Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Notice: This thread may contain spoilers for the movie Terminator Salvation.
It may also contain scenes of violence and adult language. Read at your own risk




January, 2019,
15 years after Judgement Day,
Several months after the destruction of Skynet’s San Francisco Central Complex.
The War continues...


With the skill of a professional sneaky bastard, Felix Davidson moved through the rubble of what had once been Pascagoula, Mississippi. Eyes constantly scanning, watching for any sign of danger, he darted from one bit of cover to the next. Though he preferred to move as fast as he could to limit his exposure, he remembered the lessons that had been taught to him, that the quicker you moved, the quicker you drew attention. He also had to stay quiet, his weapons and equipment carefully secured to prevent any sounds, part of his attention using his peripheral vision to pick the safest and quietest route. Pausing in the cover provided by the remains of a house, Felix glanced at the moonless, predawn night sky and grimaced.

Felix was a commando, even if he hadn’t received the extensive military training of such elite forces from the past. What training he did have came from a much tougher and far more demanding school than any Green Beret or SEAL in history had ever gone through. But unlike those old warrior groups, Felix and his comrades knew that the night was not their friend. Even with their BDU’s and balaclava’s specially made to mask their thermal signature, the rather cold January night air still made them stand out from the shattered bones of the city. This night attack was Command’s attempt to out think and surprise the enemy.

Felix tried not to laugh at that as he moved to his next bit of protection. How do you out think a computer that in one day had laid waste to the world and put the six billion strong human race on the endangered species list?

Yeah, we’ll just try to be smarter than the supercomputer, Felix groused to himself. It doesn’t sound funny to Command since they’re the ones safe in a bunker, and not out here in the death and terror.

It was just the usual bitching of a soldier in the field. Go back to caveman times and you’d hear the same thing as one tribe marched off to the first of humanities wars. Ultimately, Felix understood the motives. Super smart or not, Skynet was still a machine, and sometimes the only way to win against a machine was to use what was obviously the most dangerous and suicidal tactic possible.

And dangerous and suicidal is Tech-Com’s motto, he reminded himself as he slipped quietly into the ruins of what had been a grocery store at Ingalls Avenue and E St. At least, that’s what the maps on his mini-comp told him the ruins had once been. Thanks to the bombs and the human survivors’ and Skynet’s stripping the place of anything useful, it’s walls barely deserved being called walls, and it’s ceiling sagged dangerously. The few shelves that still remained on the sales floor held nothing of worth, and there was the omnipresent smell of decaying organic matter, though Felix was sure it was from animals and their wastes, not human bodies that would have long since been removed by natural processes.

Whatever it’s condition, the building provided good overhead and ground cover, and so was a good rendevous point. Pascagoula was Skynet country now, so it didn’t use it’s resources to constantly patrol the ruins for humans that had left long ago. There weren’t any Terminators on the ground, but Felix could still hear the distant rumble of HK’s in the air- hopefully the older models armed with gatling guns, rather than the rumored plasma weapons- the sounds coming mostly from it’s base at the old shipyards, just over two klicks to his west. Whatever was going on there, it had Command worried, which was why this whole op was going on.

Picking a spot among the rubble that looked somewhat comfortable and provided good concealment, Felix slipped the AT-4 anti-armor weapon he carried off his left shoulder and gently laid it on the ground. His Galil SAR never left his right hand, it and it’s high-powered 7.62mm armor piercing rounds always ready to be brought to bear on a threat. Checking his watch and making sure there was still plenty of time to reach their attack point, Felix settled down, took a sip from his camelbak, and patiently waited for the rest of his team to show up.
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Re: Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Samantha 'Reaver' Griffon Snuck around, from Cover to Cover, Heading Towards the Rendevous Point, Slowly and Quietly...
she had Trouble Resisting the Urge to Comment on the Silent Atmosphere, but she needed to stay quiet, despite the Millions of Jokes and One Liners that were permiating Her Skull. Sam's Main Problem, was her lack of Seriosness even in the Field, she took nothing seriosly, even going so far as to get into a 'Yo Mama' fight with A T-600 one time...she won, hand's down...granted, the T-600 was Shooting at her at the Time....sore loser... Reaver entered the Dilapitated Convienence Store, and Sat down in some Cover, Setting down her SPAS-12 Shotgun, and Taking a Look at her Assault Rifle, the 7.62 Sar Rifle, with Appreciation...that reminded her,
"Sir, If thier Develouping Plasma Weapons, Can i Get One?" Reaver Wispered to Felix, Almost Salivating at the Idea of that kind of weapon in her hands...of course everyone on her Team knew she wanted one, because of her Childlike "I want one." during the Briefing when Plasma Weapons were Mentioned...
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Re: Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Nick was crouched over, low to the ground and moving with descent speed. Not fast enough to attract attention from a lucky skynet scout but not slow enough that it took him forever to make it down the street. The large Beret 50. Cal Sniper rifle painted black on his back was wrapped in cloth so it did not hit any metallic debries and create unfavorable sounds. His dark grey trenchcoat concealed most of his body, including his combat harness with an aged but still powerful M1911 wooden grip handgun. The P90 in his hands was also strapped around his neck incase he didn't have time to reload and had to take out his sidearm.

