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I happened to be watching Terminator 1 and 2 recently, so I decieded to do a SR version. Add to it if youíd likeÖ All the characters in this are purely fictional, and any likenesses to actual Foggers is purely conincidental ;-)
The Tiltawhirl 1000 straightened up, its eyes roving.
ìKill TBNî
The message flashed in front of its eyes, alerting it to its mission. Made of molten Nintendo, it looked about for a carÖ
Bonus looked around, shotgun held over his shoulder, searching for the person he was supposed to be guarding. The message Phil Harrison, Sony America chairman, had drilled into him in the future. ë Turbonutter is vital to the survival of the Playstation 3 against the Gamesphere. He must survive. At all costs.í.
He must find the young gamer, before the T-1000 did.
Turbonutter stood in his garden, rifle set against his shoulder, target range set out. He span, sighting and shooting in one moment. The SNES shattered, fragments flying everwhere. Second shot. The GBA flew out of the tree, propelled by the bullet set squarely in the middle of the screen. TBN sighted carefully, the minute Gamecube, surely beyond his skillsÖ..A bullet landed squarely in the centre. TBN looked smug, but what? The Gamecube was flowing, moving upwards to form a human shape.
ì Tiltawhirl? What the?î
The T-1000 smiled coolly, and moved towards his target, hand already shaping into a console designed to cove in the rebels head.
ìDuckî
Bonus leapt over the fence, spinning his shotgun into firing mode. A hole appeared in the purple casing of the T-1000. Bonus grabbed TBN and pulled him over the fence.
ì But my PS2! I canít leave it!î
ì Your PS2 is already dead.î Said Bonus coolly.
ìNo!î TBN wouldnít believe it.
Bonus pulled TBN into a waiting truck, as Tiltawhirl-1000 smashed through the fence, twin SNESís working in tandem to reduce the wood to splinters.
ì What is that?î said TBN, horror on his face.
ì The pure embodiment of Nintendo. Rebuilt in the 2020ís by Nintendo, from the most dedicated Ninty ever, to hunt down and smash the loyal Sony fans. We live in hidingÖî Bonus paused from the explanation to grab a PS1 from the back seat. He struck a match, lit the cord sticking out of the machine and threw it speedily at the feet of the T-1000.
Smoke and parts exploded everywhere, and the machine flew backwards. Bonus reversed speedily and accelerated.
ì We live in hiding, protecting our ways in secret. Nintendo intended to wipe us all out, but one man showed us the way. That was you, Turbo. You showed us to exploit the weaknesses in the Ninty way. You helped build the PS3, our ultimate weapon against the GameSphereís control. We had won! But we discovered experimental technology in Nintendoís secret bunker. After destroying the fat, 90yr old plumber guarding it, we discovered what seemed to be a ordinary green pipe. But we knew Nintendo better than that! We travelled back in time to now, where you are vunerable. Only I can protect you from that, the Tiltawhirl-1000. Molten Nintendo. Experimental model.î
TBN sat back in his seat, shocked at what he had heard. He was mankindís only hope from the oppression of a fat plumber and his Ninty army.
The T-1000 looked at the escaping car. He looked down at the shattered GBA, and smiled as it was reabsorbed into his own body. Sony would not win. Nintendo would rule againÖ. He needed a human form to assumeÖ He looked across at the lake, and saw a girl paddling across.
ì Say, thatís a nice canoe!í
Iguana looked up at him questioningly.
ì Can you talk little girl?î
She pointed at the inscription on the canoe. Silent Jess.
He smiled evilly.
ì Perfect.î
ì Tiltawhirl led the Nintyís in the early 21st century. He led them so well the PS2 was hard-pressed to maintain its dominance. But Sonyís attempt at the handheld market was the turning point. We reversed the Gameboyís dominance!í
Turbo listened, fascinated, as Bonus laid it all out.
ì But Nintendo couldnít let that happen. The T(iltawhirl) ñ 800 was born, half man, half Nintendo. He led them in an assault on our strongholds. It wasÖî
Bonus broke off.
ì It can assume any form it touches. It can even become a PS2 fan. Itís horrible, I know, but it could be coming at you from any angle. You canít trust any of them, the notables, the WLTers, not even the present day me.í
A horrified look shot across Turboís faceÖ.
