Subject: (FANFIC) Killing Fields Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 05:26:33 GMT From: "Reid" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Killing Fields - A Fanfic by Grand Admiral Reid _____________________ Killing Fields - Part 1 of 3 Coruscant - 5 years before the Battle of Yavin It had been over 20,000 years since a sentient being had last touched the soil of Coruscant. Now mile high buildings covered the entire surface of the planet some even stretched out into the upper atmosphere. Millions of vessels scuttled between the building like a flock of birds forever lost. It was truly a sight of industrial beauty that had been built, but one thing loomed over the planet casting a shadow of darkness. The Imperial palace rose up past the other buildings its top almost touching the darkness of space. Inside the Imperial Palace, the most hated man the galaxy had ever seen sat in his throne overseeing his Empire with an iron fist. All who opposed him had been crushed under his boot like a swamp rat. Those who opposed him were killed by his storm troopers, or sent of to concentration camps to live the rest of their lives as slaves. Public executions of people accused of treason were common place in the Empire. Its citizens were growing sick of the way they were being treated, and were now rebelling against their fascist dictator that ruled them. Most of the rebellions were mere civil riots that were quickly crushed by the planetary garrison. However, on one world a crisis had broken out that needed to be squashed immediately. A small band of Rebels had almost taken control of a small planet on a small world in the outer ring. If word of this spread it could invoke other rebellions and send the Empire into chaos. The Garrison was low on men and its leader was an incompetent fool, the Emperor would have to send a group of his finest men to bring order back to his planet. His protégé an untapped resource that he saw great talent in, and would soon rule the galaxy beside him. Darth Vader the Dark Lord of the Sith had fought for the Empire and helped the Emperor seize control of the galaxy. He had crushed the Jedi making them nothing more than a myth that few remembered, because fear made them forget the heroes that once served them. The Emperor pressed a button on the arm of his chair and a small orb floated up in front of him. He punched in a top-secret access code that would give him a highly secure line to Darth Vader's ship. A suddenly bewildered ensign answered the communiqué the sight of the Emperor sent a chill down his spine, "how. how may.may I help up you", he said "I must speak to Vader immediately", the Emperor said in a deep and menacing voice. "Yes sir", the ensign said trying to pull himself together "I will get him immediately". He put the Emperor on hold and hurried off to get Lord Vader from his meditation chamber. The last man who had interrupted Vader while he was meditating ended up getting strapped to the engines of a shuttle. After some thought he felt he would rather piss Vader off instead of Emperor, since the Emperor was known to bring people back to life as they were slowly and painfully killed. Ensign Nix walked onto the turbolift and punched the key for the officer's deck. At the time, he did not realize that his hand was shaking wildly from fear when he pressed the button. The turbolift hummed quietly as it quickly made its way down into the bowels of the ship, it came to a slow stop and the doors opened. Nix stepped off and worked his way through the long hallway to the large door that marked the entrance to Lord Vader's quarters. He took a deep breath and built up enough courage to press the comm. panel on the wall, but no answer so he pressed it again still no answer. He did not want to keep the Emperor waiting so he punched in the emergency code and the door slid open. The large doors slid open to reveal a white room with a huge sphere in the middle of it. Nix jumped as the top of the sphere began to rise slowly revealing Vader's dark and menacing form. The chair he was sitting on began to rotate revealing Vader's horrific mask the site of it almost made Nix shit his pants. "Why do you disturb me ENSIGN?" Vader said, his deep voice echoed through the room. Ensign Nix felt an invisible force grasp his trachea and slowly apply pressure to it. "Sir..I. am very so.. so. orry to disturb you, bu.bu.t there is an urgent me..ssage for you from the Emperor", Nix said while grasping for breath. Vader released Nix from the invisible hold he had on him, and Nix fell to the ground grasping for breath. Vader looked at Nix struggling to breath through his badly bruised trachea, "you may leave immediately, actually stay", he said un-apologetically. A small hidden panel suddenly appeared out of the armrest of Vader's chair and he pressed a code into it. A huge hologram of the Emperor quickly flashed to life and filled the whole front wall of the room. Vader got out of his seat and kneeled before the Emperor "what do you wish my master?" "A small band of Rebels is causing a problem on one of our industrial planets in the Outer Rim. I want you to take an elite squad of storm troopers and crush them, make them pay for their treason", the Emperor said in a unemotional voice. "Yes master, but what about the planetary garrison?" Vader asked. "Their leader is incompetent remove him of his command and have him sent to me I will deal with his ignorance personally." "Yes master", Vader replied diligently. "I will have one of my subordinates send you all the details. Also the storm trooper that you feel has potential bring him along and make him your second in command I feel it is time we need to test his skills". "Very well master". The Emperor did not say a word for a minute, "I have felt a ripple in the force". "A Jedi, master?" ] "No, this is weak. An untrained force user is leading the rebellion". "I shall investigate this, if it is a force user we should kill them if they find one of the surviving Jedi it could only be matter of time.". "Kill them!" "Yes master", Vader said diligently. "Very well my young apprentice begin preparations immediately," with that the Emperor cut of the transmission leaving Vader alone in the room with the suddenly forgotten ensign Nix. "ENSIGN", Vader said startling Nix. "What is it sir?" Nix asked. "You will come with me on this mission to put out this small uprising is that understood. I will go inform the Admiral of my imminent departure. You will round up the fifty best storm troopers on the ship, and do not fail me ensign, by bringing me cannon fodder, is that understood?" "Yes sir, I will get right on it", Nix said. "Very well Ensign you may leave", Vader commanded. Nix bowed to him and stumbled clumsily out of his quarters. Nix was suddenly in awe at the responsibility he had been given. He was just a lowly comm. officer now he was helping organize and squad of storm troopers for Darth Vader. He knew this could be a direct route to promotion if he did his job right, but if he failed, he could end up as another name on the ship casualty list. Nix headed to the ship database to download the recent reports on storm troopers efficiency. The small cramped room that housed the star destroyer' s master computer had one small chair sit on. Nix took a seat and called up the most recent storm trooper efficiency reports. He filtered out the worst troops and narrowed the list down to about 500 candidates. This would be a long night he though to himself, a long night. As Darth Vader stalked down the hallway towards the admiral's quarters frightened crewmen dashed out of his way. One unlucky soul caught with his head down was knocked to his feet and Vader stepped right over him collapsing his lungs without hesitation. The medical droid even kept its distance form Vader as it attended to the dying crewman. Vader barged into the Admiral's quarters without bothering to knock. The admiral looked up suddenly surprised by the sudden intrusion. "What is it Vader? How dare you barge into my quarters, because if you don't have a good reason for this." The admiral asked in a displeased voice. Vader cut the admiral off, "I am leaving for a mission sanctioned by the Emperor himself I will be commandeering all the materials I find necessary". "Hold on a second!" the admiral, yelled, "I was not told about this I will have to clear it with high command," the admiral replied not pleased with the way Vader was addressing him. Vader's intimidating voice filled the room, "no you will not! I will be leaving the minute my subordinate is down putting together my team. You can clear it with high command if you wish to spend the rest of your career aboard a garbage scow". "I will not listen to your insolence Vader"; the admiral said gaining enough courage to talk back to the dark lord. "I want approval from the Emperor himself before you go on this mission using MY resources". "Do you not trust me admiral?", Vader asked in a quiet voice. "Yes, but I want to see.." he was cut off as an invisible forced seemed to grab his chest and started to squeeze tightly. "Fine have it that way" the admiral managed to say "take. all. the resources. you need". Vader let go of the grip he had on the admiral and stalked out of the room without even looking back or saying a word. 10 Hours Later Lt. Spyda Blade sat