He arrived at the grocery store and quickly took out his rifle, he set himself up just past Felix behind a car sized mound of debries. He laid flat against it and snapped out his rifle's bipod, he scanned the nearby buildings and skyline through the high powered multi scope, switching from thermal to night vision as he swept the area. Despite the relative cold he was sweating slightly, thankfully the balaclava absorbed the sweat, the black and red bandana he wore around his head was merely for looks. The shooter's gloves on his hands were not, he was reknowned for his sniping abilties having personally taken down even HK's with well placed rounds.

"We're alone Felix." He simply said still double checking the area.
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Re: Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Zahn was scaling the side of the broken store as he watched Reaver pass from across the road and into the store. Zahn was hunching down, making a smaller target of himself, he raised his M14-105 in front of him and proceeded to the small opening where Reaver went through and entered. As he did he saw most of the squad already in position, so he quickly got in position beside Felix.

Zahn was only thirteen when Judgment Day happened. After that unfaithful day, he stayed with his father and the newly formed Kentucky Guard. They had put up a good fight around the Hopkinsville and Fort Campbell area but with the constant bombardment from Skynet, Zahn and whoever was left alive was forced south across Tennessee and into the Alabama and Mississippi area.

Zahn rolled onto his back and raised his M14 up at the hole in the wall and secured the squads rear. You can never be too sure about the scouters or T-600s. They tend to sneak up on you when you least expect them.
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Re: Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Felix watched the members of his team arriving, a heavy weight lifting from his chest as each appeared without any new visible damages. None of his feelings showed on his face, though. Not just because he was their leader and had to remain professional, but he also didn’t want to take any ribbing from them. Looking between the three soldiers he considered his ‘inner circle’, he tapped Nick on a boot, patted Zahn on the shoulder, and gave Reaver a parental ‘what am I going to do with you’ head shake.

Feeling ‘parental’ about a heavily armed commando in the middle of all this devastation made the twenty-eight year old Davidson think yet again of what his life would be like if J-Day hadn’t happened.

He quickly put aside the thoughts as the remaining eight members of his team began to arrive and automatically took up a defensive perimeter, close enough together to hear their leader’s quiet voice without making an easy one-shot target. “Alright, you all know the basics,” he began softly, lifting up his balaclava to expose his face, taking the opportunity to scratch the week’s worth of fuzzy growth on his cheek and chin. “Skynet doesn’t use resources building and supplying a garrison just for the view of the water. Especially when the property it’s using used to build a chunk of the pre-bomb U.S. navy.” He glanced around the group to make sure everyone understood the implications. “If Command’s right, and it’s building some kinda oceangoing HK, it means every warship, oil rig, and drift city in the gulf is threatened.”

Skynet had dropped a lot of bombs on Judgement Day, and it’s legions of metal monsters had done plenty to destroy what hadn’t been nuked. But there had been far more ships in the ocean than bombs in the air, and more worthy targets for them among the world’s cities. Some of the survivors of the U.S. Navy, along with other naval forces around the Gulf of Mexico, Carribean, and mid-Atlantic, still held dominance of their realm. Civilian refugee ships had naturally congregated to where the warships were, and the Gulf’s many oil drilling platforms- once the more mobile of them had been moved to deeper waters- had become the centers of ad hoc communities and Resistance citadels. With a healthy supply of SAMs and air cover from the carriers Theodore Roosevelt and the Brazilian Sao Paulo, Skynet had never made much headway in removing the humans from the Gulf.

But like all good things, that seemed to be coming to an end.

