WHO: T-850 and OPEN WHAT: Arrival and exploration WHERE: Walk of Fame RATING: TBA WARNINGS: Maybe language, grisly images STATUS: In progress
The Machine was confused. By technical standards, not really in any human way that could apply. He just didn't have enough data to formulate an adequate probability as to where he was. One moment, he had acquired clothes and weapons, in the process of locating John Connor so he could protect him from the T-X cyborg. The next moment? He must have been rendered offline somehow because when he activated, he was on his back on an odd sidewalk. He still had the weapons he carried at the time, a .45 pistol and a sub-machine gun, in addition to a boot knife. He quickly ran a few diagnostics and there appeared to be no injury. Internal systems or on the outside skin, it all seemed to be operational. Source of temporal displacement? Exact location? And was John here? All unknown. He would need answers very soon. He looked down as he walked, at the stars with names on them, scanning each and adding it to his memory banks. A few of them he had recognized in his files pertaining to movie history that existed before Skynet's war. For some reason the cyborg had hypothesized that he needed to know the names and that the stars needed to be analyzed.
Then.. the wind changed. He looked up and suddenly saw an apparition. [UNKNOWN COMPOSITION. TARGET NOT 100 PERCENT SOLID. CAUSE OF APPEARANCE UNKNOWN.] He scanned it then, copying the image to its files. [TARGET POSSIBLY A MEMORY TEMPLATE OF THIRD NAME ON STAR.] He simply stood there in place, silent, impassive face, eyes behind the shades were as still as a death mask. He raised his pistol. [TERMINATION NEGATIVE. AWAIT REACTION AND ADJUST PROTOCOLS ACCORDINGLY.] The partially transparent entity breathed, or it sounded as such, like a vicious howl of the wind. It appeared to have several stab wounds in the chest and a neck cut. The thing then quickly moved toward the man who was staring at it, reaching a ghostly hand into the midsection.. what some believed held the human soul.
The man reacted by aiming at the leg and fired.. which did nothing. The spirit did not seem pleased as it looked as if searching for something it was prepared to take by force and cause agony.. but was unable to find it. And what's worse, there was little fear or terror. The man just had NO expression one way or another. And soulless? A single word carried on the wind, probably imagined, but heard if listened to the gusts close enough. DIE. "Negative," the man said in a neutral tone with Austrian accent, "I am unable to comply." The ghastly image growled, snarled it's displeasure as it moved to claw at him, but the oddity just stared blankly. Confused and enraged at the same time, the spirit moved onward, perhaps in search of a more normal prey. The Terminator observed and put his pistol away, resuming his walk to further explore the area. He needed answers about how and why he was here. He needed to obtain information about other threats here. And he needed to know the location of John Connor.