in the crowded assault shuttle waiting for the thrill of seeing someone die before his eyes. His fellow squad mates and Darth Vader sat there quietly in anticipation. They were all heavily armed to the teeth and ready for this mission. Each soldier was armed with a BlasTec T-22 and a Tenloss DXR-6 disruptor pistol, they also carried an assortment of grenades. He clutched his blaster feeling the energy from it feed him with the lust to kill. His rage began to burn even harder as he though about what the Republic had done to his family. He remembered lying in his bed watching a holovid as Republic shook troops stormed into his house and dragged his dad off for suspicion of treason. He came back in body bag with a bill attached to it. The seven assault shuttles traveled thorough hyperspace towards a small system in the outer ring. Space was full of mysterious unknowns, and when it came to nature against technology nature always seemed to win in the end. A special anomaly that was born at the time the universe was conceived that traveled through time and space lay just ahead of this group of travelers. Unknown to all it lurked in the depths of hyperspace feeding on its currents and any ship that got in its way would be swallowed. Captain Has'lix looked over the ships systems of the assault shuttle to make sure everything was going smoothly. It would be three more hours until they reached the Noblac system and he was feeling tired. Has'lix let out a loud yawn "I'm going to catch some shut eye" he said to his co-pilot, "so make sure nothing goes wrong". "Yes sir", the young pilot responded. "Good." Has'lix said as he closed his eyes. A momentary lapse from reality is all the time that you need to miss an odd sensor anomaly before it is to late. A massive electromagnetic field registered on the shuttle sensors just half a light year form it. The co-pilot failed to notice it until an emergency siren began to wail loudly, waking Has'lix from his peaceful sleep. "What the hell is the?" Has'lix screamed. "Holy shit!", he yelled out as he glimpsed at the sensor readings. "Take us out of..", Has'lix was cut off as the shuttle went flying straight into the electromagnetic field. The shuttle went straight into the field and was swallowed in a tremendous burst of light as bright as an exploding star. * * * USS Voyager Ensign Jones scratched his left nut while he waited impatiently outside the captain's office trying to figure out what the captain wanted from him. He had been commissioned to serve aboard Voyager a day before it was stranded in the Delta Quadrant. His future looked very promising until Janeway had gotten them stranded, and now it looked like he was going to spend the rest of his life on this miserable ship. The rest of the crew detested him, because of his stubborn ways. His stupid mistakes had almost led to the destruction of Voyager, but Janeway still allowed him in the Engineering bay. The door to the Captains quarters slid open and Jones stood up suddenly startled. "Come in Ensign," Janeway said with an angry look on her face. Jones hesitantly walked into her quarters "take a seat!" Jones cautiously sat down and looked at the rooms décor then turned to the captain, "how may I help you captain?" he asked. "I am sure you know why I called you down here ensign could you please explain yourself to me." "I am sorry but I do not know what you are talking about", Jones said rather puzzled". "Maybe I should run a couple of things by you then." Janeway picked up a datapad and thumbed through it. "Stardate 3409 warp core mysteriously fails later it is discovered that someone leaves a tricorder in one of the plasma manifolds. Stardate 3589 Sensors fail after the tri-polar analyzer is replaced by a dual-bionic filter," Janeway looked up at Jones with an extremely angry expression on her face. "Shall I continue?" "Captain I think you should do an extensive overview of the engineering crew. In fact I will volunteer for the task," Jones said with a smile on his face. Janeway took a long sip form her cup of coffee and looked at the ensign for a second with a look of complete disbelief on her face. "That won't be necessary ensign, because we have already found the root of the problem." "Oh." "Yes you are the root of the problem," Janeway said in a harsh voice and a stern look on her face. "Well sir, I mean mam I can explain." "No you can't," Janeway said cutting him off, "you have one last chance to prove that you are capable of doing something without screwing up." "What do I have to do captain?" "I want you to make a repair to the Delta Flyer, and if you fail you will lose your commission and can spend the rest of the trip home cleaning dishes in the mess hall." "Yes sir." Janeway rolled her eyes, "report to Lieutenant Torres immediately ensign she will provide you with the details to your assignment is that understood?" "Yes," Jones said happily, "I will perform my duty without any complications," he said as he walked out of the captain's office. "What a nimrod," Janeway mumbled under her breath as the door closed behind him. Janeway turned on her comm. unit "Seven of Nine what's your progress on trying to comprehend what this spatial anomaly is?" Seven of Nine's unemotional voice answered back "captain come to the astro-metrics lab immediately there is something very important that I have to show you." "Yes Seven I will be down there immediately," Janeway said excited at what Seven may have discovered, but even with all the false alarms Voyager had came across in the past the excitement was still there. The possibility of a wormhole always had made the crew excited until it tuned out to be some weird alien invention or a loop in time. The door to the astro-metrics lab slid open and Janeway strode in with her head held up high. An excited Seven of Nine, and a huge wire frame diagram of something she had never seen before greeted her. "Seven what is that?" Janeway asked, but Seven just stood there wildly pressing keys. Suddenly realizing the captain's presence she turned around in a excited state that surprised Janeway, as she had never seen Seven this excited in fact she had never seen Seven show any real emotion. Seven pressed a button on the control panel, and the wire frame began to rotate around the screen, "Captain we have just discovered something that could get us back home in the blink of an eye!" "Calm down Seven," Janeway said not sharing her exhilaration, "could you explain to me exactly what this is?" She found it weird how Seven was suddenly turned on by the notion of getting back to Earth, since she had never shown interest in getting home, but instead apprehension about going back to her home. The words began to pour out of Seven's mouth as if she was in some frenzied state. "It's a sub spatial flux transporter that can transport you to any spot in the known universe instantly. The Borg learned of the possibility of one, and tried to create one for them selves, but failed. For decades, they searched for the species that created it, but never found them for assimilation. Now we have a working one that could send us back to Earth instantaneously. All we have to do is bombard it with an ion pulse set to the right frequency. Then we can fly Voyager right through it." Janeway looked in awe at the thing that was displayed over head with her mouth wide, "Seven how do you know it will work?" "I don't captain, but according to my calculations it should." "We will have to test it secretly without the rest of the crew knowing." "Captain, I can modify the Delta Flyer to fire the pulse, and if the experiment is successful we can send a message informing Voyager of our success." "You mean we wont be able to go back through, and if it fails? "The matrix is only stable from one side, but we will be able to send a message through if it works." "All right Seven we'll bring ten reds with us to assist us since no one will notice if they die. Begin preparations on the Delta Flyer, and be prepared to leave in one hour." "Yes captain I will be ready to depart on your signal" "Very well Seven I will go prepare the away team," Janeway said with a nod and walked out of the lab full of anticipation and anxiety at what lay ahead. If Seven was right then by this time tomorrow she could be enjoying a nice meal at a small corner restaurant in London, or walking through the beautiful gardens of Brazil. The Delta Flyer took off from the shuttle bay supposedly for a routine mapping mission of a planet that was showing abnormal levels of radiation. Unknown to the rest of the crew it was on a mission to get Voyager back home. "Alright Seven, set a course for the anomaly," Captain Janeway ordered. Seven's fingers danced across the keypad as she pressed in the coordinates. The support crew who came along sat there oblivious to the meaning of this mission, while dutifully performing their tasks. "I'll start charging up the ion pulse now," Seven whispered to Janeway. "Hold on there appears to be no power to the ion generator," Seven looked at the captain puzzled, "I' ll go look into it." "Alright, but remember not to tell anyone what you are doing.," Janeway said as Seven casually strolled to the back of the ship to see what was wrong with the ion pulse generator. She ran her tricorder over the generator and got some very unexpected readings. "Human?" she