More to come, maybe...It's my first FOG story anyways. No offense meant guys, I'm not really a console person..
Stryke.
The Tiltawhirl 1000 straightened up, its eyes roving.
ìKill TBNî
The message flashed in front of its eyes, alerting it to its mission. Made of molten Nintendo, it looked about for a carÖ
Bonus looked around, shotgun held over his shoulder, searching for the person he was supposed to be guarding. The message Phil Harrison, Sony America chairman, had drilled into him in the future. ë Turbonutter is vital to the survival of the Playstation 3 against the Gamesphere. He must survive. At all costs.í.
He must find the young gamer, before the T-1000 did.
Turbonutter stood in his garden, rifle set against his shoulder, target range set out. He span, sighting and shooting in one moment. The SNES shattered, fragments flying everwhere. Second shot. The GBA flew out of the tree, propelled by the bullet set squarely in the middle of the screen. TBN sighted carefully, the minute Gamecube, surely beyond his skillsÖ..A bullet landed squarely in the centre. TBN looked smug, but what? The Gamecube was flowing, moving upwards to form a human shape.
ì Tiltawhirl? What the?î
The T-1000 smiled coolly, and moved towards his target, hand already shaping into a console designed to cove in the rebels head.
ìDuckî
Bonus leapt over the fence, spinning his shotgun into firing mode. A hole appeared in the purple casing of the T-1000. Bonus grabbed TBN and pulled him over the fence.
ì But my PS2! I canít leave it!î
ì Your PS2 is already dead.î Said Bonus coolly.
ìNo!î TBN wouldnít believe it.
Bonus pulled TBN into a waiting truck, as Tiltawhirl-1000 smashed through the fence, twin SNESís working in tandem to reduce the wood to splinters.
ì What is that?î said TBN, horror on his face.
ì The pure embodiment of Nintendo. Rebuilt in the 2020ís by Nintendo, from the most dedicated Ninty ever, to hunt down and smash the loyal Sony fans. We live in hidingÖî Bonus paused from the explanation to grab a PS1 from the back seat. He struck a match, lit the cord sticking out of the machine and threw it speedily at the feet of the T-1000.
Smoke and parts exploded everywhere, and the machine flew backwards. Bonus reversed speedily and accelerated.
ì We live in hiding, protecting our ways in secret. Nintendo intended to wipe us all out, but one man showed us the way. That was you, Turbo. You showed us to exploit the weaknesses in the Ninty way. You helped build the PS3, our ultimate weapon against the GameSphereís control. We had won! But we discovered experimental technology in Nintendoís secret bunker. After destroying the fat, 90yr old plumber guarding it, we discovered what seemed to be a ordinary green pipe. But we knew Nintendo better than that! We travelled back in time to now, where you are vunerable. Only I can protect you from that, the Tiltawhirl-1000. Molten Nintendo. Experimental model.î
TBN sat back in his seat, shocked at what he had heard. He was mankindís only hope from the oppression of a fat plumber and his Ninty army.
The T-1000 looked at the escaping car. He looked down at the shattered GBA, and smiled as it was reabsorbed into his own body. Sony would not win. Nintendo would rule againÖ. He needed a human form to assumeÖ He looked across at the lake, and saw a girl paddling across.
ì Say, thatís a nice canoe!í
Iguana looked up at him questioningly.
ì Can you talk little girl?î
She pointed at the inscription on the canoe. Silent Jess.
He smiled evilly.
ì Perfect.î
ì Tiltawhirl led the Nintyís in the early 21st century. He led them so well the PS2 was hard-pressed to maintain its dominance. But Sonyís attempt at the handheld market was the turning point. We reversed the Gameboyís dominance!í
Turbo listened, fascinated, as Bonus laid it all out.
ì But Nintendo couldnít let that happen. The T(iltawhirl) ñ 800 was born, half man, half Nintendo. He led them in an assault on our strongholds. It wasÖî
Bonus broke off.
ì It can assume any form it touches. It can even become a PS2 fan. Itís horrible, I know, but it could be coming at you from any angle. You canít trust any of them, the notables, the WLTers, not even the present day me.í
A horrified look shot across Turboís faceÖ.
