“Look with Daniel having been a terminator in disguise I fear what was inevitable is already in motion. However we can not tell anyone this at all I don’t want panic to run amuck for that will be our downfall. If I hear that either of you let word out there will be a considerable punishment to be handed out am I clear you two?”
“I can completely understand, Sir, everyone would start to question their own crew mates, it causes paranoia and breaks down communication.” Clarissa replied her arms folding, till Ezekiel takes off down the corridor, and she bolts on after him. The news awaiting the trio at the comms, is hardly helpful.
Sir we intercepted a coded burst from skynet….and we’ve been located sir. It was an order for all terminators in the area as well as several units of flyers and tanks to converge on our location and wipe us out…” Clarissa’s eyes dart to Ezekiel, whose blood seems to be draining from his face. This is the worst possible case scenario, and they were now sitting ducks against such an attack. Of course, she knew she could depend on her love, to pull out the stops and alert all on base, that the time had come, to stand and fight.
“This is Commander Whitestone speaking and I want you all to listen well…SkyNet has found us and now countless machines are on their way to wipe this little home of ours from the face of the earth. I’ll need everyone able body over the age of fifteen to report to the armory and ready themselves to fight. This is not a drill I repeat this is not a drill….”…when we drive off the machine menace those left will celebrate by creating a monument to those lost in this hellish fight we have fought and finally ended with the breaking of skynet! ARE YOU WITH ME!!!”
Clarissa’s voice joined in the chorus that was sounded out around the base, and knew that time was now of the essence. She along with many others made their way to the ammunition stores, and started to suit up for what would be the fight of their lives.
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“What’s taking so long, Squad Three? We need Big Bertha now! We’re dangerously close to being overrun and forced back into the compound!!”
Ash grabbed the radio and barked back. “Got her warmed up and ready to chow on your orders, Commander!” He looked at his sister, who was manning the gun turret. “Ready?”
“Let’s fucking do this!” Aleksis growled. Ash fired up the tanks engines, and revved her hard.
“Let’s go fuck up their day!” Ash grinned, stomping on the gas pedal. Bertha jerked forward and started toward the compound gates. A tech was waiting for them to close in on the doors before he opened them for the advancing war machine. Brother and sister came under immediate fire from the machines, but with the modifications they made, she was nearly unstoppable.
Aleksis was firing upon any machine that even moved the wrong way, blasting them to pieces while Ash simply ran over any that got in their way.
“Flyers coming in.” he stated calmly. Aleksis took a moment to realign her trajectory and started blasting the airbornes from the skies overhead.
This cleared a path for the troops to start joining the battle behind their armoured comrades.
” God, I love this gun. ” he said as they rolled out…
Though everyone else had raced off to gather ammunition for their rifles and attack armour, Clarissa held back, knowing that it was now time to unearth her project. Always one to believe that in order to defeat the machines…she must become one. Dashing down the corridor, past waves of remaining troops, and the blazing warning lights of the infiltration of the main centre by the terminators, she ducked down an air conditioning shaft to avoid detection and down far below into a specially built hanger, long since discarded and forgotten by the main command. Here, in the days long before the death of John Connor, Clarissa had worked on a dream, that had taken many years to complete, using spare parts from destroyed terminators, and bodging up tank and jet parts. With an affinity for technology, though she hated what the impact of the terminator machines had done to her world, she was a rogue…that not even Ezekiel knew about. Her father, a top government scientist and inventor, who had managed to create a power source that could fit in the palm of your hand, and yet power an entire city, had given her the key to this new technology. Her only fear, was that it would be discovered and misused. Exiting the aircon duct, she stands up in the dimly lit hanger, while above, the sounds of explosions, chaos and death were all around. Time was now of the essence. Taking off a special device that was strapped to her belt, she affixed it to her wrist and punched in a sequence, as a giant of metal and hydraulics vibrated and then rose to full standing, with a large glass dome opening skyward. She leapt up onto the knees of the machine and crawled the rest of the way up its side, till leaping into the cockpit.
Looking at the grid of dials and communication screens, all manner of statistical data rolled across the plasma screens, as the pressed in engage on her wrist communicator. A massive whir and the glass dome came down, its pressurized seal locking in place, as Clarissa grabbed her head set communicator and fitted it to her head. Gripping two control joysticks, her feet on the pedals, the machine stood up and as she controlled the right arm gun the arm raised simultaneously, as she said simply.
“Weapons check…verify code #0274 – 29.”
A green skull whirled about on the mirage of screens before her, the onboard computer complying with request as the chain gun barrels open and closed and the stores onboard were full and armed. The behemoth then started to walk for the main hanger door, which slid open, revealing the fire light of the blasts from flyers and machines. Little did they realize…a human walked the machines, masked as a machine herself.
