Judgement Day

[Terminator]

Aug 29th 2021… 4 billion lives were wiped away in an instant. The one's that survived the cataclysmic event called it Judgement Day. They lived only to face a new nightmare. The war against the Infinite Empire. Fighting a losing battle, the resistance saw only one option. To terminate the Vanguard of the Empire before he could open the gates to the end. They were able to send a lone warrior through time. It was only a matter of if he could succeed or enlist help before it was too late...


Night had just fallen over the city. Sirens could be heard echoing throughout the truck yard. More arrivals were dropping into the world everyday. This night would be no different. An electrical storm began burning around several parked semi trucks. The heat from the storm began to melt away the metal of their back containers. At the center of the storm a ball began to form. It quickly grew in size until it looked to be able to hold a person. Just as quickly as the storm approached, it was gone in an instant. The only thing left in its wake was a large naked man that rose from what was the center of the storm.

He looked around his surroundings and saw a bar across from the truck yard. The first matter at hand for the new arrival was to acquire some clothes and a vehicle. The large man went across the street as stream of data came scrolling across his line of sight. Details about the cars he scanned came up, along with data on the motorcycles parked all along the entrance. One of these vehicles would suffice, but he needed to get some clothes first. The man walked up the steps and burst through the door of the bar. The patrons that night were expecting to have a good night, but the appearance of large man in nude was quite unexpected. All eyes were on him. For the men, their thoughts were 'Wish I had his confidence' or 'I thought streakers were supposed to run.' The women and one of the men stared in wonderment and lust at the perfect specimen before them. Most of them unable to hide their smiles.

The giant looked around the room as he scanned each patron to see which was a suitable fit. He eventually came upon what looked to be a biker gang at a pool table. He continued to scan each of them until finally he found the one with a size match for the outfit he needed. The biker stared down the naked man and wondered just what his deal was. The giant approached him and after the long awkward silence of moving around the bar, he finally spoke.

"I need your clothes, your boots, and your motorcycle."

The bar erupted in laughter at the man's demands. The biker took a drag off of his cigar and blew the smoke into the face of the naked man and retorted.

"You forgot to say please."

The biker started to put out his cigar on the nudist chest. He expected for him yell in pain, but nothing. All that was heard was the sizzling of flesh against the cherry ember. At was at this point the giant knew that he would have to take what he wanted by force. While the biker was still attempting to burn him, the giant grabbed his hand and started crushing it. His scream got the attention of his friends.

"Get him off of me! Get off of me!"

One of the other bikers came behind and attempted to hit him across the head with a pool stick. Unfortunately the only damage that was done was to the pool stick itself. On impact, it snapped in half. The giant, seeing the new threat, took his attacker and threw him out the window and into a car in the parking lot. Next he took the man he was still grabbing and launched him into the kitchen window and right on top of the still hot grill.

Another one of the biker's friends decided to jump in. This time with a large switchblade. The armed biker attempted to drive the blade into the attacker's gut, The knife wielding biker couldn't believe it when the blade could barely even pierce his flesh. It was like trying to stab an engine block. In no time at all the man was disarmed and slammed into the pool table followed by his own knife being jammed into his back. He cried in pain and yelled for someone to pull the blade out of his back. The other bikers not wanting a piece of the action ran off.

The naked man walked back into the kitchen where he found the biker he was attempting to rob on the ground. He started to crawl away from the giant man as he went for the handgun he had hidden. He might of been fast enough to get off a shot except his shaking hands prevented him. The giant swiped the gun from his hands before finally admitting defeat.

"Here! Take it!"

He threw his keys and clothes at the man. In no time at all the giant was dressed and ready to leave. He was completely covered in leather and ready to ride. As he walked down the steps to get on his new ride, the bartender came bursting through the door and fired off a warning shot with his shotgun before pointing it at the thief.

"Can't let you take the man's wheels son. Now get off before I put you down."