More to come, maybe...It's my first FOG story anyways. No offense meant guys, I'm not really a console person..
Stryke.
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At least you died heroically. I died idiotically. heh.
How did I guess that I'd end up dead with Jess and Gaz writing...
Good work anyway guys, probably best if I don't question it..I'll just watch out for the next.
Good work anyway guys, probably best if I don't question it..I'll just watch out for the next.
THE END
Couldn't resist..
Couldn't resist..
They emerged into a scrapyard, guns locked and loaded, waiting for the machine to emerge.
They didn't have long to wait.
The door exploded outwards, showering them in metal. The T-1000 emerged, holding the body of Stryk aloft.
"All who oppose, die." He threw the lifeless thing to the floor." You have one chance to hand over TBN and I will let you live."
Iguana looked at the others and stepped out into the rain.
"Jess, what the?"
She looked straight and the machine, and swung the snifer rifle into firing position.
"All who oppose, live."
She sent a bullet soaring into the piles of scrap metal hanging tantalisingly over Tiltawhirl. It collasped showering the machine, and half-burying him. She smirked, and grabbed a grenade from her belt.It snarled, and grabbed a spike of scrap-metal.
"All who oppose, DIE!"
It hurled the spike with pin-point accuracy. Iguana stared as certain death soared towards her.
"NO!"
Phil jumped out from behind the protection of a car, throwing his body into the missile. It shredded his torso, sending him thudding into Iguana. She collapsed backwards with the impact. The grenade rolled backwards, landing at the feet of TBN. He stared at it, then at the temporarily trapped machine, then to the PS2. What Phil had been saying came back to him. Pictures flooded through his mind - Bonus, Stryke, Phil - people who had given their lives to protect him. Then he moving, outwards, over the weeping Jess, towards the machine. he climbed the pile, growling. He punched the machine, once, twice, three times, then pulled the pin from the grenade and shoved down the throat of Tiltawhirl. He vaulted backwards, just as it exploded, leaving a gaping hole. The machine immediately began to flow back into it, but TBN was quicker. He thrust the PS2 into the hole, and watched coldy as Tiltawhirl's head reformed over it. He leaned close, and shoved his face closer to the machine's.
"Told you Ninty's needed a DVD player."
Tiltawhirl looked questionly up, then his eyes crossed. There was a whining noise, and TBN threw himself down the slope. A brilliant flash of white light followed, and there, lying in the middle of the scrap metal, was a smashed Gamecube and a shining PS2. TBN smiled in triumph.
Iguana blinked, and sat up. Phil lay crumpled beside her. His eyes were barely open. She smiled down at him, tears flooding her eyes.
" We won, Phil. We won!"
He smiled up at her, warmth in his eyes. Then they closed, and he lay back, peacefully.
Iguana collapsed backwards as the rain poured down. She stared upwards, open-eyed, into the bleak darkness of the storm...
Thats all folks! Hope you enjoyed. Jess and Gaz will be bringing another story soon ;) Once again, its only a joke guys.
They didn't have long to wait.
The door exploded outwards, showering them in metal. The T-1000 emerged, holding the body of Stryk aloft.
"All who oppose, die." He threw the lifeless thing to the floor." You have one chance to hand over TBN and I will let you live."
Iguana looked at the others and stepped out into the rain.
"Jess, what the?"
She looked straight and the machine, and swung the snifer rifle into firing position.
"All who oppose, live."
She sent a bullet soaring into the piles of scrap metal hanging tantalisingly over Tiltawhirl. It collasped showering the machine, and half-burying him. She smirked, and grabbed a grenade from her belt.It snarled, and grabbed a spike of scrap-metal.
"All who oppose, DIE!"
It hurled the spike with pin-point accuracy. Iguana stared as certain death soared towards her.
"NO!"