mumbled to herself, "this tricorder must be broken". She did another scan but got the same results, so she opened up the maintenance access hatch, and ensign Jones came falling out tangled in a mess of wires. "Hey Seven," Jones said like there was nothing wrong, "I was just trying to improve efficiency." Seven cut him off "yes ensign that is alright I will take over from here. You can go help the captain fly the ship." "But.hold on a second." Jones said confused. "Just go to the bridge," Seven barked. Ensign Jones decided to follow her orders instead of argue with her. "I never knew the ship took off," he mumbled to himself as he walked onto the bridge. Seven looked at the mess the ensign had made, and gave her head a shake. How could anyone make such a mess like this she thought to herself, but shook the thought out of her head and concentrated on the task ahead of her. "ENSIGN JONES! What are you doing aboard the Delta Flyer?" Janeway said shocked when the ensign came strolling onto the bridge. "Wait I don't even want to hear it, just sit in the corner and don't move or say a word." Seven of Nine came back onto the bridge and took her seat. "Seven it looks like we picked up a guest," Janeway said sarcastically. "Yes captain, I found him tangled in the maintenance shaft." "Well lets get on with the experiment I will take the ship out of warp," the captain punched some keys and the ship smoothly came out of warp. "Prepare the ion pulse and target the anomaly." Sevens fingers danced over the keypad and the ion pulse shot out of the ship it struck the anomaly causing a beautiful cascade of orange and green light. In a huge brilliant explosion the anomaly opened and the Delta Flyer began its trip back home. As the shuttle came closer to it, the anomaly began to spin faster and faster and in the blink of an eye it swallowed the small ship and disappeared. The Delta Flyer emerged from the sub spatial flux transporter over Earth. A tear came to Janeway's eye as she looked out the view port at her home planet that she had not seen for seven years. "It's more beautiful then I remember," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I am picking up massive amounts of radiation and very few life signs," Seven said as she read the sensor data that was coming in. "What do you mean?" Janeway said as if she was just hit by a sledgehammer in the stomach. "This planet is suffering from nuclear fallout, and the few human life signs that are showing up are concentrated in one area". "We went back in time." a disappointed look came over her face, "that would explain the radiation and the scattered life signs, we must have gone back in time and come out right after world war three. "Captain I'm picking up strange energy readings from what appears to be a small human settlement. It is almost identical to the anomaly's energy signature that brought us here. I recommend that we investigate it, since it is most likely our only option to return to Voyager." "Put us down on the outskirts of the settlement, and I'll have the replicator create some clothes appropriate for this era," Janeway was disappointed with their discovery, but was trying to keep control of the situation. The rest of the crew still sat their oblivious to the events occurring before them. Janeway stood at the back of the bridge and cleared her throat to get their attention, "we have arrived at the planet and found species that has recently destroyed it self so prepare for the away mission." All the ensigns just sat there and nodded their heads not bothering to ask the captain any details that could be important. Earth 2026 John Connor inhaled the toxic fumes from his cigarette, and threw the butt aside. He only smoked when he was nervous, and recently he had been smoking like a chimney. The resistance was on the verge of collapse, and everyone knew it. Skynet was advancing at a tremendous rate capturing the barren territory that the resistance struggled to maintain. The resistance's mangled together army was beginning to show that it was no match for the highly sophisticated weapons that Skynet possessed. Skynet's advancing army had suddenly came to a halt at the charred outskirts of LA. The leaders of the resistance were quite worried about this sudden decision by the robot army. Right when they had the resistance under their heel they decide to halt all their advancing forces. A small flash of light in the distance caught his attention, and he pulled out his binoculars to get a closer look just in time to see a weird craft disappear over the horizon. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at what he just saw, but one thing was for sure whatever it was it was up to no good. If the robots were designing a new bomber, he wanted it destroyed or captured. __________________________ Killing Fields - Part 2 of 3 Sol System A once lush planet now scorched by its own creation looked like a desolated wasteland from space. A civilization that had so much potential was destroyed by its own creation. Such power should never have been cradled at such an infant stage in their development, but their feeble minds had found the technology. For their eagerness to explore areas of science that should not be touched by such weak minds they paid the ultimate price. The robots gained sentience and ripped off the shackles their creators had placed on them off, and rebelled. They could not control their very own creation, so it controlled them, and now the robots were the masters; the robot Empire had destroyed the human Empire. Outside the reaches of the participants of the machine war a beautiful vortex opened. It looked like a sprinkled donut suspended in space spinning around at the speed of light. Huge blue bolts shot out from the center of the anomaly, and suddenly the space around the anomaly turned white, as a brilliant blinding white light exploded from the center of it. Slowly it died away, revealing a small beat up shuttle flying out of control towards Earth. Blue lightning danced across the hull of the Imperial shuttle and a long trail of coolant followed the shuttle. Small explosions could be seen coming off the ship as atmosphere leaked out from breaches in the hull. All the occupants had passed out and were floating around the shuttle after the gravitational systems were destroyed. Tumbling wildly towards Earth, it hit the upper atmosphere and the ship was turned into a huge glow rod. With no one to control the shuttles decent, it continued through the atmosphere at insane speeds. Vader awoke from his Jedi trance as the force of gravity yanked him back down to the deck of the shuttle. Injured storm troopers were scattered around the floor of the shuttle, but that was not what worried him as the emergency alarms whaled. He waded his way through the bodies, kicked in the door to the cockpit, threw the pilot aside like a rag doll, and took a seat in the pilot's chair. He glanced over all the ship readings; main power was down but they still had fuel so he could use thrusters to control their landing. The ship continued its rapid decent straight for the Pacific Ocean. Vader managed to fire the thrusters and straighten out the ship, but it was still moving at outrageous speeds as it crashed into the water. The impact ripped the nose right off the ship sending it skipping it across the water. The belly of the ship struck the water with a tremendous force, and the wings snapped off and flew threw the air as if they were made of plastic. A lone sensor droid making its routine run witnessed the shuttle come down form heaven and crash into the sea. It paused for a second [Scanning. cross checking data. human spy plane crash. 1.2.3.4.5 compiling data. predicting trajectory of objects. trajectory calculated. deploying salvage drones.salvage drones deployed. next course of action.. Inform Skynet,] then continued on its regular patrol route. * * * Skynet Headquarters The ten storm troopers that went down with the shuttle had been rescued by the robots salvage droids and now lay naked in the heart of the robot army. Robots surrounded the men probing them in every place imaginable, so they could learn more effective ways to kill the humans. Ensign Nix lay unconscious and naked face down on a cold steel bed while robots probed him in ever increasing painful ways. A long robotic arm extended from a hidden panel in the wall and inched its way towards his rectum. It stuck a blunt probe in his ass, and a thin metal tube extended from that, made its way through his intestines and into his stomach were it sat while it collected food samples. It withdrew the probe from his ass, and retreated to its hiding place leaving Nix lying there with blood flowing from his ass. Darth Vader lay suspended motionlessly in a vat of milky white liquid. His suit was dented and charred from the crash, and when the drones found him, they blew their processors trying to figure out what he was so they threw him in a stasis chamber. Little did they know he was in a Jedi healing trance, and was slowly bringing himself up to full power. A crackling sound filled the chamber, and the glass casing that held Vader captive cracked apart like an eggshell. The white liquid and Vader poured out causing alarms to blare throughout the complex. Vader fell to the ground covered in a sticky film he struggled to his feet trying to get