gunk any Machine steps in, AM I UNDERSTOOD?!" he roared loudly.
"Um, ugh." The soldier stuttered
"WELL?" John yelled his eyes baring into the soldier's.
"Ugh." The man squeaked.
John Connor's expression darkened and nodded his head towards Cameron, the Corporal seemed to get it, he turned away from Connor, his eyes leaving the General's last afraid the man would lash out then settled on Cameron's who tilted her head slightly, waiting.
The Corporal saluted. "Apologies … ma'am." The Corporal began and swallowed to clear his throat. "It uh, won't happen again." He added nervously.
"See that it doesn't." Cameron said darkly, over the years she found it better to stick up for herself than allow soldiers like the Corporal before her to abuse her in any way, even a certain Lieutenant Derek Reese – before his time displacement.
"Dismissed." John growled and watched him leave the door slamming behind him.
"Asshole" John grumbled to himself before falling back into his chair.
"Ignore him John, it's old news." Cameron said as she locked the door and walked back to him.
"I know, but it … it's still fucking aggravates me, after all these years and people STILL don't trust you." John's fists clenched tightly together in anger.
"John, it's alright, I don't care what they think." She told him and placed a calming hand on his shoulder.
"I know but …" he began before being interrupted.
"No buts John. Now …" she began as she began to re-massage his shoulders immediately getting a groan of approval "You're going to relax, then we are going to bed." She smirked.
John looked up his eyes feeling a little heavy. "What? We, we can't, the extraction team the T …" he tried to explain but was interrupted again
"Twenty minutes John, plenty of time." She replied seductively before leaning down and running her tongue around his ear. "Now come." She whispered.
"Yes dear." He purred in response as she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him to bed.
Wall.E had finished his duties and was now walking aimlessly around the base, the children who played with him were asleep or had been hurt or worse, he passed by more advanced Endoskeletons, Infiltrators and Resistance soldiers, the latter of which throw scrap at him and yell out offensive and abusive words.
Wall.E whimpers a little from the name calling, trying to ignore it's human tormentors and continued walking. They never openly attack him, they throw things at him, call him names, maybe shoot him with low calibre weapons, but never anything big, like beating him with batons or plasma fire or high calibre bullets, "A waste of ammo and effort" he'd heard them say, sometimes; times like these Wall.E wished could cry, curl up into a fetal position and go offline forever.
Even other Machines made fun of him and worst of all they didn't even realise it, they would merely see him as an 'obsolete machine' and ignore him, or not take him into any consideration, like the time a Triple Eight pushed him out of it's way instead of walking around him.
But he still had friends here; the Connors liked him, they'd been there when he was reprogrammed back in the mid-2010s, they'd watched him grow mentally and become what he was today … the Janitor and whenever they crossed paths they spoke to him and were generally friendly to him.
Wall.E found himself in one of the larger rooms of the base, where vehicles were deployed right now the large camouflaged door was open soldiers and Terminator sentries positioned at key points in the room, suddenly he paused in step there was the sound, a low humming, mechanical, getting louder, getting closer, then suddenly a loud high pitched squealing, Wall.E looked to his right, then to his left.
"AAIIEEEEE!" Wall.E cried out in high pitch using his primitive voice box and dived to the side as a Pick-Up squealed as the driver kept his foot on the brake.
Resistance fighters came into the open room and ran towards the Pick-Up.
"Come on get it out of here, we gotta get it to the lab!" came one voice.
"Where the FUCK is Connor?" came another voice.
Wall.E slowly got to his feet, groaning as he shook his head, it watched as a Triple Eight Infiltrator reached into the back of the Pick-Up and pulled out a long six foot metal crate and carried out of the room towards the labs.
"Ooh." Wall.E said with interest, he looked around and followed them trying to look nonchalant.
He followed the soldiers and the Terminator through the corridors and hallways, until he slammed into a wall, or rather the hand of one of the newer reprogrammed T-900 endoskeleton.
"You are unauthorized from going further, leave the area immediately." The Machine ordered him mechanically.
"Oooohhh" Wall.E whined sadly and turned around, he glanced back to the shorter machine, then immediately barged past it. "AIIIEEEEEE!" Wall.E cried as he ran as quick as his bad joints could the T-900 running after him gaining on him rapidly.
