Happy! Birthday!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear cisaac!
Happy birthday to you!
He raised the binoculars to his eyes, ignoring their coldness before contact with his skin warmed them. Off in the distance, above what had once been the Gerald Desmond Bridge, a bright light had caught his attention. It moved slowly across the gray sky. He at first thought it was some enormous HK, but now the glasses revealed that it was... something else entirely.
“What the fuck?” John Connor lowered the binocs and squinted against the wind that whipped in off the dull, angry water of the bay. The light that had initially brought him out here was still there, still shining just as brightly. He brought the binocs back up and studied the... What? Whatever it was, it was fucking huge. It wasn’t moving slowly at all; that was just an illusion caused by distance and atmosphere. But what the hell did Skynet need with something that big? Something that looked like a troop transport or a battleship. “What are you up to now, John Henry?”
***
Several minutes later, John was a good mile up the coast, closer to where what looked to be several planes were in the process of landing. The radiation in this area was a little high for him to be spending this much time above ground, not to mention the possibility of being caught out by the many patrols the metal had mounted in the vicinity, but he just couldn’t let this pass unnoted. He was starting to think it had nothing to do with Skynet and his curiosity was growing to galactic proportions.
He took up a position that offered plenty of cover from the landing zone. And it had the added benefit of cutting off most of the wind. A bonus. As he watched, the side of the first vehicle that landed swung up and several people jumped to the sandy ground. People. Humans. There were too many of them in too many shapes and sizes to be metal.
“What the fuck?” he repeated, the phrase becoming his mantra for the day. Suddenly, he wished he hadn’t felt the need to just get away for a few minutes. He wanted Cameron here with him, but she was back at the base.
More people, many of them in some kind of uniform, poured out of the birds they’d landed in. They looked around at their surroundings as though they’d never seen the ruins of a city before, but the cities had been the first things Skynet had nuked.
A man from the first plane to land knelt and scooped up a handful of the gritty sand and let it trickle through his fingers for a moment before dropping the rest of it and standing, brushing off his hands. He looked around him as the others had done, were doing, and John could see through the binocs the expression on the man’s craggy face was one of anger. The woman beside him looked at him and then up, pulling her coat more tightly around her.
Another woman walked up to them as John watched. Not far behind her was another group, both men and women. Or maybe he should say both male and female.
“Shit.” He lowered the glasses and backed away from his concealed position. He had to get back to base as soon as possible.
The other group, a good dozen of them, consisted of two men, identical twins, a set of Asian quintuplets, and a set of blonde quadruplets. There was no way they could be anything but Terminators, probably T-1000s with appearances more human even than the triple 8s had.
Skynet, it appeared, had a new weapon and John had to make sure his people were ready for it.
Hope you like it and let me know if you think of a good title. I hate titles. :P
And thank you so much, stardust_20 and roxybisquaint, for the beta. *squish*
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear cisaac!
Happy birthday to you!
He raised the binoculars to his eyes, ignoring their coldness before contact with his skin warmed them. Off in the distance, above what had once been the Gerald Desmond Bridge, a bright light had caught his attention. It moved slowly across the gray sky. He at first thought it was some enormous HK, but now the glasses revealed that it was... something else entirely.
“What the fuck?” John Connor lowered the binocs and squinted against the wind that whipped in off the dull, angry water of the bay. The light that had initially brought him out here was still there, still shining just as brightly. He brought the binocs back up and studied the... What? Whatever it was, it was fucking huge. It wasn’t moving slowly at all; that was just an illusion caused by distance and atmosphere. But what the hell did Skynet need with something that big? Something that looked like a troop transport or a battleship. “What are you up to now, John Henry?”
***
Several minutes later, John was a good mile up the coast, closer to where what looked to be several planes were in the process of landing. The radiation in this area was a little high for him to be spending this much time above ground, not to mention the possibility of being caught out by the many patrols the metal had mounted in the vicinity, but he just couldn’t let this pass unnoted. He was starting to think it had nothing to do with Skynet and his curiosity was growing to galactic proportions.
He took up a position that offered plenty of cover from the landing zone. And it had the added benefit of cutting off most of the wind. A bonus. As he watched, the side of the first vehicle that landed swung up and several people jumped to the sandy ground. People. Humans. There were too many of them in too many shapes and sizes to be metal.
“What the fuck?” he repeated, the phrase becoming his mantra for the day. Suddenly, he wished he hadn’t felt the need to just get away for a few minutes. He wanted Cameron here with him, but she was back at the base.
More people, many of them in some kind of uniform, poured out of the birds they’d landed in. They looked around at their surroundings as though they’d never seen the ruins of a city before, but the cities had been the first things Skynet had nuked.
A man from the first plane to land knelt and scooped up a handful of the gritty sand and let it trickle through his fingers for a moment before dropping the rest of it and standing, brushing off his hands. He looked around him as the others had done, were doing, and John could see through the binocs the expression on the man’s craggy face was one of anger. The woman beside him looked at him and then up, pulling her coat more tightly around her.
Another woman walked up to them as John watched. Not far behind her was another group, both men and women. Or maybe he should say both male and female.
“Shit.” He lowered the glasses and backed away from his concealed position. He had to get back to base as soon as possible.
The other group, a good dozen of them, consisted of two men, identical twins, a set of Asian quintuplets, and a set of blonde quadruplets. There was no way they could be anything but Terminators, probably T-1000s with appearances more human even than the triple 8s had.
Skynet, it appeared, had a new weapon and John had to make sure his people were ready for it.
Hope you like it and let me know if you think of a good title. I hate titles. :P
And thank you so much, stardust_20 and roxybisquaint, for the beta. *squish*