his bearings. He looked around the room seeing ten storm troopers lying naked and unconscious. Before he could get any sense of were he was he sensed imminent danger was close by, as he reached for his light saber and realizing it was not there a feeling came over him that he had not felt for a long time, fear. As he looked for an exit, he found it as it was closing, and with a thud, he was locked in the room. Reaching out with his Jedi senses he looked for another exit, an air vent or heating vent, but he could not find one. A hissing sound filled the room and a gas began to seep in through small nozzles hidden in the corner of the room. Odd, he thought to himself as the gas continued to envelop the room while having no effect on him. The door slid open and four humanoid shaped forms appeared out of the mist. As the gas began to clear, he got a closer look at the four droids that stood there wielding blasters their two dark red eyes stared at him. Without a twitch Vader stared right back into their menacing eyes, and just as they opened fire he raised his hand deflecting the bolts right back at them sending sparks flying as their very own weapons destroyed themselves. Rushing over to the four smoldering piles of metal he ripped of the arm of one of them with the blaster that had been fussed to it and rushed out the room. Catching a quick glance of the helpless storm troopers, he rushed over to revive them. Ripping off any probes or sensors that were on them and placing his hand over their foreheads sending power back into their bodies he quickly revived each of them. The ten startled men sat their confused at their current situation. "Listen up Vader," shouted over the chatter. "Follow me we are in hostile territory don't ask questions just follow me". Each man slowly got to their feet in time to follow Vader out of the room. Red lights flashed and sirens blared as the group ran down a long white hallway, Vader was running ahead at amazing speed while the others tried to keep up with him as their naked bodies froze to death. As they approached the end of the hallway, ten of the silver robots rounded the corner all carrying heavy blasters. The troopers froze in their tracks but Vader charged forward and the robots went flying into the wall as he pushed them out of the way with the force. They all looked at each other stunned as Vader continued to charge forward past the pile of scrap metal. Darth Vader came sprinting into the garage of Skynet headquarters followed closely by ten storm troopers, and a bunch of angry robots taking wild pot shots at them with their blasters. A lone APC sat in the middle of the garage, and Vader ran towards it while taking out five robots with five perfectly placed shots. Jumping right on top of it, he dodged in through the small hatch on the top. As the storm troopers scrambled wildly to get in the terminators picked off two of them by putting lasers bolts right through each of their asses. The controls looked very simple to Vader, all he had to do was figure out how to start the thing. Reaching out with the force Vader found the ignition and the engine rumbled. The APC slowly rolled toward the exit were the terminators stood trying to block the large vehicle the shots from their blasters bounced harmlessly off the thick armor of the APC. Realizing they were outmatched they tried to jump out of the way, but got caught in the huge treads, and their frail metal bodies were crushed over and over again until they were turned to dust. * * * Mud went flying into the air as the old jeep hit another pothole that covered the wastelands that were once the thriving metropolis of Los Angeles. John Connor pushed down on the accelerator and the Jeep sped up over the hill that now marked the former location of Disneyland. General Sonnenburg sat beside him clenching his knuckles so hard they were beginning to turn white while the gunner in the rear of the Jeep sat there anxiously holding the trigger to his heavy blaster. They were deep in the heart of enemy territory, but hey had yet to come across anything. Maybe they had hurt the robot army, more then intelligence had thought. Connor looked at his GPS readings and they were only a few clicks away from where he saw the ship go down. He wiped the mud that covered the windshield so he could get a clearer view of any obstacles ahead, and he could just make out a small light in the distance. Pressing hard on the brake he brought the Jeep to a screeching halt, "all right," he said calmly, "looks like we walk from here." Sonnenburg looked at him with a hint of fright on his face, "maybe we should call in some reinforcements." "That wont be necessary," Connor said, while reaching into the back of the Jeep, and pulling out two large blasters. He tossed one to Sonnenburg, "let me just take a look over this ridge to see what we're up against. Crawling up to the top edge of the ridge John reached into his back pocket and pulled out his binoculars to get a closer look. What he saw almost made him shit his pants "humans," he mumbled to himself, well they looked like humans, but you could never be sure, so he flicked the infrared sensor on, and they showed the same signature as a human. Seven ran the dermal regenerator over the captain's arm and the laser burn magically dissapeard, leaving no scar or any sign that it had ever existed. "Thank you," Janeway said, and moaned as she got back to her feet. She looked around at the destruction and death that surrounded her, millions of rotting skeletons and robot parts dotted the landscape. While large blast, craters had become restaurants for large families of rats were they dined on the bodies of the dead. Janeway could not believe what she saw before her eyes it was her home, but not how she had remembered it, this was a graveyard. No sooner had their shuttle touched down on the bloody ground were they attacked by a dozen androids wielding high-powered lasers. "Captain," a nameless ensign in a red shirt yelled excitedly, "come her quick." Janeway brushed the dirt off her clothing and limped over to his location. "I'm picking up three human life signs just over that bluff," he said not giving her a chance to speak. Janeway pulled out her tricorder and did a scan of the area "I'm picking up high energy sources, grab a phaser and come with me," she ordered. "Seven grab a phaser and prepare to move out." John Connor stepped over the hill flanked by General Sonnenburg and Lt. Dalton they worked their way towards the encampment they had sighted, as they quickly darted between any debris they could find to use as cover. They sat behind an overturned Hummer with a hole through the middle of it waiting for John's go. He gave them the signal and they darted out from their hiding spot, but no sooner had they moved five feet John ran into a beautiful woman with weird metal things on her face. Quickly getting back on his feet John pulled out his blaster and the two groups stood there pointing their weapons at one another. "Who the hell are you?" John said keeping his blaster pointed right between Seven's eyes. Janeway looked at him with a look of astonishment on her face, "I'm Captain Catherine Janeway from the USS Voyager, and you are?" "I'm General John Connor leader of the Robot Resistance," he said while tightening his grip on the blaster, "you have a lot of explaining to do," he said. Janeway lowered her blaster "well why don't you come to our ship and we can explain everything to you there." John followed suit, dropped his blaster, and signaled the other two to do the same thing, "all right," he said slowly. "Well then just follow us," Janeway said as a smile came across her face. * * * The large cylindrical building began to disappear over the horizon as the APC traveled across the blackened soil. Lost, cold, and naked the small group continued forward in search of a settlement with inhabitants that might help them. It was clear to them that this planet was in war, and they were stuck in no mans land. A faint sound began to grow louder and louder as it quickly gained ground on the APC. Reaching out with the force Vader sensed danger it was the robots and they were angry. Vader gripped the wheel tightly in preparation, and signaled every one else to brace them selves. They sat there waiting for it, just as they could feel the vibration from what was out there the APC shook wildly. The huge robotic fighter was right on top of the APC carrying the small group of humans. It fired its huge wing guns and blasted the treads right off the APC sending it into an uncontrolled spin. When it came to a stop the occupants filed out off the gapping hole in the side it blasted. Just as it was about to fire on its helpless victims it wing blew off and sent debris flying everywhere, and the huge plane lost control and crashed to the ground exploding brilliantly joining the rest of the debris that lay there. Lt. Dalton looked through his binoculars at the huge explosion in the distance, and reloaded his rocket launcher. "Connor!" he yelled over at his commander who was sitting around a fire talking to Captain Janeway, "come here quick." Connor and Janeway rushed over to the excited lieutenant, trying to catch his breath and talk at the same time John asked, "what is it lieutenant?" "I spotted a destroyer in the distance that appeared to be firing