Terminator: Realities

FNG (f****** new guy)

Night had fallen. In a ruined building, abandoned and blown out by the fiery nuclear blast, electricity crackled throughout the room. After a moment, four cold, colorful spheres suddenly appeared. The spheres resembled rotating marbles for a second before just as quickly disappearing as fast as they had appeared.

Standing in the sphere's place were four individuals, two females and two males. They were fully clothed, dressed like any other Resistance member, and two appeared to be carrying the standard plasma rifle. Without a doubt, each of them appeared like they could be a spokesperson for the IFBB. The females, slimmer than the average bodybuilder with beauty to rival any top model, and the males were akin to Mr. Olympia.

They immediately scattered around, each taking cover against a wall in opposite directions to look for any threat.

"Does anyone see anything?" A male asked.

A female peeking over the edge used her eyes to spy a distant group of survivors trekking along. Her eyes were able to distinguish that it was a trio of humans scavaging through the wreck of a building, highlighting them as blue.

"Just some humans." She said.

The other male looked over the edge and spotted five individuals snaking their way around some ruins. His eyes, like the female's, could also distinguish the humans, highlighting four of them blue. The fifth lit up in a red highlight.

"One-four, I got one." He said.

One-four, or one of four, was the designation of the other male. A Caucasian with blue eyes, crew cut, dark hair, and over six feet tall. He leaned up against the same wall as his partner to look for himself.

All of them had these weird names. Since only four of them had gone on this particular mission 'four' was the highest number any of them could go by. Two-four was a dark-colored woman with short, dark hair and eyes. Three-four was a dark-colored male. There was no hair on his head but he did have a dark soul patch as well as blue eyes. He was now sitting across One-four as he looked on with him. Four-four was the Caucasian woman who'd spotted the trio of humans. She had shoulder-length, blonde hair tied in a ponytail and green eyes.

One-four watched as the survivor hunkered down in a ditch not far from their location. "I got them," he said. "Let's move out."

All four roadie ran to a spot near the survivors. It was a mound created by the debris of the war. They picked a spot that was about a block away from the ditch, huddling together back to back to check for any threat, before normally convening.

"Four-four," One-four called, "Do you have the neural remapper?"

Four-four reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a flashlight to hand over.

"I'll go get him," One-four said. "You all wait here till I get back."

One-four took the neural remapper and left to join the survivors in the ditch moments later.

Aside from the four humans, there was something else with the familiar face of William Candy, a Terminator, T-800 on an infiltration mission. In One-four's eyes, he lit up clearly with a red highlight as the others showed a blue highlight. All of them were sitting crouched and wrapped in blankets against a wall.

"Welcome," a survivor said. "My name's Roache. We've been looking for you. Surely, your base must be nearby for you to be out here."

One-four sat next to the T-800, making himself an easy would-be target.

The T-800 looked at him suspiciously. With its own advanced eyes, it could read One-four's body heat like that of a regular human. The head however was giving off an unusual amount of heat.