Terminator: Realities

By José Rodríguez

~ Book 1/3 ~ John Connor is alive. His friend Quin finds himself in a new place and must convince John to be the savior he was meant to be while battling a new type of Terminator.

• Language: English
• Publisher: José Rodríguez
• Release date: May 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005826673

José Rodríguez

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Terminator: Realities

By Jose Rodriguez Jr

Based on Terminator by James Cameron & Gale Anne Hurd

Cover by Tatiana Villa at [e-mail]

Copyright 2021 Jose Rodriguez Jr

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Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

1. ‘FOOTBALL’

2. LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION

3. FNG (f****** new guy)

4. ORDERS

5. LI/ANG QIAN UNO

6. LEGION & THE REV-9i

7. O/B/G (oldie but goldie or original gangster)

8. WEAPONS OF WAR

9. SPECTRUM

10. PBJ (peanut butter & jelly)

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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1. ‘FOOTBALL’

Everything was destroyed, and it was dark. The ground was littered with the bones of the fire's first victims. The only things left standing were the ruins of a once-great, world-spanning civilization.

Now, a war raged between humans and machines. What was left of humanity formed what would be known as the Resistance. They fought against Skynet, the computer that now sought to wipe them out with Terminators.

Once activated, Skynet had become self-aware, went rogue, and started a nuclear war that nearly annihilated humanity. Terminators were the AI robots created and led by Skynet. They were just as numerous and varied as the human race.

In one of the now rock-ridden cities; T-70s, T-500s, T-600s, and T-800s, skeletal machines, the Terminators, patrolled. They weren’t alone, however, two ground and two flying HKs patrolled the area as well. HK was just short for hunter-killer. They were just as deadly as any man-made military machine and maybe even worse, were completely automated. Ground HKs, basically tanks, were big and rolled around on treads. Flying Hks, as the name implies, were VTOL-capable aircraft with a devasting array of weapons for carrying out their mission. All of them had been designed and developed by Skynet for one purpose: the extermination of the human race.

Among the rubble, two humans, fully shrouded in dark-colored clothes, very quietly crawled against what was left of a wall. One carried a standard plasma rifle while the other carried a high-powered sniper rifle. Ahead of them was a small nook made from the surrounding debris. They made their way to it as silently as possible. The Terminators were just on the other side, so the least amount of noise was of paramount importance.

Nearby was a small path leading to the building’s basement. One of the men used a hand signal for the other to follow him down and inside. They could have easily stood and walked the distance, but with the machines around, it was far too dangerous. Instead, they got back down on their stomachs and slowly crawled their way in.

One of the men cautiously opened the basement door and checked the room before entering. It was intact, mostly just dust with paintings, chairs, and a small table lying about.

The man removed his face covering, revealing himself to be John Connor. He waited for his partner to close the door before whispering. Quin, make the call.

John Connor, a scrappy-looking man in his forties and a scar on the left side of his face, was the leader of the Resistance.

You think these walls will be a problem? Quin whispered back. Quin Uno, son of Jason Uno and Dulce Qi. His father wanted to name him Li Qian Uno, but a compromise with his mother led to Quin Uno. She wasn’t too fond of his name possibly being mistranslated to 2001. About the same height and a little thinner than John, he was in his mid-twenties, served as Connor’s personal protector and one of many good friends. He was the one carrying the sniper rifle. It took a lot of training, but he eventually became one of the Resistance’s top crack shooters.

John shook his head. Shouldn’t be a problem, he said in a low voice. We should be close enough.

Quin kneeled beside one of the walls, set his rifle down, and unpacked the radio transceiver he carried on his back. After a few quick adjustments, he was ready to go and whispered into it. Coach, this is Quin.

‘Coach’ was the codename for the man in charge of the Resistance HQ in the area. He was located underground with a few other members. Coach here, he said. We’ve been expecting you,

The volume on Quin’s portable radio was low but good enough for him to hear. Coach, this is Quin, he replied. I am in the area and I have ‘Football’. Repeat. I am in the area and I have Football.

Coach rubbed his face with both hands and breathed a sigh of relief. How’s Football? he asked.

He’s alive and well at the moment, Quin answered. But we have Terminators all over the place. Can you help? We need at least a little distraction.

For Football, Coach said. We’ll give you a lot more than a little distraction. He then turned to a man sitting next to him and nodded for him to switch channels on his radio This is Coach to all players in the field, Football is in play, engage the Terminators. he said. Repeat. Football is in play, engage the Terminators.

The next thing Jonh and Quin heard was the eruption of battle outside.

That must be our queue, John said.

Quin quickly packed the radio. I know the way, he said. Let me go first.

The sound of battle slowly grew deafening as both men crept up the stairs. A glance of the field, in any direction, showed explosions now dotting the land