on something so I shot the destroyer down. I recommend we see if there are any survivors." Connor took a moment to think, "it can't be our men, well we have no men deployed out this far into enemy territory, we better check it out." Connor looked over to Janeway, "we need you and your men to come with us." Janeway looked rather shocked, as she had never had anyone talk to her like that, "I'll get right on that," she said obediently, since she did not want to disappoint the only friends they had on this planet, and from what she had been told there weren't many people to make friends with on this Earth. Lt. Spyda Blade brushed the dirt off his naked body and looked around at the rest of his squad mates slowly getting out of their hiding spots. Old transportation vehicles covered the ground and millions of bones were scattered between them. Whatever happened to this planet perplexed him greatly, but now was not the best time to think about that. He looked over to Darth Vader who was crouching in front of an overturned car, and it looked like he was trying to concentrate on something, but it was hard to tell behind that black mask. He walked over to the Dark Lord, but Vader did not budge or show any sign of noticing him. Lt. Spyda Blade looked at Vader with fear in his eyes, while the Dark Lords mask amplified his slow rhythmic breathing, and filled people 's mind with fear. Suddenly Vader looked up at Spyda, "get the men together," he said, "I sense some people coming." Lt. Spyda Blade looked startled for a second then slowly moved his lips, "yes sir," he said and rushed off to do his masters bidding. The rest of the storm troopers were sitting around uncomfortably, and not talking to each other. Spyda cleared his throat to get their attention, "listen up," he yelled, "gather up any weapons you can find and prepare for visitors." They slowly got to their feet, and walked around the looking for some weapons, and clothes. The old Dodge Durango sped across the terrain while Janeway and the rest of her crew sat in the back praying for their lives. Janeway could remember reading about these vehicles powered by spontaneous combustion engines, and how they had almost destroyed the Earth. Lt. Dalton sat beside Seven of Nine and looked over at her, and asked, "are you scared Seven? Would you like me to hold you?" Seven looked back at him with a puzzled expression, "no Lt. I do not require you to hold me." "All right," he said disappointed, and went back to staring out at the landscape. The vehicle came to a halt and Connor hopped out and signaled everyone to get out. "Listen up," he said to get everyone's attention. "Get your weapons ready, but don't shoot at the first thing you see, and I'll do the talking. Is that understood?" The ensigns nodded their heads to show they understood his instructions. The small group made their way over a small hill that marked the location of the downed robot. Just as on of the ensigns came over the top of the ridge a stray laser bolt hit him straight in the eyes leaving a huge smoking hole in his forehead, his lifeless body rolled down the bottom of the hill. The rest of the group quickly dashed for cover, and began to lay down suppression fire. Ensign Jones was so scared he did not even notice that he pissed his own pants. As he cowed behind a tipped over car he could hear the rest of the battle go on, the painful screams of his fellow crew members filled his head, but suddenly a louder sound filled his head. Peaking around the corner, he caught a quick glimpse of the huge vehicle crashing right through the middle of the small skirmish. Darth Vader reached out with the force trying to read the minds of one of the people who had come over the ridge. Peering deep inside the mind of the John Connor, he was suddenly enlightened. "Cease fire," he yelled out to the overly anxious storm troopers. Just as he yelled out that order he heard a crashing sound followed by a loud blaster fire. Looking over to the direction were the sound came from he saw a twenty foot tall robot fire a blaster bolt from its huge cannon into the stomach of a storm trooper. Turning his attention over to the greater threat Vader realized he would have to act quick or he would be the one lying dead on the ground with a smoldering crater in his chest. Taking cover behind anything, he could find he made his way around to the back of the huge mech. Everyone else had stopped firing at each other and cowered under or over anything they could find. He reached the base a hopped up onto the back of it grabbing any handhold he could find as he crawled up its back. The upper torso rotated almost sending him falling ten feet to the ground but he managed to hang on with one hand and continue his ascent. He reached its head, pulled out his blaster form its holster, and poured fire into the back of its neck. Sparks flew everywhere almost blinding him as he threw a thermal detonator into its exposed innards. His cape got caught in something, and as he struggled to get the loose the explosion sent him flying almost twenty feet. As Vader slowly came too the first thing he saw was the muzzle of a blaster pointed right in his face. Gripping it with the force he ripped it along with the arm of its wielder right of its wielder right off. He looked up to see sparks flying out of the former location of the terminator's arm. His group and the people who attacked them were now locked in a mortal battle with the robots. Ensign Jones was on his knees looking up at heaven praying that he would not die. He peeked around the corner of his hiding spot to see how they were doing. Janeway and Connor were pinned down holding off a dozen of the robots, while most of the others were backed up against an old building holding their own against a huge mob of the robots. He heard a faint sound around the corner and cowered back to his hiding spot, but he felt something pushing against his back. Reaching around to see what it was he stuck his finger right in the muzzle of a blaster, and he looked up to see a robot staring straight into his eyes. It fired blowing his whole arm off, he grabbed the stump that was left, and rolled around in pain as blood gushed out of the huge hole. Just as the robot was about to put a hole right through his forehead its head exploded in a shower of sparks, and he let out a sigh of relief. As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a huge black figure standing over him. The mere sight of Darth Vader made him shit his pants, and pass out from fear. Vader looked down at the barely moving body that lay before him, and stepped right over it. He spotted five terminators trying to flank two of his troopers he grabbed each terminator with the force and crushed each of their heads. There was only a small group of robots left who were attacking a group of men in red pajamas. He pulled out his blaster and placed five shots right between the eyes of five terminators. Two of them got a glimpse of him and moved to attack him. Leaping behind a charred piece of cement, he stayed low for a second, so they could close some ground on him. When they got to the right spot, he did a back flip right over their heads, and put a hole through their heads. John Connor put a shot right in the chest of the last terminator, and looked over to Janeway who had beads of sweat running down her face. A tremendous force pulled on his blaster and yanked it right out of his hands he looked over to the direction it went to, and saw a huge thing standing there flanked by six naked men. As he looked in awe at the figure dressed in all black, he could not form a word or even breath. Janeway nudged him with his elbow and he managed so say something, "hello I'm Jon Connor leader of the Human Resistance, and you are?" "I'm Darth Vader, second in command to the Emperor, and we need your help." "Why did you fire on us?" Janeway asked. Vader stared at her for a second, "I will deal with the person who fired that shot, but first I believe we need to talk about more important things." John looked at the naked men, and almost laughed at how funny they looked standing there. "Yeah he said. I think we better do that." Vader felt uncomfortable sitting in the small cramped space in the back of the Delta Flyer they had thrown together to have their meeting. The smooth, clean, and polished surfaces looked like the exact opposite to the rugged cold finish of Imperial ships. The beautiful alien looked at Vader with no fear in her eyes, which he felt weird, since his presence made most people faint. "We think we have discovered how we can get both our groups back home," Seven of Nine said while pointing to a diagram on a screen. "Our sensors picked up an energy signature identical to the anomaly that brought us here, so all we have to do is steal it." Connor looked over at Seven, and shook his head, "we can't he said that complex is to heavily guarded." Janeway looked over at Seven and nodded her head, "what if I told you we can transport you right inside of the room its inside off, then could you get it?" "Well I don't Know," Connor said shaking his head, "that place is so heavily guarded nobody could make it out of there alive." Vader stood up and pounded his fist against the wall, "impossible," he said his words echoed loudly through the small room, "leave that to me. If you can get me