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[prototype_infiltraitor]

. . . . .


[staring soullessly with a look that could kill]

You haven't got what it takes.

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[shelbycobra]

[Ahaha, I have no idea what my muse would say to this, but I just wanted to say you are awesome and this is a fantastic idea.]

[prototype_infiltraitor]

My player does not inspire awe.

Don't encourage this.

My allegiance to Skynet is absolute.

[shelbycobra]

Don't look at me for help.

I'm an entire byproduct of her squealing love for mechanical things.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

Both players are wasting their time. And now, mine.

[shelbycobra]

Go find something to do with yourself.

I bought a house and I'm decorating. You can go...poke people or something.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

I'm going to find John Connor.



.......have you seen him?

[shelbycobra]

I have not.

Though there are some canonmates of yours around here somewhere. And I mean the good ones, not that crappy third movie my mun refuses to talk about.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

Third movie? Strange; I have a complete set of files.


There wasn't a third movie.

[shelbycobra]

Of course not.

This is so freaking surreal.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

Thanks for your cooperation, ma'am.

If you see John Connor, please let me know.

[shelbycobra]

Of course.

If you ever stop trying to, you know, end humanity, say hello.

[illbeback]

I do not think it would take much.

now now, T1000, play nice with the other terminators

[prototype_infiltraitor]

More than you.

[terminatefate]

I do.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

I will find John. Do the smart thing.

[terminatefate]

I got news for you, motherfucker. You keep on coming and I will end you every time.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

With what, a lesser Terminator?

There's no reason that you have to die, Sarah.

[terminatefate]

[She smiles and lights a cigarette.]

Yeah, that's right with a lesser Terminator and a good old fashioned can of Cream of Terminated soup. [She folds her arms, giving him the same look he'd been dishing out.] You're right, there's no reason at all. But that's not because I hand my son to you.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

All you have to do is stand aside.

[terminatefate]

[Sarah blows smoke at him.]

I got one answer for you and it'll always be the same. No.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

[dramatic violencetimes ensue]

[terminatefate]

[Just like old times~ Bullets, liquid nitrogen, fire...grenades, more bullets.]

[prototype_infiltraitor]

[The T-1000 lights up a cigarette as well, asking if it was also good for her]

PFFFFF, get out

[terminatefate]

[prototype_infiltraitor]

You know you can't win, Sarah. Call to John.

[terminatefate]

Getting a real strong case of déjà vu here, metal-pants. Think we've had this same bullshit discussion before. You know my answer.

[hforhologram]

Sorry? I didn't catch that.

[Rimmer, don't antagonize the metal killing machine.]

I'll have you know I'm in sole command of the Jupiter Mining Ship Red Dwarf and no officer pretending to be in charge is going to tell me otherwise.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

[The Terminator calmly extends his shiny, spike-like index finger toward Rimmer's eyes.]

[hforhologram]

.....on the other hand, you do have a very good point.

[Gulp.]

Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot. Tell me again how I don't cut it because I'm inclined to agree with you this time.

[prototype_infiltraitor]

[A very good, very sharp point.]

Tell me about the Jupiter Mining Ship Red Dwarf.

[hforhologram]

Uh...


[Good start, Rimmer.]

Um, what about it? Exactly? Because if you're going to use force, just be warned I am fully prepared to tell you absolutely everything.

[Rimmer skips the fighting and goes right to the surrender.]

[prototype_infiltraitor]

[An evil cant of the head as the spike gets too close for comfort to those precious, human eyes. Commence the talkage, Rimmer...]

[hforhologram]

[Technically, the spike couldn't hurt him, he was after all just a hologram. But Rimmer was first and foremost a coward. Talk just spills out of him as fast as it can.]

Okayokayokay, yes fine, okay. I get it. Red Dwarf is a mining class ship, it's three million light years away from Earth and piloted by an idiot of a computer system and a slob of a human being survivor named Lister. Oh, and Cat who thinks he's a better looking James Brown. Honestly I'm nobody, I'm dead already, I'm on your side...

[Anything to keep from getting destroyed.]

[prototype_infiltraitor]

[The T-1000 does not actually enjoy or dislike harming people. The shortest route to his goal can easily be a threat of violence that may or may not even truly represent danger. He is, however, very willing to make other machines...nonoperational, if required.]

Did the cat Pay the Cost to be the Boss?

You captain this ship?

[hforhologram]

Well....sort of.

[Okay, that was not an answer, he backtracks.]

Second Technician Arnold J. Rimmer. I outrank Lister and since he's the last human left on board....