Wall.E ran around a corner seconds later followed by the 900
The sound of metallic feet pounding against the ground sounded further and further away, Wall.E poked his head out of a small gap in the wall and stepped out slowly as he looked around, the coast was clear.
"YAY!" Wall.E cried cheerfully, before stopping abruptly, looking around in case anything heard him. "yay." He cheered quietly once more over his small victory then continued his search for the soldiers and the metal box.
Cameron walked into the room assessing the threat level and ensuring her husband would be safe, the Machine in front of her was strapped down with heavy chains and metal clamps it's CPU shock dampener and seal were laid on a near table, there were no others in the room, John liked doing special jobs himself, the 'Uncle Bob' T-800 for example and her young self.
"Clear." She announced and stepped aside as John walked in a smirk on his face.
"Thank you dear." He chuckled briefly, then his face became serious as his eyes looked over the advanced Endoskeleton, he walked over to it examining it closer.
"Just like I remember." He commented grimly, "Is this the exact model?" he asked looking to his wife
Cameron now stood beside him her eyes moving over the endoskeleton with a critical eye. "No." she replied once she finished her analysis.
John sighed deeply then looked back to the Machine. "The most powerful Terminator ever created." He commented as if it were nothing.
"The model nearly Terminated Weaver like she was nothing." Cameron replied.
"Really knocked her down a few pegs." He chuckled, but his humour vanished quickly, his eyes moved over the Endoskeleton once more he placed the tips of his fingers hesitantly upon the Machine afraid it could somehow activate from his touch, his eyes went over every curve every tiny bolt his fingers brushing over the alloy following his eyes, every indent, every piece that was carved to fit, to shift and twist to reveal hidden weaponry.
Cameron saw the intense look upon John's face, this Machine, this model; the T-X, it hurt him to see it, no Machine had hurt John so much in history not even herself back from her future when she killed Allison Young.
"John, it's not the same Machine." She said softly placing a caring hand on the man's shoulder.
"I know."
"This isn't the one that .."
"I know." John interrupted. "I know, maybe next time, I can change things, make things better." He looked Cameron in the eye, she could see the damage that had been done to him all those years ago, the pain he felt in the very depths of his soul.
"Do you?" she inquired gently while gently stroking his arm.
"I …" he hesitated. "I don't know." He gulped. "No, this, this Machine I can barely look at it. The only reason I'm doing this is because I can give a big "fuck you" to Skynet." He looked back to the Machine before him.
Cameron walked the few steps to the metal tray next to the offline Machine and picked up the Machine's advanced chip. "Do you want to start now?" she asked.
"Yeah, good idea." He said before walking towards the one computer in the lab followed quickly by Cameron.
Cameron watched her husband sit at the desk as she plugged the chip into the chip interface set up, the makeshift equipment to reprogram the CPUs, she heard the rapid typing of keys as John's finger blurred against the keyboard rapidly altering every little bit of Skynet coding and suppressing that what couldn't be removed.
It was times like this she really worried about him. John had gone through so much pain in the last few years leading up to Judgement Day, the loss of Charley by Kaliba forces, Derek by a Triple Eight, friend from school when an unknown Machine; later revealed to be an advanced T-900 infiltrator, then Sarah … killed by the T-X just a few hours before Judgement Day.
Back then Cameron wasn't as powerful as she was now, her body was barely capable of battling a Triple Eight in a one-on-one fight, if it hadn't been for the T-850 model 101, they wouldn't have survived. She thought that if her body back then as it was now, there could have been a better chance at survival, Sarah could have survived, but then again, would she want to see the world as it was now, a corpse of its former self.
The Terminator had sacrificed his life to save them, somehow detonating a powerful enough explosion to destroy the T-X's damaged endoskeleton leaving behind only a torso and skull which dwindled in power, the body was destroyed, but the Machine's mind had been saved having possessed multiple bodies over the years, now residing inside a large HK Reaper.
Cameron had held John for hours after everything, when the threat of the T-X had ended and Judgement Day was occurring, he wept for 23 minutes and 43 seconds, they held each other for nearing 3 hours, 45 minutes and 38 seconds: the worst few hours of their lives. It was then he stood up a new man, determined to destroy his enemy, and willing to do anything to make it happen.
"Is that Wall.E?" came John's voice bringing Cameron from her thoughts.
"What?" she asked then turned her head towards where John was facing and saw the old rusted T-400 watching them from the window, there was an awkward pause, when suddenly.