It was clear that the base was taking a pounding, and while Big bertha and various tank units tried to clear the way, scores of the new recruits were but fodder to the lasers and bombs of the terminators. The Rogue powered out with each large metal splayed foot, digging deep into the earth, getting in the thick of the terminator army, when she had made it in so far, she started to spray the machines with canon fire, that ripped apart machine after machine. Even stepping back, the Rogue acted as its pilot reacted to return fire, taking out flyers at least two at a time. Clarissa grit her teeth within the confines of the cockpit, blasting away at anything that came in her way. The trick was working, and the deal…give the survivors more time to escape.
It was confirmed a short time later as Commander Whitestone ordered a complete evacuation. Aleksis looked at her brother and with a sigh, Ash turned Bertha back to the base to help with the evacuation. They would take the lead and weed out any machines that lie in wait for them as they searched for a new home.
“Fucking machines!” Ash growled as Aleksis shot down another Flyer.
“It makes me wonder if there isn’t some dickweed, humanoid, shit-for-brains, bureaucrat locked up in a bunker somewhere controlling these bastards.” Aleksis theorized.
“Possible. Question would be…why?”
“Money. Power.” she shrugged.
“Kind of hard to rule the world if all your subjects are mechanical.”
“True. I just wish this shit would end already.”
“I agree, sis.” Ash nodded as he lead the survivors away from their old home. They were silent for a while as they put miles between themselves and the machines. “Man I could go for some chili right now.” Asher stated after some time had passed. Aleksis stared at him.
“You do and you can sleep in the warehouse. I am not smelling your farts.”
Ash just grinned at her as Bertha rolled through the barren terrain.
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-Bertha was rolling past already and Xavier had another trick up his sleeve. One of the things he had been working on for sometime was a modified version of his nanobites, He wasnt willing to test them before now mainly because of his own dependency on the technology due to his arm and also because of how unstable they might be if they managed to work their way through the computer systems. Nanobites by nature were viral. They moved through systems just like they did through the human body. He wasnt sure what it would do so he kept watching for a lone target. The injection unit he had crafted was really one of his medical services kits but set for his mechanical arm. The delivery system he then set into his secondary XM-25.
The shot was quieter than normal and pierced the terminators back. As it did instead of simply exploding his back it seemed to shake and move like a dance. It reminded him almost of that bad pop singer Miley Cyrus trying to “Twerk” he thought to himself.In moments the sight around its entry began to melt inward as the terminators body slowly dissolved. The nano-bites ate its metallic frame as surely as if it were acid to living flesh attacking its inner molecular structure. His thoughts were right. They had worked but what next? Could they maybe get to the Central Unit to Drop a load of the nano-bites into the sub-processing unit of the central unit? If they could but only make it through the main defenses it could be the end of the war or at least the turn of the tide!-
Within the confines of her cockpit on Rogue, Clarissa heard the barking of orders for full evacuation. The machines had an upper hand, and now was Clarissa’s time to put her machine through its paces, bringing up the rear, to ensure the safe movement of the remaining trucks and tanks to safety, blowing up anything that came close or deemed hostile and a threat. The Rogue barked out round after round of shots, with loud explosions ringing all around it. Powering it now forward, it followed the convoy procession, that was led by Ezekiel.
A crackled sound came across the communications network, and then she could make out Eze’s voice, directed at her specifically. “Clarissa you alright Hun?” The whirring of hydraulics and pistons firing made it hard to hear him, as well as the constant crunch of the Rogue’s footfalls onto destroyed machines and dead bodies. “I’m fine, baby…going to catch you up in ten.”
Soon enough, the convoy stopped twenty miles up the road, and Clarissa shut down Rogue, the cabin glass shield lifting so she could get out, and then she climbed down the metal structure, jumping the last few feet. Before she barely hit the ground, she felt the touch of Ezekiel’s hand, and he led her off, away from the rest of the group, to a darkened corner, where his arms snaked around her waist, and he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Half surprised by his boldness, at first her eyes were wide open, but then they started to close, as she let the desire fill her, and she kissed back with just as much hunger, her fingers raking through his hair. “Clarissa i love you dearly and i would die for you without any hesitation at all.” Eze said, as he looked at her lovingly. Clarissa smiled, and replied. “Even if this is all we have, and tomorrow is our fated day, I will be glad, that I had this moment. I’ll love you from here, till the next life.” At that, she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, and drew it back, letting it fall to the ground at her feet. Her dog tags rest on her bare skin, that was glistening from the heat.
“Anything?” Ash called up to her as Bertha bumped and rolled over rocks and plantlife.