“Mad Max and her Marauders will start their diversionary attack on the north gates at six thirty on the dot.” Grins went around the group. Mad Max had two notable qualities: bloodthirsty combat, and punctuality. “While the metal’s looking that’a way, we use Skynet’s foot bridges to cross the river from the old piers to the shipyards. Nick,” he turned to the sniper. “You take the twins,” Felix nodded to two soldiers that were dead ringers for each other even though they weren’t related, who carried between them an M2 heavy machine gun, it’s tri-pod, and several hundred rounds of ammunition. “You’re on support fire and observation. Zahn, once Skynet realizes Max’s attack is a feint to cover our entry, it’ll shift it’s guard forces to squash us. Your section,” a twitch of his head indicated the four troopers assigned to go with Zahn, “holds them back while the Marauders make their advance up their rusty rears.” Turning to Griffon, Felix pointed to a trooper laden with demolition packs. “Reaver, you two get the three air defense towers along the compound’s south side. They have to come down fast so the fly boys can get in and take down the HK’s. Do it in under ten minutes,” he added like a scheming father,”and I’ll make sure you get the first plasma cannon we find.” Even if it could only be mounted on a tank, he thought to himself. And god help us if she starts asking for one of those.

“And us, boss?” the last trooper asked, his voice betraying that he already knew the answer.

“Oh, we just get to go after the local communication node and disrupt Skynet’s control here long enough for us to secure the whole base. We’re the glory hounds, Freddy.” He grinned confidently, knowing the real reason he was going for the hardest target was to keep the members of his team safe.

Safe being relative, of course, he told himself as he shouldered his AT-4 and checked his rifle. Glancing around the gathered commandoes, he looked each of them over to make sure they were, as he expected, ready.

“No silly speeches, as usual,” he stated. “Move to the attack points by sections. Hold for my signal. Stealth is essential. General order five is in effect, as always. If one of you get’s spotted, don’t compromise your section or the team. Get clear if you can and hide, we’ll find you later.” One more look around his team, and he nodded. “Good luck, good hunting. I’ll see you on the other side. Let’s move.”

Felix silently watched as his team split up into their groups and disappeared back into the shadows. “Come on, Fred,” he said after they had all left. With his ‘section’ in tow, he headed out on the final leg of the approach.
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Re: Terminator: The Devil's Hands

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Zahn nodded his head in confirmation. After Zahn heard what he was going to do he got the attention of his group and signal to them that when he moved they moved with him. Zahn got to his feet and moved to the far wall that had a doorway that lead to the back of the grocery store. Zahn cleared the hall with quick and decisive movement and precision. After the hall was cleared they rushed to the end of the hall and stopped short of the gaping hole that exposed the whole side of the grocery store. Mason, one of the AT Gunners (Anti-Terminator) dossed the RPG-7 over his right shoulder and grabbed his MP-5. Mason scanned the debris filled street and turned to Zahn.

"Coast is clear."

"Good. We'll cross the street in three and then two. Mason, Georgy, you are with me. You other two, watch our backs and we'll do the same." Zahn got confirmation from his crew. "Good. Lets go." Zahn and the other two with him jumped down from the edge of the elevated floor and hopped down the cement rubble and twisted metal debris. After the three made it across to the other building they motioned to the other two to go. After everyone in Zahn's group made it across the two lane road they proceeded into the three story office building.

The first floor of the office building was dusty and vacant of life. As the five man team searched through the open lobby and secured the main floor. Zahn rushed over to the stairwell and saw that the door was ripped off, he also noticed that their were empty shells scattered on the floor. Zahn looked at the walls and saw that the walls were also riddled with bullet holes.

"It looks like someone had themselves a little shootout here." Mason walked up to Zahn and commented on the poor state of the office lobby.

"Yeah, lets just hope that whoever made all this mess isn't here anymore." Zahn commented.

"What now?" Mason asked as he readjusted the RPG on his shoulder so it didn't tug at his shoulder so much. The weight of the loaded rocket launcher was pinching his skin.

"Okay,lets head to the third floor. We'll setup shop their and provide cover for Felix and his men. Hoo-up!"

"Hoo-up!" from Zahn's team.

After a few moments, Zahn and his men had setup a defensive perimeter in one of the large open third story office building rooms. Zahn got on the comm and reported to Felix. "We are in position. Over." Zahn angled his M-14 105 out the window and looked down at the dusty street below. The faint hum of a HK could be heard out in the distance as sweat began to bead on his brow from the humid southern weather.
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