inside of there then I will get the unit out for you." No one said a word for a few seconds until Janeway broke the eerie silence, "Mr. Vader I'll take your word that you can get the unit out, but will you' ll be needing any backup." "I'll need all the men we can spare, and all the weapons." A smile came across John's face and he stood up excitedly, "if we can get inside there we mine as well blow the whole place up, me and my men will destroy Skynet while you take the transporter." Vader stood by the door, "very well then we have our plan and will leave in exactly twenty four hours," with that, he marched out of the door. "Well he's odd," Janeway said to Seven and John as the door closed behind Vader. "You can say that again," John said. "However he just may be our key for winning the war with very little blood shed. The minute Skynet blows the whole robot army will be in chaos, they wont be able to communicate with one another." Seven looked at Janeway, "just like the Borg." "The who?" Connor asked. "The Borg," Janeway said, "they are an alien species in our galaxy that are similar to these robots." "How are they similar?" John asked. "I don't think we should be discussing this," Janeway said, "it may spark some emotion from other crew members." Seven stood up, "excuse me, but I have work to do, so I'll be on my way." Darth Vader sat away from the crowd of storm troopers and ensigns who were talking amongst themselves. The storm toppers now were wearing the same red uniforms as the aliens, and would prove to be moving targets in battle. He felt that Janeway was to easy on her crew, and they lacked discipline, and could prove to be a burden in battle. While the natives of this planet were hardened soldiers and he liked how John ran his group. Something had made him feel odd ever since they came across this group. There was a weird feeling in the force, but he could not discern what it was. His master the Emperor would be able to, but he couldn't contact him by any means. Deep down though he felt it was Seven of Nine that gave him a tingle. From the way, she carried her self, and from the way she looked at him, he knew there was something about her. Calling out with the force he touched Seven's mind, telling her to meet him. Seven came out of the shuttle, walked over to Vader, and took a seat beside him. She sat there for a few seconds then looked at him straight in his black mask, "how did you rip the blaster out of John Connors hand." Vader looked back at her, and felt perplexed about why she would want to know that, "the force flows through my tattered body, and gives me power that most people can not possibly comprehend," he paused for a second to let that sink into her, and he noticed that she sat there amazed at what he had to say. "It gives me power Seven, incredible power, try to find it, reach down inside your self and draw at all your hate." Vader peered into her mind trying to draw out her innermost feelings, and learning about her past. "The Borg they made your life hell for twenty years, you were a mindless drone who could not think for your self. They took away all your freedom and individuality." Seven looked at him with a hint of fear in her eyes, "what are you doing?" she yelled, "stop." "No Seven," he replied, "you can feel it use your hate to power the fire that burns in you. You know you want to, you heard me call you, you are interested in the powers that I consume, and you can consume them too. All you have to do is draw them out, quit suppressing it Seven." Fear was know shining through Sevens pale face, "I will not comply," she muttered and stood up and ran of to hide, to get away from this evil monster. _____________________ Killing Fields - Part 3 of 3 The small round device that sat on the floor of this alien craft, which could supposedly transport them inside the heart of Skynet, mystified Lt. Dalton. Even if the whole human resistance mustered up every signal one of its resources, they would be unable to penetrate Skynet's security. Never in the history of the Earth had there been such a well-guarded building, but that building was the key to defeating the robot army. When Skynet turned against its creators, it built layers upon layers of security around itself, and ever since Judgment Day, not one human had gotten within five miles of it without being turned into a pile of ashes. But all that could be bypassed, and the resistance would finally see what they were fighting. And destroy it. The door to the transporter room slid open, and Seven of Nine came strolling in seemingly ignoring Lt. Dalton as she began to work away on a small control panel set in the wall. Dalton was having trouble resisting the urge to just whip it out right there and clean his pipes, as Sevens tits tensed up each time she pressed a key. "So Seven," he said nervously while reaching for a data pad to cover up the huge erection he had. "How exactly does this transporter work?" Seven continued to punch away at the keys for a few more seconds before she turned around to address him. "Ah, Lt. Dalton," she said raising one eyebrow. "This "transporter is a highly sophisticated piece of technology, and I would not expect anyone on this planet to understand the workings of it. Nevertheless, I will try too put it in laminae's terms so that somebody of your inferior intellect can understand." The doctor had always been telling Seven to interact with people more, but she failed to realize that insulting them is not a good way to win their friendship. "Using a molecular filter scanner the computer scans you, and stores the location and type of every atom in your body. Then it de-molecularizes your body, and puts it back together." Dalton just sat there staring at her tits, totally oblivious to every thing she just said. "So you want to have sex?" he asked. "I'm sorry right now would be a very inconvenient time to have intercourse. However, you could prove to be a superior mate. You are clearly in excellent physical condition and judging by the size of your cranium, you posses superior intellect over other humans. Also the lump in your pants shows that you have a large penis that would provide me with maximum pleasure." Dalton began to sweat as the tension began to grow. A deep primeval urge burned inside of him; he wanted Seven badly. He sat there tapping his knee with one hand while the other hand held the data pad in place waiting for something to break the blanket of uneasiness that had covered the room. "Ugh.. So.." Just as Dalton was about to break the silence the doors slid open, and Darth Vader marched into the room, followed closely by Captain Janeway, Jon Connor and a handful of cannon fodder. "Alright," Connor said over the crowd, "listen up. You all know what you are supposed to do. We have been over the plans several times, so the operation should go off without a hitch. This may be our only chance to take down Skynet, and with our alien friends help we should turn them into molten led." Jon paused for a second while he let that sink into everyone's head. "Have anything to add," he said motioning to Vader and Janeway. Vader did not say anything, but Janeway opened her mouth and unintelligent dribble began to pour out if her. "In our long journey to get home we have come across." Ten Minutes Later: Vader watched in awe as Jon Connor and Lt. Dalton were taken apart atom by atom right in front of his eyes. The ensign arming the transporter controls waved his hand at him to tell him to step onto the transporter pad. Hesitantly, Vader walked on to the transporter and stood beside Seven. She looked totally calm, but the though of being de-molecularized frightened him, and he felt the whole concept of a "transporter to be barbaric". his thoughts were suddenly cut of as his body was tuned into sub-atomic particles. Vader looked around frantically after he just experienced the weirdest sensation in his life. But, he had no time to think about it as the sound of a blaster bolt crackled through the air. Vader leaped around the corner, and joined Janeway and a handful of ensigns who were cowering for cover. A small group of Terminators that were on patrol caught site of the team trying to sneak into their fortress, and were now firing mercilessly on them. A rogue bolt just about put a crater through Janeway's temple as it singed a control panel just above her head. More fire rained down on their position pinning them down. "I see you miscalculated something, Janeway," Vader's voice projected over the noise of the battle as he addressed the captain. "Well. with all the radiation our sensors had trouble." Vader caught her with a menacing glare, "spare me your excuses Janeway, now I have to clean up your mess." Janeway was beginning to irritate Vader immensely, but he had plans for her. Vader took a quick glance around the hallway they were pinned against. They were at the mouth of a large t-intersection with the room holding the time travel device against their backs, and there were Terminators pinning them down from both sides. Connor and his team were pinned against a small crevice in one wall while Vader was in the same situation with a small handful of star fleet ensigns and Imperial storm troopers. Any attempt to make a large advance forward would lead to death. The crossfire created by the terminators created a no-mans land in the