“Nothing yet.” she replied. She turned to look back at the convoy and saw that the Commander’s vehicle was off the road. “Stop!” Aleksis shouted. Bertha jerked to a halt as Ash hit the breaks. The other trucks and tankers behind them quickly stopped as well.
“What is it?” Ash exclaimed.
“Commander Whitestone’s car is off the side of the road.”
“You sure it’s his?” Ash climbed up from the other turret with his own set of binoculars.
“Yes. Get on the radio, see if you can locate him.” Aleksis commanded her brother.
Ash ducked back inside Bertha and grabbed his radio, tuning into the encrypted frequency they all used.
“Echo Three to Echo One! Come in, Commander!” Ash called into the radio.
-Xavier had moved ahead on his tank using a geo-thermal sensor device he was scouting for the central units location. The commander center would not be where they housed it. He hoped that he could find the outpost, blowing up terminators with his artillery was easy but he needed to save his special delivery system for the central unit. The way was hard as he moved each target he blew apart reminded him of all the lives he had lost. He was covered in sweat and was scratched and bloodied from the repeated fighting with the machines as the tank made its steady progression. He finally found a blip on the screen. What looked to be an entry point. At the access point was a terminal. Unlike most of the other sights he had found this was where the machines directly could recharge and communicate with the central net. Most of the higher level cyborgs had the capacity. However it wasnt for every unit to be operated on. He knew there was no way to hack it directly. You had to be a machine. So he did the only thing he could do. Thinking of everyone he lost and loved he knew it would be the end of him or the end of his pain. He wouldnt blame himself any longer.
Taking his arm, he grasped into the units station with his cybernetic arm. As he did he took the syringe and injected it into his own arm exploding it with the altered nano-bites. Unsure whether he would even survive, knowing only he must destroy the unit at all costs he watched his arm melt off his body as the nano-bites melted through into the housing and into the entire network-
” Eat this fucker! “
“Take me to bed and lose me forever.” Clarissa said breathlessly, her eyes like slits; bedroom eyes, as she felt the press of his raging member about to tap her inner thighs.“Now..do it now!” She cried..begging him, unable to wait…when…
“Echo Three to Echo One! Come in, Commander!”
Shocked by the sound on the radio, she creased her brow and pouted. What was he going to do, answer the radio, or take his woman?
“He’s not answering.” he told his sister. Aleksis had been keeping a steady eye on the commander’s truck and saw no movement.
“Give me the radio.” she demanded. Ash handed her the radio and she clicked it. “Echo Three to Echo Ten! Do you copy?”
…*static*…Echo Ten!…*static*…I copy!…
“Jaxs…what’s your 20?”
…*static*…I’m about…*static*…two miles behind you!…
“Good. I got a bead on the Commander’s truck and he’s not answering comms. Take a couple of the jockeys and check it out will ya? He’s about a mile off your location.”
Aleksis looked at her brother. “And now we wait.”
“Maybe he stopped to take a shit.”
“For half an hour?” her tone was incredulous. Ash shrugged.
“We had tacos and chili for dinner before we evac’d.” To emphasis the point, he let out a fart of epic proportions and Aleksis made a disgusted face.
“You’re a dick, Asher.”
“Ah, but I’m your favorite dick, sis.” Ash chuckled.
“That sounded so wrong on so many levels, bro.” Aleksis groaned, causing Ash to laugh hard.
…*static*…Echo Ten to Echo Three!…*static*…Come in!…
“Echo Three! I copy!”
…*static*…Found the Commander!…*static*…Uh…he’s fine!…
“What the fuck was he doing?” she demanded.
It took a moment for Aleksis to work out what that meant. When she realized the signifigance, she looked at her brother, eyes wide. “Did he just…”
“Who’s he with?”
“Haven’t seen Commander Grant in a fair while either.” Ash grinned.
“Oh hell!” Aleksis groaned. She went back to the radio. “Send out the signal. We’ll camp here and rest for the night. Start setting up sensors and defense posts around our perimeter.” she ordered to all who were listening. She looked at her brother.
“Come on sis…can’t begrudge them finding some kind of happiness in this fucked up war.” Ash stated gently.
“Yeah.” Aleksis sighed. “Come on…let’s circle the wagons.” She ducked back into Bertha, her brother not far behind.
Xaviers arm was melting and the blood began to pour off him as the station itself became more heated. the nano-bites had done their decided job. They had infiltrated into the network working down through the network. Sadly,he was still physically attached to it via the arm. As it grew hotter he could not disengage from the pieces that held him in place. He knew there was nothing else that could be done. His arm was in white hot agony as his legs too began to melt. The whole platform became slowly a sea of metal. It folded in taking him down into the liquid. The choppers and evac-s must not have gotten any signal from his unit. He thought to himself as he slowly melted away that at least he had done them a crushing blow…