05-27-2016, 06:12 PM
After eyeing a brief computer terminal nearby on tier one, Marcus finished typing his message and pulled the buttoned green trenchcoat up on his shoulders that held the “Human Resistance” logo on it. At this point, should he even think of calling himself that? Of course he would. Blair, Kyle and Star wouldn’t see him any other way.
The long trenchcoat hid a gun he had summoned earlier. He narrowed his eyes at the multitude of cameras this place seemed to hide. It was a scary feeling. So not only was a twisted virus thinking of following him, now technological camera followed his every move.
He’d have to be extra careful here around these white, plastic armored soldiers of this world.
He’d love to have some company around here, it was… too quiet.. Yet creepily occupied. The wind seemed to pick up and blew his coat in an equally dramatic fashion.
He walked past several of the higher end restaurants he didn’t care about or even want to eat at because cyborg terminators didn’t have to eat, feel pity OR pain.. Well in this case.. But nobody needed to know that.
The mere presence of stormtroopers around Tier 1 creeped him out. They flew above his head, they walked past him in squads… they even occasionally eyed him every so often.
A stormtrooper dropped his communication device on the ground as he moved along the glass-like highway.
But Marcus eyed the communications device and it made a speaker voice flashing in and out, trying to get someone’s attention..
“SR-321, Can you read me? Psh… what.. Speak up.. I’m.. losin’ you..
The voice is heard crackling and the familiar voice of a “loving voice”.
Skynet always went for it’s pawns in the softest, friendliest voice possible just to remind them of their place.
“Marcus…
Pshh.. Can you hear.-- Hello.. Marcus..
The com kept trying to switch channels between the twisted Skynet and SR-321.
The long trenchcoat hid a gun he had summoned earlier. He narrowed his eyes at the multitude of cameras this place seemed to hide. It was a scary feeling. So not only was a twisted virus thinking of following him, now technological camera followed his every move.
He’d have to be extra careful here around these white, plastic armored soldiers of this world.
He’d love to have some company around here, it was… too quiet.. Yet creepily occupied. The wind seemed to pick up and blew his coat in an equally dramatic fashion.
He walked past several of the higher end restaurants he didn’t care about or even want to eat at because cyborg terminators didn’t have to eat, feel pity OR pain.. Well in this case.. But nobody needed to know that.
The mere presence of stormtroopers around Tier 1 creeped him out. They flew above his head, they walked past him in squads… they even occasionally eyed him every so often.
A stormtrooper dropped his communication device on the ground as he moved along the glass-like highway.
But Marcus eyed the communications device and it made a speaker voice flashing in and out, trying to get someone’s attention..
“SR-321, Can you read me? Psh… what.. Speak up.. I’m.. losin’ you..
The voice is heard crackling and the familiar voice of a “loving voice”.
Skynet always went for it’s pawns in the softest, friendliest voice possible just to remind them of their place.
“Marcus…
Pshh.. Can you hear.-- Hello.. Marcus..
The com kept trying to switch channels between the twisted Skynet and SR-321.
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