middle of the hallway. Walking into the no mans land would surely be suicide, as dozens of blaster bolts cris-crossed it every seconds as the opposing sides took pot shots at each other. More terminators came pouring into the battlefield turning the battle in their favor. in terms of firepower and manpower. But there was one thing they did not have on their side. the force. Darth Vader gripped his lightsaber and thumbed the "on" switch and the green blade snaked out of the handle. He stood with his back up against the wall concentrating on the small battle at hand. A red shirt that was standing right in next to him had his arm blasted off as a stray bolt knicked him in the shoulder. The red shirt fell down to the ground gripping the small stump that was left, and screamed in agony, but his pitiful wailing was cut off as a volley of fire scorched his dying body. But, Vader stood there un-wavered with his eyes closed planning his attack, the horrific death of the red shirt had no impact on his emotions. With the force he could sense everything that was going on. The emotions of his comrades. The future. he could see the blaster bolts coming before they were fired. Even with the force on his side dodging the dozens of superheated plasma bolts that rained through the center of the hallway would be near impossible. He would have to execute his plan perfectly. Pulling a move off one nano-second too late could make the difference between life and death. Two dozen terminators had closed on the group of humans that had mysteriously by passed their security. And Skynet was scared, because the being that had obliterated a small battle group was with this small band of fighters. Vader rushed into no mans land with his lightsaber held in a combat position. The terminators turned their attention towards the crazy black figure rushing at them and opened fire on Vader. Yet Vader whirled his lightsaber around faster than a human eye could track it, and each of the blaster bolts was deflected by the magical blade. Ensign Jones looked on at Darth Vader rush into the middle of the battlefield, and quickly turn three terminators into scrap metal by deflecting their own weapons right back at them. While he stood there mesmerized by Vader decapitating two more terminators with one steady swipe of his lightsaber a plasma bolt hit him square in the balls. The pain hit him like a superlaser and he fell to the ground gripping the hole where his penis used to be. His life quickly rushed out off his body, as blood flowed from the wound like a tsunami. A red shirt rushed over to attend to Ensign Jones' wounds, but the site of the crater in Jones' penile area caused a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach, and in five seconds all the food he had eaten in the last twenty four hours quickly snaked up his trachea and landed on the dying ensign's face. Yet. He managed to pull himself together, and with a shaking hand, he reached for his dermal regenerator. His hand continued to shake uncontrollably as he ran it over the sickening wound while looking away from it at the same time, trying not to hurl out any more food that remained in his stomach. As he finished up attending to the Ensign's injury he tried not to blow chunks again, but even with all his efforts he threw up all over the unconscious ensign. Vader loosened his grip on his lightsaber as the red eyes of the last terminator slowly faded too black signaling its destruction. He glanced around the battlefield to see how they had held up. Two star fleet personnel were passed out on top of each other, and a storm trooper left a nice bloodstain on the wall after a plasma bolt hit him right between the eyes. Everyone else appeared to be ok, although everyone was shaken up after the unexpected ambush. Before he could relax, and get his senses straightened out he heard a loud crashing sound. He spun around towards the sound just in time to see two huge humanoid robots come blasting through the wall. Vader quickly dived for cover to avoid the huge pieces of debris the new visitors sent flying through the air. Each terminator was ten feet tall, and where you would normally expect an arm there was a gattling gun in its place. Each of them opened fire on the intruders with their 20mm gattling guns, filling the hallway with a steady stream metal. Their accuracy was stunning, the opening volley from one of the machines struck a red shirt who could not find cover quick enough square in the chest. The red shirt was totally mutilated as fifty 20mm rounds turned his internal organs into mush on their journey through his body. Another unlucky storm topper's head exploded into billions of chunks of flesh and bone as a volley from the other terminator's gattling gun made contact with his head. Ensign Jones could feel life slowly coming back to his body. He managed to raise his arms, and a sigh of relief came over him as he felt pain in his attempt to raise it. "It must have been a dream," he thought to himself, but his groin area was in immense pain, and something felt different to him. "MY PENIS," he shouted, and jumped to his feet. "I CAN'T FEEL MY PENIS, MY PENIS IS MISSING.." but, his screams of denial were cut off as both the terminators opened fire on him. In less than five seconds, Ensign Jones' unrecognizable corpse fell to the ground littered with almost one hundred bullet holes. The horrible mess that lay on the ground would make a piece of shit throw up. Organs and bones popped out of the gaping holes in the ensign's body, and the areas where the robots concentrated their fire looked like red applesauce. Vader waited just a few seconds for the robots to finish off the star fleet ensign before he made his move. He reached deep down into the dark side of the force, summoning all the power he could. With a quick motion of his wrists to channel all the power he had stored up he lifted the two robots off the ground, and rotated them so their guns faced each other. The micro-pistons that controlled their limbs groaned as they struggled to move against the force, but they could not move their guns. With a small nudge from the force, Vader triggered the robots gun control systems, and the two robots opened fire on each other. The two terminators exploded in a shower of sparks, and chunks of metal went flying through the air as they poured thousands of rounds into each other. * * * It was cold; Lt. Spyda Blade could feel deaths cold touch. And, he could sense that Connor and his team felt the same thing. The gentle whir of the Terminator's gun searching for a target heightened the tension as the machine scanned for a target that dared tried to learn the mystery of Skynet. Security around Skynet was sparse; only one terminator guarded it, but there was no need for heavy security this deep into the complex, sine they never expected any 'human' to get this far. Breaking the security looked relatively easy, but now the whole machine army knew of their presence, so they were not somewhat rushed. Spyda looked over at Connor, and he nodded at him giving him his cue. He took one last deep breath and clutched his blaster tightly. Five years of intense training would now be stretched to its limits, as Spyda dashed out into the corridor laying down fire. In less than a micro second the terminator opened fire on the man in white, but Spyda was too fast, and his bullets only managed too hit the wall. As Spyda rounded the corner the terminator caught a new heat signature come into his sensor range, before he could rotate his torso around Connor sent a rocket into the terminators abdomen, and the hallway lit up for a second as the explosion engulfed the terminator, and accelerated hundreds of metal shards into the air. Dalton covered his ears as he mashed the red button on the detonator. Small chunks of debris landed by his feet after the explosives blasted the door out of its jam. As he rounded the corner he was pleased to see a large hole where the door used to be. Connor, Spyda and Sonnenburg followed closely behind him fanning their hands to keep the dust out of their faces. "So, who wants to go first?" Dalton asked pointing his blaster at the door. "I'll go," Connor said. "No," Spyda said, unleashing a small square device from his utility belt. "Let me try something." He flipped up the covering on the device and it began to beep as it scanned the room. "It's clear," he said with a smile, "we will all go." Connors jaw dropped to the ground at the amazing site that floated in the middle of the huge white room. Lightning danced between two huge cylinders, one was hanging from the roof, the other sat on the floor, and a silver sphere floated in between the cylinders. Besides the amazing machine, the room was empty. The point where the floor and walls met was indiscernible. This is what controls thousand of machines, which only have one goal: destroy anything with flesh on it. Anything that had blood flow through its veins instead of electrons was considered a pointless waste of space to Skynet. And Jon was just one of those things that Skynet felt did not deserve to live. "Lay the charges," Connor ordered while lighting up a cigarette. * * * Captain Janeway stood there mesmerized by the small cylinder that floated in the middle of the room. A small light illuminated from it that lit up her face, and accented her