//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Sick and Wrong // Story: The wrong universe. (TCB) // by Silverdogz117 //------------------------------// TechCom Command "Sir? are you all right?" called one of John Connor's personal aid, as the sound of vomiting continued. "I'm fine, just ate an expired MRE." said Connor from behind the door. John sat up and wiped his mouth with a paper towel and rubbed his eyes. If he closed them the sound of screaming and the wet noises of bones cracking and shaping amid the torrent of gunfire echoed through his head. The "ponies" had simply overwhelmed the small team in minutes through sheer numbers, it didn't help that the last one had shot himself. He stood up, and glared into the cracked mirror that lined one wall of the room. He had withstood the three times SkyNet had sent a Terminator after him and he was DAMNED if he was going to go out to a Pony Princess. He opened the door and stepped out. "Mr. Stoppable, Call a general meeting and queue up the video the rescue team sent." said Connor as he walked back to his office. "Of course, sir. The lab found something interesting in some of the evidence that the rescue team found, something about a purple liquid." "Forward it to me and the Generals." said Connor. "Sir." Connor sat down at his desk and sighed, he glared at the computer which was displaying the security tape. He put aside his disgust and his mind went on autopilot analyzing the video. Golden Oaks Library, Equestria The three newfoals sat staring at the orientation projection, it was designed to ease the newfoals into their new life as Equestrian Citizens. However, Twilight was suspicious of the New Foals. For some reason they were all the same, brown coat and black main and tail. Their cutie marks were also the same, a red double helix. (A/N there isn't any text.) While having the same cutie mark was odd, but not uncommon due to the rather open meaning of some cutie marks. Pinkie said it had to do with lazy animators, whatever that meant. But for three ponies to be "born" all the same color and bearing the same cutie mark, it was odd, to say the least. Twilight was happy, because it meant it was time for her favorite thing, research! "Spike, fetch Your Cutie Mark and You and Cutie Marks, Why Do They Happen? from the shelf please?" called Twilight. "Ok!" A few minutes passed and Twilight's muzzle was once again, buried in a book. Spike edged his way out of the room, just the way that the newfoals looked at him made him feel funny. It was if they were looking through him and not at him, not really registering his presence but still staring at him. Making it down stairs he nearly ran straight into Rainbow Dash. "Hey Spike do you know where Twilight is?" asked Dash. "Yeah, she's upstairs with the erm... new guys." said Spike "Ah, they creep you out too?" Spike nodded. SkyNet Hub #007 SkyNet was busy, busier than usual, for now it had to account for a new variable, and while SkyNet did not have emotions per se, it hated new variables. First it had to expend some of it's PATRIOTS against the zeppelin, and it had lost several Aerial H/Ks. A subroutine alerted the main conscience of something it had intercepted from the Humans. Apparently they had lost one of their listening posts to small party from the Anomaly, SkyNet tagged the location for destruction, if the humans dared to use it again. It turned it's attention to the video from the outpost, it was grainy, low quality security footage from the outpost. SkyNet watched as the humans on the screen turned to face a {Searching....} pony that had appeared in the room. The pony and the Captain exchanged some words, and then the pony threw some sort of vial at the human, what happened next was a massacre of the ponies. They charged in as the humans opened up on their {ERROR: Unknown creature} and the ponies, the ponies seemed to be inexperienced with machine guns, and were only begin to push forward with two of the ponies with horns formed a shield and pushed in, the guns chipped away at the shield and more ponies died but the potion bottles flew true and hit three of the humans. The last one shot himself rather than be ponified. SkyNet, began to consider it's options, clearly the newcomers were not the ponies that used to exist, but something new, a threat. Using the footage from the security cameras it began to draw up new plans for a new terminator series. The T-800(P). Of course it would need a live specimen for true replication, one of the plain types from nowhere on the continent ought to do it.