"Hello Wall.E" Cameron greeted loudly while giving the child-like Machine a friendly wave.
"EEEEE!" Wall.E shrieked once it realised it had been spotted (it had always been a little slow)
The suddenly before the Connors' very eyes Wall.E was tackled around the waist by a T-900 endoskeleton both Machines vanishing from sight.
"AAAHHHHHH!" came Wall.E's cry.
The Connors looked to one another dumbfounded then looked back to the window, then back to one another, then back to the window, the T-900 rose from the ground with Wall.E flung over its shoulder and marched away from the room, Wall.E kicking and whining all the way.
Cameron caught sight of John's face turning red, his eyes clenched shut his shoulder shaking up and down. "John?" she asked worried about him, suddenly the most beautiful sound was heard; John started laughing, truly laughing.
Cameron smiled then laughed with him while John banged his hand repeatedly against the desk in front of him his laughter only growing louder his face now bright red, he laughed and laughed and laughed eventually coughing from lack of breath, he took in rapid breaths only to fuel his laughter some more, after several minute he calmed down, his face still red tears coming from his eyes.
John exhaled loudly through his mouth. "I needed that." He announced a small smile still on his face.
He glanced to Cameron who was smiling back at him.
"Would you like me to take over for a while John, we'll work together?" she offered.
Normally when John Connor programmed Machines he did it himself with Cameron as an observer. But in truth he was tired a little sore, Cameron had been rough again after roleplaying her favourite scenario, 'Deadly Terminator and captured human sex-slave.' It was his favourite too, not that he'd ever tell her.
"Alright sure, why not?" he replied and got up from his chair and allowed Cameron to sit down, he glanced to his side and pulled up another chair and sat on it backwards as he looked over Cameron's shoulder.
The T-900 carried Wall.E out and threw the older Machine off of it's shoulder and onto the floor.
"Get out." It ordered mechanically while watching Wall.E stand up and regain his bearings "Get out." It repeated and pointed forward.
"oooohh" Wall.E whimpered sadly and turned to leave, before turning back around to try again, The T-900 quicker this time and put both hands on Wall.E chest and kept him at bay, Wall.E's arms flailed past the T-900s head trying to get past before giving up.
Wall.E turned to leave once more, before turning around and attempting to duck under the 900's arms, only for the newer shinier Machine to grab Wall.E spin around using Wall.E's momentum and threw him back out.
Wall.E stood once more and huffed in indignation and stomped off not seeing the T-900 roll it's metal eyes.
Wall.E grumbled to himself upset that he couldn't watch the Connor's work on the new Machine, from what he saw it was really shiny, he liked shiny things, it was also small, mind you, most Machines were smaller than his series. He wanted to know what it was, a female based T-900? 'Female' Machines weren't unheard of, just not that common, along with Mrs Connor there was the odd female Triple-Eight and T-895 here and there across the Resistance bases, there was also one or two female K series; the liquid metal Machines, Wall.E himself had seen some of the lady machines, Resistance soldiers would whistle at them before learning what they really were.
Before Wall.E knew where he was, he walked into a wall.
"OH! Wall.E groaned and held his block shaped head before rubbing it. 'Bully' he thought to himself before taking in his immediate area, he was still within the Military section, with a grumble of dissatisfaction, he left for the civilian quarters.
The civilians were searching from scraps of food, the food given to them by Connor had run out for the week and they had to scavenge once again. Wall.E was used to the sight, it was actually this that made him more welcome among the civilians than the Military with his enhanced vision he was better at finding rodents to eat. Wall.E watched as three children ran after a rat with a sharpened stick heading right towards him, he waited patiently then put his foot down to his right; the rat's tail caught under his foot trapping the creature.
The children paused and looked up smiling.
"Thanks Wall.E" one of the children; a girl, thanked, then with a thrust of the stick impaled the rat in the head killing it. Wall.E lifted his foot off allowing the girl to grab it an lift it up. "You wanna come hunting with us?" she asked receiving a nod of affirmative from the old clunker. "Great lets go."
The children made their way deeper into the tunnel followed by the Machine. Within an hour another three rats had been caught, one especially plump found feeding on the remains of another rat, a great haul for the day, four rats in total.
"We better get back to Uncle Stan and get these cooked." The girl said to her two friends and Wall.E before going back the way they came.