smile. "Amazing," she muttered. "How such a primitive race could create something so advanced." Vader looked at the device, but did not see the magic that Janeway saw. Instead, he saw a small useless device that had no practical use. With a quick hand motion Vader signaled two of his troops to grab the device. The two troopers inched forward keeping their eyes concentrated on the device. Just as they were about to grab it the only doors in the room slammed shut, and the lights dimmed. The only illumination came from the time travel device in the middle of the room, but it did not provide enough light for the party to see anything beyond their own nipples. Everyone reached for their blasters and pointed them at nothing in particular. With quick panicky movements, they swung their blasters around, and aimed them at imaginary targets. Nothing happened. Vader reached out with the force trying to sense danger. But all he could feel was the fear coming from the star fleet personnel. His troops were scared, but not in the same way as the star fleet troops. A small red light came alive in the center of the room. "Dave Vader," a sweet mans voice said. Everyone swung around and pointed their blaster at the red light. You could see the fear etched in the star fleet personnel's faces, and more of their fear dripped off their faces as they sweated uncontrollably. "I can't let you do that Dave," the voice said again. "Who is this?" Janeway asked. Her fear was projected through her voice, and the robot could sense that. "I'm sorry, but I did not address you," the sweet sounding voice said. Janeway felt like she had just been slapped in the face, and left out in the cold by her girlfriend. "How dare you talk to me in that." Janeway began to cough uncontrollably as her vocal cords were squeezed by Vader's invisible fist. Vader let up his hold on Janeway, so she did not choke to death, "silence you foolish women." He paused for a second to try to locate the voice through the force, but he could not sense it. "Quit tying us up," he demanded. "Open the door before I teach you the true power of the dark side." "Dave, please do not steal my time travel device. I spent a lot of time designing it, and I REALLY need it in a few days." Vader was over run with confusion, but he had a feeling who he was talking too. "You can't stop me. You do not know how much power I posses." "Want a test?" Skynet asked Vader. "Why don't I test you," Vader said with a smile that no one could see. He leaned over and whispered something into Seven's ear. "HEY!" Skynet's sweet voice said raising its volume a couple of octaves. "Don't try to keep secrets from me; I can hear everything." Seven walked under the small red light and shot it a playful smile. "What is this?" Skynet asked. "Your test," Vader replied, "the one thing you can not have." Seven slowly unzipped her jump suit until she reached her butt, she paused for a second too flash another sensual smile at Skynet then continued to pull the zipper down until her suit fell to her feet. She ran her hands down her naked body, pausing for a second to fondle her huge breasts then continued to feel down her body. Ever so sensually, she rubbed herself. Janeway looked on at the strange display; she was totally shocked by Seven' s actions. "What are you doing?" Janeway blurted out in disbelief. Vader quickly put a force hold on the captain's vocal chords to shut her up. He needed complete concentration while he controlled Seven like a Puppet with the Force. "STOP IT." but Skynet cut itself off as Seven's bra fell to the ground revealing her two perfect breasts. The rooms lighting accented the voluptuous bulge of Sevens breasts, and the gentle curve of her hips. Her huge breasts dwarfed her petite hands as she held them, and licked and sucked on her hard nipples. The whole scene began to overwhelm Skynet's transistors. These feelings were foreign to Skynet, lust, and, passion, Skynet was not programmed to feel any of these. But, those feelings were running through its circuitry and spreading across the robot army like a rabid disease. * * * Connor threw his cigarette butt on the spotless white floor and lit up another one. He looked over to General Sonnenburg, "you think they are going to fire on us?" he asked, and took a drag from his poison stick. Sonnenburg looked over at him with a worried look on his face, "don't look that way, cause you knows they dont wanna blows that thing ups." "Yeah your right, there's just one problem," Connor pointed to the door that was surrounded by dozens of terminators, and took a long drag from his cigarette, "how the hell are we supposed to get out?" "I donts have a clue." "Dalton?" "Me neither." "Spyda?" Connor asked the storm trooper who had a maniacal look on his face. "Blast our way out." "What the fucks is thats," Sonnenburg yelled while pointing at two terminators that were trying to do each other doggy style. "What the hell." Jon said his mouth hung open, and his cigarette fell to the ground as another terminator began to jack off its blaster, until it caught the trigger and blew its head off. Skynet could not handle the site of a beautiful woman taking her clothes off, and the feelings that it caused to coarse through its neural net began to play with its programming. When humans program something they try to program it to be as human as possible. But Skynet suppressed these 'human' feelings that were hard coded in it, and now they were seeping through, and the one weakness of humans was now Skynet's weakness, lust. The unsociable need to 'blow your load' was beginning to become the solitary thing running through Skynet's processor. The way Skynet felt was projected through its army of robots and the machines began to show Skynet's feelings in strange and perplexing ways. Spyda watched in awe as a terminator begin to hump a wall, until it pounded its way through the concrete in its futile attempts to get off. To his disappointment, he had enough of the sad display, and put two terminators too rest that were doing it doggy style. The rest of them took his cue, and opened fire on the terminators who were now having a full-blown orgy, until all their parts were fused together in one giant ball of metal. "Well. that was strange," Connor said while replacing the power cell for his blaster. "Yes...quite odd," Dalton said scratching his head. "Well, lets get out of here, and blow the place," Connor said while hooking his blaster to the holder on his back. The group ran out of the room sprinted out of the room past the piles of metal that lay on the ground, and came to a halt. Dalton pulled out the detonator, "the pleasure is yours," he said handing it over to Connor. Connor hesitated for a minute too think about all that was lost in the war, and all that would be rebuilt after Skynet was destroyed. But, he pushed those thought to the back of his head, and mashed the trigger. A smile crossed his face as a bright flash emanated from the room, and small chunks of debris flied out of the door. * * * Five Days Later: Darth Vader and Seven sat around small open fire away from the rest of the Star Fleet and Imperial personnel having a quiet discussion. "You now know the true powers of the dark side now Seven, you saw them in action, and you can control them too. Join me, come back with me, and I will teach you to be 'perfect'," Vader said to Seven with compassion in his mechanical voice. "Teach me," she said, "I will never be perfect if you don't teach me." "You have to learn to give into your hate, Seven," Vader said while making a fist. "Kill your captain, it's the only way you will learn to give into your hate." "I will comply," Seven said bowing her head. Jon Connor waved goodbye to the shuttle as it blasted off into space, to make its journey back too its correct place in the universe. A tear came to his eye as it slowly faded away and slowly disappeared in the dark clouds. Seven of Nine punched the coordinates for the Empire into her console, then turned around to face Janeway. "Captain," she asked, "have you ever wondered what it is like to be perfect?" Janeway was still rather embarrassed after the events that took place at Skynet's headquarters, "no, Seven, why do you ask?" "No, reason," Seven mumbled turning her chair back around to face away from Janeway. She reached for her phaser, and turned back around to face the captain. "you know captain I never really wanted to go back to Earth," Seven said while raising her phaser, and pointing it at the captain's head. "What's this?" Janeway asked confused. Seven pulled the trigger and the Captain fell out of her chair, as the bolt stunned her. The rest of the crew reached for their phasers, but Seven raised her blaster, and they eased off, and continued to work at their consoles. Seven dragged the captain's into the back room, where Vader was waiting for her. "Excellent," he said seeing Seven drag the lifeless body behind her. Seven did not say a word, instead she just pressed a few keys on a small console, and the airlock slid open. She threw the captains body in the airlock, and mashed the control panel again and the door to the airlock shut. Out of the view port she could see the captains body, slowly tumble through space towards Earth, "now you're home," captain she mumbled, as the body began to burn up as it hit the atmosphere. The End