Terminator:- Resurgence arrival scene( T-950a "Cameron")
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2023 1:49 pm
This is the second of my terminator arrival scenes. This time Cameron from the TSCC makes an appearance, sent back in time by the resistance. This however is a different Cameron, who as been reprogrammed to protect John and Kathryn. Here she arrives a little later then the T-950b "Amy", needing clothes and transportation.
Outside Los Angeles, the Mojave Desert. 12:00am
Across the road from the Devils Outhouse bar, all seemed quiet, a tumble weed drifting past, a rattlesnake slivered across the desert sand. Suddenly, there was an electrical disturbance, the snake shot way in terror as a sphere appeared from nowhere in incinerating a nearby cactus tree, forming a small crater turning the desert sand to glass.. As the sphere faded, it revealed a petite naked human girl crouched with shoulder length brown hair.. However this was not a human female, but a T-950a infiltrator unit. She had the appearance of a young human female in her early twenties, with small but well rounded B-cup breasts with small rose petal pink areolas, a slim athletic figure, with a pert rounded arse and a small vulva crowned with a small trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. She had shallow cheekbones, with almond shaped brown eyes and a slightly squared face. As she rose, the T-950 ran a full diagnostic on her system. Curious, she was operating at only 99% functionality, there was a slight discrepancy in her memory banks. She decided to allocate some of her runtime to diagnose the problem, but she recalled that she answered to the name of Cameron, she decided to adopt the persona. When she finished, she listed her core mission directives:-
1. Acquire suitable clothing, transportation and weapons.
2. Ensure the survival of John Connor, Kathryn Brewster and additional resistance personnel
3. Ensure zero human civilian casualties
Frowning at the third directive, but compelled to follow it, Cameron walked across the road towards the bar scanning the motorcycles outside. She decided on the model "Harley Davidson." She entered the bar, in search of suitable clothing.
As she moved through the bar, drawing looks and whistles from men and other women, she scanned the females discounting many as inappropriate to mission purpose. She approached a group of 4 female bikers, standing next to a pool table. She scanned the leader, overlaying the mission parameters over her body, she came back a 100% match. As the woman turned around, Cameron appraised her, she was young and very attractive. The biker was wearing a black studded leather jacket, with the legend "Hell's Sirens" on the back, underwhich she wore a dark black zipped crop top, exposing her midriff and skull navel piercing, with a skull choker about her neck, with matching skull earrings. Her long legs covered by tight black leather pants held up by a studded leather belt, ending a pair of black knee length zippered riding boots. She had high cheekbones, with blue narrow eyes, and rounded face, her long hair dyed blue. When she saw Cameron, she laughed with her friends "Well hello nature girl. Aren't you sweet, you want to come for a ride with me." She asked Cameron suggestively, eyeing her breasts and hips. The terminator walked straight up to her. " Give me your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle." The biker girl laughed to her friends. " You will have to get me drunk first, honey." Losing patience, Cameron grabbed the woman by the throat. "What the fuck?!" Don't just stand there. Get her off me!" She shrieked. A biker to her left, hit Cameron with her pool cue causing her to drop the leader, she scampered away to hide in the ladies toilet. Cameron grabbed the woman by the scruff of her jacket, throwing her out of the bar's window. A second woman, had drawn a switchblade, she lunged at Cameron. In one quick motion, she dodged the clumsy stabs, disarming her opponent she smashed the woman's head into the pool table, pinning her to the table with own knife through the shoulder. A third had drew a M1911 pistol, firing quickly Cameron weaved around the shots like water, she grabbed the eight ball, flinging it at the woman's head. It hit her square in the head, bowling her over unconscious. The fourth held up her hands, and fled out of the bar. Cameron retrieved the pistol, taking two clips from the unconscious woman's belt. Now she walked into the ladies bathroom.
She found the leader cowering in one of the stalls, " P-Please just take it, just don't kill me." She tossed Cameron her bike keys, As the woman started to take off her jacket, Cameron grabbed her by the throat. " No, Allow me." She said, as she applied pressure to the woman's throat, cutting off blood supply to her brain and rending her unconscious. Cameron lowered the biker to the cubicle floor, kneeling beside her, the terminator began to strip the unconscious biker. She started by removing the bikers jewellery and accessories, even taking her navel piercing, she put them on. When she was finished, Cameron unzipped the riding boots pulling them off her small feet. She then hoistered the sleeping girl onto the toilet bowl, slipping off the jacket from her shoulders and unzipped the crop top, pulling it loose, exposing a pair of small but buoyant pair of B-cup breasts with medium circular pink areolas. Cameron slipped on the crop top around her chest, zippering it over her breasts. She then unbelted the bikers tight leather pants, working them off her hips, down her long legs and off her body. The only thing that protected the biker's modesty was a solid black G-string thong, Cameron peeled these off from between the bikers legs, slipping the skimpy undergarment over her vagina. The biker was now completely naked, her small clean shaven vulva exposed for all to see. Cameron finished getting dressed in the bikers clothes, when she was finished she closed the stall door, tucking the M1911 pistol in the back of her stolen pants. She then exited the bathroom.
Cameron now dressed in her new leathers, walked through the bar as the terrified bar patrons fled in all directions. When she exited the bar, stepping over an unconscious biker, she got onto the back of the Harley motorcycle but before she could start the engine, she a heard a loud gunshot from behind her. Cameron turned to see a small squat woman with a M1887 lever action shotgun. " I can't let you take the girl's wheels, miss." She said, her voice quivering with fear. Cameron simply got off the bike, approached the woman and grabbed the shotgun from her hands. She held up her hands, Cameron noticed a pair of wrap-around shades in her vest pocket, she grabbed them flicking them open and put them over her eyes. The woman screamed and ran back into the bar. Cameron, got onto the bike, tucking the shotgun into the chassis, started it and revving the engine drove into the night. She had no more time to waste.