Suddenly, from deeper within the civilian quarters was the sound of screaming and gunfire, the children stopped, Wall.E pausing behind them. The screams were getting louder the gunfire more frequent, they heard someone yelling
"SOMEONE GET THE GUARDS!"
"Uncle Stan!" the girl gasped recognising the voice, dropping the rats she ran towards the voice. "UNCLE STAN!" she yelled, the two boys ran in the opposite direction.
The Triple Eight had reverted back to its original Skynet programming and had started gunning down the humans in the vicinity. All it had encountered so far were simple civilians, killing them almost seemed a waste of ammunition, almost. At first the civilians were curious as the Terminator turned it's eyes to them with a blank expression before curiosity turned to horror as it gunned them down. Even now it marched down the tunnels firing at the strays, the weak, and the slow. There was crying, the Machine turned it's eyes to a small female human child knelt beside one of the dead crying, the Terminator turned it's weapon to the girl.
"RRiiiiyyyaaahhh!" A cry of rage erupted beside the Triple Eight as a heavy but powerful arm crashed into the bottom of the Triple Eight's weapon spraying bullets across the wall before large fist slammed into the triple Eight's face knocking it to the ground with the weapon falling from it's hands.
The enemy Machine looked up to it's attacked seeing a rusted old T-400.
KALIBA – CRS SYSTEMS SERIES T-400
THREAT LEVEL: LOW
The Triple Eight rose to the ground only to feel the 400's hands grip it's clothing and throw it down the tunnel away from the girl before stomping slowly after the more advanced Machine. The Triple Eight was quick to get back onto it's feed and stormed towards the obsolete robot.
Wall.E lashed out swinging his arm to strike the Cyborg only for it to catch his arm without effort and began to crush the servos with even less effort causing Wall.E to cry out in dismay, the Triple Eight sent it's fist crashing through Wall.E's weak chest plate reached for his power cell.
In panic Wall.E slammed his fist into the face of the Machine knocking it's head back but doing no more, Wall.E felt the hard grasp of the Machine's hand around his power cell, his systems warning him of the increased pressure around which was starting to crush the slightly armoured frame around it.
Unbeknownst to the two fighters a slender form made it's way behind them, it's light foot falls muted out by the sounds battle it silently stepped up behind the enemy Triple Eight as it's head snapped back, it placed it's slender shiny hand on the shoulder of the Triple Eight then gripped it tightly.
The Triple Eight had only been able to acknowledge the touch before it was sent careening through the air before crashing landing hard into the ground the rock beneath shattering upon impact, it looked up seeing the thin, shiny endoskeleton obviously a variation of the T-900 series.
TARGET ANALYSED…
UNKNOWN ENDOSKELETON …
T-950 ENDOSKELETON 85% SIMILARITY
THREAT LEVEL: HIGH
The Triple Eight rose to it's feet only to feel the Machine upon it once more and sent it's head careening into the stone wall before it was sent crashing down to the floor.
By this time Wall.E was sat on the floor leaning against the wall for support, his right arm crushed beyond use, a large gaping hole in his chest, but his eye and camera kept focused on the strange wonder he saw before him.
'The Shiny.' He thought to himself as he watch the new Endoskeleton dominate the Triple Eight, the Shiny had blue light emanating from the sides of it's head, it's arms and chest, the same blue that came from it's eyes, it was … almost angelic in his eyes, the way it dominated the Triple Eight seemed almost graceful.
WARNING SYSTEMS FAILURE
SHUTDOWN IMMINENT
RIGHT ARM SERVOS - NON FUNCTIONAL
POWER CELL DAMAGED
SHUTTING
The warning didn't have time to finish as Wall.E shut down his world turning into darkness.
Jason's notes
Hey everyone first off, this was going to be just LARGE one-shot, then it was gunna be a LARGE chapter in the story, but I think I'll separate it out into different chapters.
What's going on is right now, we're looking at the future where Luna, Tony (the T-800), and A.T came from after a few chapter in the future, we will be getting back to the new timeline and the actual story.
Right now I'm in Florida enjoying the last few days of a three week vacation and I have bought some awesome Terminator toys based on the T-800 from T2 ^_^ I got one, and I'm getting another one today 8D so yeah. Getting these and watching Terminator 2-3D: Battle Across Time made me wanna do another chapter, but this time set in the future.
For those interested, I will be adding the lemon scene to Chapter 26 later on.