Upon hearing the new challenger, the now dressed thief turned around to look at him. He was holding a lever action shotgun and thought he could make use of that as well. He put down the kickstand and walked closer towards the armed bartender. His barrel never left the theif's direction. However quicker than they eye could see, he snatched the weapon out of the bartenders hands. With the tables turned, the bartender lifted his hands in defeat unable to say a word. Just when it looked the man was going to hurt the bartender, his hands went for the sunglasses in his pocket. He put them on and went back to his new bike. In no time at all he was gone.

As he rode through the night, he looked through the files being fed to him from his database. According to the files, Vilain would be at Razors Edge that night. This would be his chance to kill him before he knew what was going on. Vilain was always 10 steps ahead of everyone, but there's no way he'd expect someone from the future to come through and ruin his plans. The warrior from the future would change the coming Apocalypse at any cost. He may of sacrificed part of his humanity to become a Terminator, but Dutch would see his mission complete to ensure the world's survival and in turn, guarantee his daughter's future.

His map of the city was accurate with the records he had. While only a few blocks away, Dutch had stolen a long box of roses from a vendor at gunpoint. He needed to hide his shotgun and avoid giving away his intentions once at the club. After placing the roses upright on his saddlebag, he kept riding on. The loud rumble of the Harley Davidson echoed in the night until finally he reached Razors Edge.

[Jean Vilain]

Things had been surprisingly quiet ever since 'Gaia' killed the mayor and disappeared. While Jean hadn't a clue of where she had gone, the only thing that did matter was that the frame job he had pulled and pushed alot of people over to the registration act. His goals were becoming more clear now that part of his plan had been outed to the heroes. Thanks to their psychics, they had seen what awaited them. If the heroes and supers of the world could be taken out of the equation then it would make conquering the world easier. Not to mention sending them into concentration camps would allow for them to be ritualistically sacrificed to open the gates for his master.

Then again, if the registration act was passed and the supers rebelled against it, then they could kill off the weak humans in a war for supremacy. The bloodshed itself could allow for the Gate of Chaos to be opened and allow his master into the world as well. It would be a harder fight to gain control of the supers and mutants, but they would prove an excellent army once brought into control. Villain had truly enjoyed his time on the planet. It had been a long time since he had arrived on the planet and in that time he had sewn such chaos into the hearts of mankind. Though the end was coming more near than he had ever felt.

With the recall election in full swing, Vilain had been busy. Numerous politicians had been making use of Jean in order to capture their spots in the political theater. It was the usual business of assination, blackmail, and of course framing. Jean had invited a few of them out to Razors Edge that night at the VIP section to discuss business. The whole top floor was cleared out just for them. Jean was at the top of the table. He was dressed in his all black attire as usual. A glass of scotch and a cigarette rested in his hand. The other politicians had various other drinks and smokes.

"Thank you gentlemen for coming out tonight. You should all notice by tomorrow morning that your poll numbers should be much higher… However several of you are late on your payment to me. Since each of you hired me as a group, I can guarantee those numbers will drop instead if I don't receive my full amount."

"Mr Vilain nothing can drop our poll numbers at this point. Even you can't spread word that fast."

"Is that so…"

Vilain pulled out an audio recording of each of their conversations. It would be enough to get them thrown in jail.

"How did you get that?! We searched you before discussing our deal!"

"My payment…"

Several not them looked nervous over what Vilain had shown them, but a deal was a deal and Jean wouldn't tolerate anyone going back on one. While he needed these politicians in office, he would not let them think for one second that they were superior to him. His will was absolute and sometimes those below him needed to be reminded of that. Respect needed to be taught. The man closest to Vilain pulled an envelope from a briefcase under their table.

“That’s everything we have on him. He only recently arrived a few weeks ago like you saw. Why the interest in him?”

Jean looked over the file before leaving it on the table.

“It’s not your concern. If our business is concluded then why don’t you all relax.”