Phil jumped out from behind the protection of a car, throwing his body into the missile. It shredded his torso, sending him thudding into Iguana. She collapsed backwards with the impact. The grenade rolled backwards, landing at the feet of TBN. He stared at it, then at the temporarily trapped machine, then to the PS2. What Phil had been saying came back to him. Pictures flooded through his mind - Bonus, Stryke, Phil - people who had given their lives to protect him. Then he moving, outwards, over the weeping Jess, towards the machine. he climbed the pile, growling. He punched the machine, once, twice, three times, then pulled the pin from the grenade and shoved down the throat of Tiltawhirl. He vaulted backwards, just as it exploded, leaving a gaping hole. The machine immediately began to flow back into it, but TBN was quicker. He thrust the PS2 into the hole, and watched coldy as Tiltawhirl's head reformed over it. He leaned close, and shoved his face closer to the machine's.
"Told you Ninty's needed a DVD player."
Tiltawhirl looked questionly up, then his eyes crossed. There was a whining noise, and TBN threw himself down the slope. A brilliant flash of white light followed, and there, lying in the middle of the scrap metal, was a smashed Gamecube and a shining PS2. TBN smiled in triumph.
Iguana blinked, and sat up. Phil lay crumpled beside her. His eyes were barely open. She smiled down at him, tears flooding her eyes.
" We won, Phil. We won!"
He smiled up at her, warmth in his eyes. Then they closed, and he lay back, peacefully.
Iguana collapsed backwards as the rain poured down. She stared upwards, open-eyed, into the bleak darkness of the storm...
Thats all folks! Hope you enjoyed. Jess and Gaz will be bringing another story soon ;) Once again, its only a joke guys.
ìPhil? Whereís Stryke?î asked Iguana as the three hurried down the corridor.
ìHe went after T-1000..î
ìWHAT? You let him!î Iguana stared in disbelief.
ìI couldnít stop him..î
ìBut.. heíll be.. killed..î she choked.
Phil shook his head sadly. ìHe wonít be the only oneî He
said, kicked open another door and went in.
ìThere.î He smiled. He took out a new PS2 from the metal cupboard. ìComplete with GT3, our ultimate weapon against the spawn of Nintendo.î
TBN looked at him quizzically. ìHow on earth is that meant to do anything?î
ìTrust meî
Iguana laughed dryly.
The T-1000 scanned the vicinity. Life forms: Positive. Primary Target: Close. Sub Targets: Close.
The machine began to stride through the door and down the narrow corridor.
ìItís coming..î said Phil.
Iguana and TBN exchanged nervous glances.
ìHereî Phil handed the PS2 to TBN and threw a grenade to Iguana. ìYou know what to do.î
TBN suddenly spoke. ìWe have to move.î
ìNo, weíll stay. We have to, we canít keep run-ì Said Phil.
ìNo, thatís not in. The bunkerís already damaged another
blast and itíll come down on top of us and the rest of oVî
Explained TBN hurriedly.
ìHeís rightî Said Iguana. ìQuickî The three fled down the corridor once more towards the back entrance of the bunker and into the pitch blackness of the night.
ìHe went after T-1000..î
ìWHAT? You let him!î Iguana stared in disbelief.
ìI couldnít stop him..î
ìBut.. heíll be.. killed..î she choked.
Phil shook his head sadly. ìHe wonít be the only oneî He
said, kicked open another door and went in.
ìThere.î He smiled. He took out a new PS2 from the metal cupboard. ìComplete with GT3, our ultimate weapon against the spawn of Nintendo.î
TBN looked at him quizzically. ìHow on earth is that meant to do anything?î
ìTrust meî
Iguana laughed dryly.
The T-1000 scanned the vicinity. Life forms: Positive. Primary Target: Close. Sub Targets: Close.
The machine began to stride through the door and down the narrow corridor.
ìItís coming..î said Phil.
Iguana and TBN exchanged nervous glances.
ìHereî Phil handed the PS2 to TBN and threw a grenade to Iguana. ìYou know what to do.î
TBN suddenly spoke. ìWe have to move.î
ìNo, weíll stay. We have to, we canít keep run-ì Said Phil.
ìNo, thatís not in. The bunkerís already damaged another
blast and itíll come down on top of us and the rest of oVî
Explained TBN hurriedly.
ìHeís rightî Said Iguana. ìQuickî The three fled down the corridor once more towards the back entrance of the bunker and into the pitch blackness of the night.
They backed away as a huge dent appeared in the door.
"Go, GO!" yelled Phil. They turned and ran down the corridor, lights flickering all the way.