Outside Los Angeles, the Mojave Desert. 12:00am
Across the road from the Devils Outhouse bar, all seemed quiet, a tumble weed drifting past, a rattlesnake slivered across the desert sand. Suddenly, there was an electrical disturbance, the snake shot way in terror as a sphere appeared from nowhere in incinerating a nearby cactus tree, forming a small crater turning the desert sand to glass.. As the sphere faded, it revealed a petite naked human girl crouched with shoulder length brown hair.. However this was not a human female, but a T-950a infiltrator unit. She had the appearance of a young human female in her early twenties, with small but well rounded B-cup breasts with small rose petal pink areolas, a slim athletic figure, with a pert rounded arse and a small vulva crowned with a small trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. She had shallow cheekbones, with almond shaped brown eyes and a slightly squared face. As she rose, the T-950 ran a full diagnostic on her system. Curious, she was operating at only 99% functionality, there was a slight discrepancy in her memory banks. She decided to allocate some of her runtime to diagnose the problem, but she recalled that she answered to the name of Cameron, she decided to adopt the persona. When she finished, she listed her core mission directives:-
1. Acquire suitable clothing, transportation and weapons.
2. Ensure the survival of John Connor, Kathryn Brewster and additional resistance personnel
3. Ensure zero human civilian casualties
Frowning at the third directive, but compelled to follow it, Cameron walked across the road towards the bar scanning the motorcycles outside. She decided on the model "Harley Davidson." She entered the bar, in search of suitable clothing.
As she moved through the bar, drawing looks and whistles from men and other women, she scanned the females discounting many as inappropriate to mission purpose. She approached a group of 4 female bikers, standing next to a pool table. She scanned the leader, overlaying the mission parameters over her body, she came back a 100% match. As the woman turned around, Cameron appraised her, she was young and very attractive. The biker was wearing a black studded leather jacket, with the legend "Hell's Sirens" on the back, underwhich she wore a dark black zipped crop top, exposing her midriff and skull navel piercing, with a skull choker about her neck, with matching skull earrings. Her long legs covered by tight black leather pants held up by a studded leather belt, ending a pair of black knee length zippered riding boots. She had high cheekbones, with blue narrow eyes, and rounded face, her long hair dyed blue. When she saw Cameron, she laughed with her friends "Well hello nature girl. Aren't you sweet, you want to come for a ride with me." She asked Cameron suggestively, eyeing her breasts and hips. The terminator walked straight up to her. " Give me your clothes, your boots and your motorcycle." The biker girl laughed to her friends. " You will have to get me drunk first, honey." Losing patience, Cameron grabbed the woman by the throat. "What the fuck?!" Don't just stand there. Get her off me!" She shrieked. A biker to her left, hit Cameron with her pool cue causing her to drop the leader, she scampered away to hide in the ladies toilet. Cameron grabbed the woman by the scruff of her jacket, throwing her out of the bar's window. A second woman, had drawn a switchblade, she lunged at Cameron. In one quick motion, she dodged the clumsy stabs, disarming her opponent she smashed the woman's head into the pool table, pinning her to the table with own knife through the shoulder. A third had drew a M1911 pistol, firing quickly Cameron weaved around the shots like water, she grabbed the eight ball, flinging it at the woman's head. It hit her square in the head, bowling her over unconscious. The fourth held up her hands, and fled out of the bar. Cameron retrieved the pistol, taking two clips from the unconscious woman's belt. Now she walked into the ladies bathroom.
She found the leader cowering in one of the stalls, " P-Please just take it, just don't kill me." She tossed Cameron her bike keys, As the woman started to take off her jacket, Cameron grabbed her by the throat. " No, Allow me." She said, as she applied pressure to the woman's throat, cutting off blood supply to her brain and rending her unconscious. Cameron lowered the biker to the cubicle floor, kneeling beside her, the terminator began to strip the unconscious biker. She started by removing the bikers jewellery and accessories, even taking her navel piercing, she put them on. When she was finished, Cameron unzipped the riding boots pulling them off her small feet. She then hoistered the sleeping girl onto the toilet bowl, slipping off the jacket from her shoulders and unzipped the crop top, pulling it loose, exposing a pair of small but buoyant pair of B-cup breasts with medium circular pink areolas. Cameron slipped on the crop top around her chest, zippering it over her breasts. She then unbelted the bikers tight leather pants, working them off her hips, down her long legs and off her body. The only thing that protected the biker's modesty was a solid black G-string thong, Cameron peeled these off from between the bikers legs, slipping the skimpy undergarment over her vagina. The biker was now completely naked, her small clean shaven vulva exposed for all to see. Cameron finished getting dressed in the bikers clothes, when she was finished she closed the stall door, tucking the M1911 pistol in the back of her stolen pants. She then exited the bathroom.
Cameron now dressed in her new leathers, walked through the bar as the terrified bar patrons fled in all directions. When she exited the bar, stepping over an unconscious biker, she got onto the back of the Harley motorcycle but before she could start the engine, she a heard a loud gunshot from behind her. Cameron turned to see a small squat woman with a M1887 lever action shotgun. " I can't let you take the girl's wheels, miss." She said, her voice quivering with fear. Cameron simply got off the bike, approached the woman and grabbed the shotgun from her hands. She held up her hands, Cameron noticed a pair of wrap-around shades in her vest pocket, she grabbed them flicking them open and put them over her eyes. The woman screamed and ran back into the bar. Cameron, got onto the bike, tucking the shotgun into the chassis, started it and revving the engine drove into the night. She had no more time to waste.