Jean stood up from his chair and walked over to the balcony of the VIP section. He looked down at the crowd before calling up several women up to his section. They quickly ran up the stairs to join them. They couldn’t resist the lure of free alcohol and being able to party in a luxurious part of the club. If anything he could also use their sex appeal to further blackmail the politicians that night should he require their assitance once again. He smiled slightly as he took another drag off his cigarette and sip from his scotch.

[Terminator]

As Dutch parked his motorcycle infront of the Razor's Edge, some pedestrians that didn’t look too friendly came to take a closer look at the beautiful Harley in their midst. One of them looked like a human hamper with their pants sagging enough to show their boxers.

“Nice wheels you got there. What's your name there friend?”

Dutch opened his jacket slightly to expose his handgun before taking the box of ‘roses’ off his saddlebag.

“My name is Dutch Mauser… and I love my bike.”

The man got slightly wide eyed upon seeing the mans side arm and he could of sworn that he saw some kind of rifle or shotgun inside the box of roses.

“Hey man its cool. I’ll make sure no one touches it.”

As Dutch walked past the man, rather than go through the front entrance of the club, he took the back entrance. He walked around the alley to avoid being searched by front security. He could have easily gone through them, but he didn’t want to alert Vilain to his coming presence. Upon reaching the back door, Dutch simply twisted the locked door and broke open the door. He was in. The back parts of the club weren’t as nice as the part the patrons were supposed to be at, but then again, it was a spot that wasn’t supposed to be seen. As he walked through the hall, a woman who worked at the club as a go go dancer saw him.

“Damn honey. You’re a big one. You must be the new security guard.”

“Yes I’m supposed to be guarding scumbags tonight.”

“Oh those politicians. Yeah they’re over in the VIP. Just head up the stairs. At least they won’t get grabby with you. They really are scumbags.”

“Personally I like scumbags. They pay good for protection.”

It was almost too easy. Dutch walked into the lower part of the club and made his way toward the stairs that lead up to the VIP. He scanned the room until he finally saw Vilain standing at the balcony of the second floor. He made his way up the stairs. His scanners were dead set on Vilain. This was it. The future would change tonight. As he got closer to the balcony, he threw the box of roses in the air to expose his lever action shotgun. One of the women in the way of his shot started screaming.

“Get Down!”

She ducked out of the way and began blasting Vilain with shot after shot of his shotgun. The loud boom echoed in the club as people began running out. The loud intimidating sounds were enough to clear the room. Dutch emptied all his rounds into Vilain.

[Jean Vilain]

As Vilain was enjoying his drink, one of the women he invited up came over to him to strike up a conversation. It was a natural response. He knew he was good looking and it couldn’t be avoided. Though it wasn’t entirely a chore. Vilain sometimes enjoyed himself more than what was required. Though that wouldn’t be the case for tonight. He saw what appeared to be one of the bouncers coming into the VIP. He wondered what he was carrying, but mostly thought he was there to get the woman that was talking to him to leave him alone. Jean attempted to wave him away and let him know it was alright. Then something unexpected happened. The man had thrown the box aside and low and behold a shotgun came flying out. He wasn’t expecting this at all. He hadn’t received word that any heroes were coming there that night. Not that any of them would have known he was there that night, but how then.

For the first time in a long time he was completely genuinely surprised. The woman he had been talking to ducked out of the way as Jean received buckshot after buckshot after buckshot until finally he was thrown off the balcony and onto the ground below. This stranger got him. He actually got him. People were running out of the club upon hearing the gunshots. It was an impressive assassination… an impressive assassinatin attempt… Vilain simply laid on the floor to play dead. It was very rare for someone to get the jump on him. However his attacker made one fatal mistake. He attacked him at night.