" This way! The armoury!"
They kicked a door open as another thud resounded through the oV bunker. The intercom crackled as Phil keyed into a port.
" All members of oV in the vicinity of Bunker 5, converge on the armoury."
He ripped open a locker.
" Arm up people."
Iguana smashed open her own locker. She grabbed her specialist weapon, the pink sniper rifle. TBN glanced at her questioningly.
"Fear the pink sniper rifle."
He looked curious, but shut up, and grabbed a few grenades.
The door burst open, and phil span round, bringing his gun up to his shoulder.
" Hey phil, calm it!"
Phil breathed slowly.
"Stryke. Thank god."
He threw a gun to Stryke.
" There's a machine coming. Its come for TBN."
Stryke nodded to TBN, loading the gun as he listened.
"It's vitally important he doesn't get TBN. Our future depends on it, understand?"
Stryke nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, but a massive crash rang through the bunker.
"He's in?" asked Stryke.
Iguana nodded, her face white.
"Go. I'll handle it."
"Gaz, you can't, it'll..."
Footsteps rang through the hall. Stryke nodded, and ran out into the hall. Phil looked after him for a second, then kicked open another door, and ran through.
Stryke raised the gun to his shoulder, looking around. Sudeenly Tiltawhirl appeared before him.
" Tiltawhirl? What the?"
The T-1000 grabbed Stryke and lifted him.
" Jeez!" He scrabbled with the shotgun, but the T-1000 grabbed it and threw Stryke backwards. Stryke landed, but was on his feet instantly.
" C'mon!"
He set his feet in combat stance.
The T-1000 considered this for a moment, that pumped two shells into Stryke coldly. He was over the body and moving onwards before it finished moving...
"Go, GO!" yelled Phil. They turned and ran down the corridor, lights flickering all the way.
" This way! The armoury!"
They kicked a door open as another thud resounded through the oV bunker. The intercom crackled as Phil keyed into a port.
" All members of oV in the vicinity of Bunker 5, converge on the armoury."
He ripped open a locker.
" Arm up people."
Iguana smashed open her own locker. She grabbed her specialist weapon, the pink sniper rifle. TBN glanced at her questioningly.
"Fear the pink sniper rifle."
He looked curious, but shut up, and grabbed a few grenades.
The door burst open, and phil span round, bringing his gun up to his shoulder.
" Hey phil, calm it!"
Phil breathed slowly.
"Stryke. Thank god."
He threw a gun to Stryke.
" There's a machine coming. Its come for TBN."
Stryke nodded to TBN, loading the gun as he listened.
"It's vitally important he doesn't get TBN. Our future depends on it, understand?"
Stryke nodded, and opened his mouth to speak, but a massive crash rang through the bunker.
"He's in?" asked Stryke.
Iguana nodded, her face white.
"Go. I'll handle it."
"Gaz, you can't, it'll..."
Footsteps rang through the hall. Stryke nodded, and ran out into the hall. Phil looked after him for a second, then kicked open another door, and ran through.
Stryke raised the gun to his shoulder, looking around. Sudeenly Tiltawhirl appeared before him.
" Tiltawhirl? What the?"
The T-1000 grabbed Stryke and lifted him.
" Jeez!" He scrabbled with the shotgun, but the T-1000 grabbed it and threw Stryke backwards. Stryke landed, but was on his feet instantly.
" C'mon!"
He set his feet in combat stance.
The T-1000 considered this for a moment, that pumped two shells into Stryke coldly. He was over the body and moving onwards before it finished moving...
ìBut where do we go?î asked Phil as the three ran onward. ìThe oV base is ruined, Bonusí base, likewise. We have nowhere and nothing to prepare withî
TBN kept glancing behind him, expecting the T-1000 to materialise behind them.
ìWe have our bunkers. He hasnít managed to destroy them yet. Nearest one is..î Iguana made a quick mental map of their location. ìAbout half a kilometre away. Keep running.î
ìHow can we destroy him though, heís invincible! Nothing we do makes the slightest bit of difference.î Said Turbonutter, in a tone verging on despair.
