Terminator: Rise Against The Machine!

[CSM-T-101]

In this story you can be Human, Tech-Com, or Terminator, Skynet,. You can be any model of Terminator except the ones that are giants, like hunter killers ect,. You and a group can steal or drive one of these though, minimum of three players needed to pilot, gun and bomber. The humans have jeeps which only require one player to drive.

The setting is 2020, war torn L.A in the mist of never ending man against machine. There is a human base and the base of the terminators. The standard foot soldier carrys with them: Full automatic machine gun AK-47 or M16, optional side arm of Desert Eagle or Sawed of Shot-Gun, Two Hand grenades, plasma cuts down speed of any Terminator and Short range motion tracker.

Terminators carry, depending on the unit of course,: Standard T-800 carrys: Plasma Rifle and Two concusion grenades that slow human speed and/or criple them. T-700 carrys: Light machine gun with basic armour percing rounds and three frag mines. T-600 carrys: A arm mounted minigun and Grenade launcher with limited range. T-900 carrys: Two Light machine hand guns with medium armour piercing rounds and three flash bang grenades.

For humans you can make your own class if need be, like you could be a "Sniper". Only if the class is with reason, example of unreasonable class. "Im a Super soldier with two RPG's and unlimited rounds and have ten jeeps". Just keep it beleiveable please.

For Terminators you can make up a model and/or add reasonable weaponry. Also if you want to be more powerfull you can: One, Play for a while and PM me or Two, Make a few kills and then PM me. There is no real story line lets just see how it plays out. Almost forgot add your profile to the list and as a Terminator you have a chip that grants you free will to match the humans natural instincts..... to a degree. Enjoy....

[CSM-T-101]

The T-600 walked across the battle field searching and scanning for any form of Skynet ground forces. There were no signs of movement on the southern perimeter, the damaged rubber skin of the battle hardened cyborg blew in the wind. It's piercing red eyes scanned the waste lands, it found no trace of the enemy... it's very own race. The cyborg retreated back into the base, with a form of sadness having had it's chance to kill taken away from it, and sealed the outer doors to the base. They grinded and the gears set into motion the safeguard of the human resistance.

The machine moved deeper into the base, the guard dogs barked loudly at the machine with trained precision. The machine proceeded unfazed by the animals resent towards it. The machine entered the science labs were it had it's weapons removed and was confined to it's holding tank and powered down......

[LoneWolf]

The "male" T-X moved solemnly through the deserted streets of L.A. The disguised Terminator stood roughly six-foot 5, at 370 lbs."Swiftbullet" had changed its mimetec polyalloy to the form of a dishoveled,decripit, and frail old man. In this case, looks were very decieving, as Swiftbullet could easily crush a humans spine between his forefinger and thumb.

After stealthily entering the territory of Lucifer's Herald, a gang of human low-life's, he realized things were going to get interesting. He loathed humans, if you could call it hate (it was proccessed into his CPU), but of all humans, he hated those who hadn't the honor to fight Skynet. He thought those who groveled in the shadows and tried to evade Skynet were the nuisance, not the Resistance.

It was his job to purge Los Angeles of all of its civilians and gangs. Skynet figured it would be best to use a unit that could be anybody at a single time. That's what Skynet has programmed him to do, and Swiftbullet will do anything to achieve it.

Swiftbullet had known he'd officially crossed into Lucifers Herald territory when he past now-obsolete T-70 model, placed vertically on a gigantic metal pike. In front of the aged T-70 was a warning to human and robot alike. A circular light-blue reticule on the T-X's hud circled the sign. Next, his screen magnified around the targeted area, causing the sign to appear with more clarity. It read in a human dialect: You now tresspass on the territory of Lucifer's Heralds. Go back now.

T-X0197 blinked stoically, obviously unafraid of the threat, and was about to move forward when a loud creaking noise caused him to stop. The form of an old man scanned the area, a look that held no fear, to find that the head of the rusting T-70 had fell forward, now looking blankly at the ground.

That is when his audio recievers picked up vibrations in the ground. 0197 quickly counted a total of 7 pairs of feet merging on his position. They were coming. He was ready.

[thapunkpred15]

Stomping across the worn and torn streets of L.A. Was T-800. Weilding his plasma rifle which was fully loaded in his right hand. So much angst resided in him. This robot dwelled too much on the past and made him so ruthless than he ever was before. Looking around encounter the sight of destroyed buildings.

Humans couldn't live in these poor conditions. All this warfare against machines. What can withstand this apocalyptic terror?
T-800 cautiously continued walking.

Crying. Aching.

A human man was lying on the ground. He looked like one of the scumbags that tried to neutralize T-800 a few hours ago. Although sympathy wasn't ready nor was it close enough to spark into the circuits of this machine. T-800 approached the handicapped stranger. Only to remeber it was a tech-soldier.

"Please, Leave me be. Leave me alone. Get away from me!" the man cried out in despair.

T-800 eyes glowed. Looking straight down at the man. Seeming emotionless at the time. He slowly raised his plasma rifle and kept eye contact with the sufferer. The soldier had no chance of defending himself at all. Sadly, his Ak-47 was lying next to him, but it was beyond repair.

The cyborg was in silence while the man looked up at his "Metallic god". Tempted to pull the trigger.

"You end this right now. Take it all away. My severed spine." The man shouted in pain and angst.

T-800 pulled the trigger. Bam. Blowing the guys head clean off. Leaving the carcass lifeless and left to putrify. Deed is done. T-800 slowly walked away. While the vultures made a pit stop to feast on the headless cadaver.

[LoneWolf]

The T-X could form whatever 'skin' he wanted. all he had to do was scan the desirable victim that matched his requisites. He'd scanned one of a seemingly decrepit, disheveled, unshaven old man.

The gangsters moved in, carrying an array of handgun's and rifles. Swiftbullet scanned each of them, until he found who he was looking for: Robert, James A. James was the leader of the Lucifer's Herald gang. And for that he will die. But James A. Robert didn't know that. To the human, the T-X looked like a frail aging man.

James was about six feet tall, with short curly brown hair. He was adorned with ragged, torn clothes, and held a smudgy SPAS-12 shotgun. The barrel of the Italian-made shotgun was aimed right at Swiftbullets head.

"Whaddya doin here old man?" one of the gangsters said, leveling his 9mm at the camoflauged terminater. In respones, Swiftbullet replayed an audio recording he'd captured just before slaughtering this victim, and scanning him to look just like him.

"Please don't hurt me!" Swiftbullet cut the recording short.

"Its too late for that." One of the marauders threatened, before leveling his AK-47, and pulling the trigger. The primitive mettalic rounds simply bounced of the T-X. Before anyone could respond, the synthetic flesh rolled back from his right arm, to reveal a three-pronged weapon.

James rapidly squeezed the trigger of his twelve-gauge, until he'd expended every shell in the weapon. the T-X took the shots, not worried enough to try to dodge it, but instead, charged, and then unleashed a large orb of plasma from his plasma cannon. The globule of energy struck James, and blew him off his feet.

Mission Accomplished