ìSo what?î shot Phil at Rob. ìYou giving up? Just because it seems impossible?î
ìEverything has their weakness, I presumeî Iguana looked thoughtful. ìItís just finding what it is thatís the problem..î
TBN shook his head. ìOf course Iím not giving up. Iíd rather die then give in, you know that. No way Iím letting a Ninty destroy me!î
Phil and Iguana grinned. Phil caught her eye.
ìHeís beginning to believeî He mouthed silently.
Iguana started to put the 8 number pin code into the door of the oV bunker, cunningly disguised as the entrance to a close SR shop.
ìErm, Iggy.. quick..î TBN stuttered as he caught sight of the T-1000 at the end of the road.
ìErk..î She panicked. ìAGH, whatís the code, whatís the code!?î
Phil pushed her out the way, pushed in the code and shoved the door open.
ìINî He yelled.
Both TBN and Iguana scuttled through the door, followed by Phil who slammed the door shut.
Phil flicked on the light.
îHow long will that door stand up the T-1000?î Asked Iguana, voice shaking slightly.
ìNo way of telling, but-ì TBNís words were cut off as the bunker shook violently and the boxes piled high around the walls crashed to the floor..
TBN kept glancing behind him, expecting the T-1000 to materialise behind them.
ìWe have our bunkers. He hasnít managed to destroy them yet. Nearest one is..î Iguana made a quick mental map of their location. ìAbout half a kilometre away. Keep running.î
ìHow can we destroy him though, heís invincible! Nothing we do makes the slightest bit of difference.î Said Turbonutter, in a tone verging on despair.
ìSo what?î shot Phil at Rob. ìYou giving up? Just because it seems impossible?î
ìEverything has their weakness, I presumeî Iguana looked thoughtful. ìItís just finding what it is thatís the problem..î
TBN shook his head. ìOf course Iím not giving up. Iíd rather die then give in, you know that. No way Iím letting a Ninty destroy me!î
Phil and Iguana grinned. Phil caught her eye.
ìHeís beginning to believeî He mouthed silently.
Iguana started to put the 8 number pin code into the door of the oV bunker, cunningly disguised as the entrance to a close SR shop.
ìErm, Iggy.. quick..î TBN stuttered as he caught sight of the T-1000 at the end of the road.
ìErk..î She panicked. ìAGH, whatís the code, whatís the code!?î
Phil pushed her out the way, pushed in the code and shoved the door open.
ìINî He yelled.
Both TBN and Iguana scuttled through the door, followed by Phil who slammed the door shut.
Phil flicked on the light.
îHow long will that door stand up the T-1000?î Asked Iguana, voice shaking slightly.
ìNo way of telling, but-ì TBNís words were cut off as the bunker shook violently and the boxes piled high around the walls crashed to the floor..
D'oh!
Cracked ribs and a blasck eye all in one day!
:-D
Cracked ribs and a blasck eye all in one day!
:-D
"OK, OK, I'm turning it off...."
RBS suddenly threw the tracer at TBN, who instinctively raised his hands to cover his face. RBS kicked the gun away with a roundhouse kick, and crouched into combat position.
" Leave him."
RBS spiralled round to see the T-1000 striding towards them.
TBN fell backwards in shock.
" You...look, just like Jess..."
The T-1000 smiled.
" Yes, just like."
" But not. I, however, am." a new voice cut in.
All three turned to see a figure emerging from a side-alley.
TBN breathed a sigh of relief as Iguana appeared. She span a grenade from her belt.
The T-1000 looked at the newcomer. Searching...Sub-Target: Iguana. oV member. Considered destroyed.
" You should be dead."
Iguana smiled.
"So should you."
She threw the grenade.
The T-1000 looked down, as the grenade implanted itself in him. He looked up, shocked. Iguana smiled again.
"Snoogins."
It exploded.
RBS was thrown backwards by the blast, and he landed sprawled, atop the gun TBN had dropped. He grinned sardonically, and clenched it, raising it to point at TBN.
"Don't make another..."
Phil swung his fist round, knocking RBS sprawling. He kicked the gun away and bodily lifted the traitor. He threw him into the wall, and RBS slid to the floor, accompianied by the cracking of a few ribs. Iguana hurried up.
" How did you..."
" Survive? Long story. Let's go. We don't have much time."
They looked at the fragments of the Tiltawhirl-1000. They were slowly forming, handheld consoles, which would ,meet up to make bigger consoles, and so on.
" We've got 10 minutes, tops. Let's move." Iguana swung Phil's shotgun onto her shoulder and pulled TBN up.
The alley rang with the sounds of their footsteps, leaving behind a silent traitor and a pool of purple.
RBS suddenly threw the tracer at TBN, who instinctively raised his hands to cover his face. RBS kicked the gun away with a roundhouse kick, and crouched into combat position.
" Leave him."
RBS spiralled round to see the T-1000 striding towards them.
TBN fell backwards in shock.
" You...look, just like Jess..."
The T-1000 smiled.
" Yes, just like."
" But not. I, however, am." a new voice cut in.
All three turned to see a figure emerging from a side-alley.
TBN breathed a sigh of relief as Iguana appeared. She span a grenade from her belt.
The T-1000 looked at the newcomer. Searching...Sub-Target: Iguana. oV member. Considered destroyed.
" You should be dead."
Iguana smiled.
"So should you."
She threw the grenade.
The T-1000 looked down, as the grenade implanted itself in him. He looked up, shocked. Iguana smiled again.
"Snoogins."
It exploded.
RBS was thrown backwards by the blast, and he landed sprawled, atop the gun TBN had dropped. He grinned sardonically, and clenched it, raising it to point at TBN.
"Don't make another..."
Phil swung his fist round, knocking RBS sprawling. He kicked the gun away and bodily lifted the traitor. He threw him into the wall, and RBS slid to the floor, accompianied by the cracking of a few ribs. Iguana hurried up.
" How did you..."
" Survive? Long story. Let's go. We don't have much time."
They looked at the fragments of the Tiltawhirl-1000. They were slowly forming, handheld consoles, which would ,meet up to make bigger consoles, and so on.
" We've got 10 minutes, tops. Let's move." Iguana swung Phil's shotgun onto her shoulder and pulled TBN up.
The alley rang with the sounds of their footsteps, leaving behind a silent traitor and a pool of purple.
ìROB! You idiot! GOî Phil yelled, teeth clenched with pain. ìGo!, Iíll deal with RBS, just GO!î
TBN swung round and stared straight at Phil.
ìNoî He said ìI canít keep running. We canít keep running. Whatever happens heíll catch up with us and I canít win this fight by fleeing in terrorî
TBN reeled back from a kick to head by Rasta, blood streamed down past his face from the reopened wounds. Quick as lightning RBS dodged as Phil aimed a kick at his head, and shot underneath them, sending Phil flying forward into the wall.
TBN watched Philís head smash against the brick and crumple to the floor in a motionless heap in silent horror. Blood was trickling down his forehead.
ìNo..î He uttered, breathlessly.
RBS turned to face him.
ìSo,î He smiled ìThe great Turbonutter ends hereî He held the tracer smugly aloft.
TBN breath grew heavier. He reached instead his pocket and drew out an Ingram, pointing it straight at RBSí face.
ìTurn the DAMN thing off before I turn you off!î TBN spoke, voice shaking slightly. ìTurn it off and leave. eave it on and Iíll shoot that smug smile of your traitorous faceî
TBN swung round and stared straight at Phil.
ìNoî He said ìI canít keep running. We canít keep running. Whatever happens heíll catch up with us and I canít win this fight by fleeing in terrorî
TBN reeled back from a kick to head by Rasta, blood streamed down past his face from the reopened wounds. Quick as lightning RBS dodged as Phil aimed a kick at his head, and shot underneath them, sending Phil flying forward into the wall.
TBN watched Philís head smash against the brick and crumple to the floor in a motionless heap in silent horror. Blood was trickling down his forehead.
ìNo..î He uttered, breathlessly.
RBS turned to face him.
ìSo,î He smiled ìThe great Turbonutter ends hereî He held the tracer smugly aloft.
TBN breath grew heavier. He reached instead his pocket and drew out an Ingram, pointing it straight at RBSí face.
ìTurn the DAMN thing off before I turn you off!î TBN spoke, voice shaking slightly. ìTurn it off and leave. eave it on and Iíll shoot that smug smile of your traitorous faceî
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