[Terminator]

Dutch walked back down the stairs while reloading his shotgun. While he didn't think there was much of a chance Vilain survived eight buckshots to the chest, there was no point in not checking. Mostly everyone was gone. The company Vilain had with him was already out the door and gone. By the time Dutch made it to the body he was fully reloaded. He looked down on Vilain's body. Was his mission really complete? Had the future changed for good. There was only one way to be sure the job was done. Dutch raised the shotgun back up and prepared to blow Vilain's head clean off.

"You are terminated."

[Jean Vilain]

Just as the shotgun blast was about to go off, Jean's leg came up from the ground kicked the weapon out of his assailant's hands. Vilain quickly jumped back to his feet and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the attacker's head. Using his own shadow to power the momentum and striking force, he sent lumbering man away from him and through the wall across from them.

"Impressive. You might of killed me too except…"

A dark black and purplish glow slowly became visible around Jean.

"I'm a lot stronger at night. Guess whoever sent you neglected to mention that, but if it's any consolation… that really hurt."

[Terminator]

It was about to be over, until it wasn't. Even with all of his upgrades, Dutch could barely react in time to lift his arms up to block. He thought he'd be able to counter the kick as it made impact, but the force behind it was too strong to stop. The kick sent the cyborg flying across the room into the wall. The concrete collapsed in on him. Even with debris falling on him, he could still hear Vilain’s taunting. There were no records of him being at his strongest at night. It must have been something he had kept hidden for very obvious reasoning. It was too late now to turn back. Dutch might not get another chance at killing Vilain. He needed to finish his mission. Using his enhanced strength, the Terminator threw the rubble off of himself. Some of the metal under his skin was exposed from the small scratches on his face. As he charged the man in black, Dutch picked up a piece of metal sticking out of the ground from the debris. At the end of the rod hung more concrete. When Dutch got in close enough he smashed the concrete into Vilain and followed up by lifting him slightly off the ground. He ran the shadowmancer into several walls and creating more doorways in the club.

[Jean Vilain]

As Jean’s attacker erupted from the concrete debris, he noticed some small bits of metal glimmering in the light on his face. His attacker was a cyborg, but not just any cyborg. VIlain knew right away what his attacker was, but it was impossible. His sources had indicated the Terminator project wouldn’t be finished for years and yet here one was standing right before him. Vilain prided himself in having his hands in everyone’s cookie jar and yet something managed to slip by him. Cyberdyne Systems had created a magnificent specimen of combat right under his nose. He smirked at the chance to test the battle ability of the unit in front of him. Vilain raised his hand up and waved the Terminator to come and attack. For something that had to weigh around four or five hundred pounds, he moved quickly. He raised his forearm up and surrounded it in materialized shadows. Just looking at the darkness that swirled around his arm was hard to comprehend. It was an aura and yet it was armor or maybe it was some kind of dark plasma. Words couldn’t describe it, but whatever it was, the darkness was able to take the brunt of the impact. The force of the blow forced Jean’s feet deep into the ground.

“Impressive.”

What was this? Hand to hand combat. No. The machine wasn’t just trying to fight Vilain. He wanted to overpower and break him. The strength of the cyborg was a sight to behold as it smashed Vilain around the club and right through several walls around them. The aura around Vilain acted as a barrier to most of the damage, but it was time to demonstrate the elegance of martial arts vs the cyborg’s less sophisticated brute strength. Jean broke through the grip of the machine and quickly started pummeling it. The speed of light was always greatly overrated. Light had to travel and traveling took time. No matter how instantaneous light seemed, there was always a travel time, but not for darkness. Darkness was absolute. Darkness needed no travel time. It was always there. Always ready to consume the light. It was complete instantaneous movement. In no time at all, several jabs and crosses had been delivered to cyborgs chest, several roundhouse kicks to the head, an elbow to the back of the neck, two downward sidekicks to the knees, a punch into spine. Darkness was everywhere and the light before it was now on the ground.

“Over so soon? I want my money’s worth!”

[Terminator]

Dutch couldn’t even register the speed at which he was being hit. It was like he was being attacked from every direction all at once and simultaneously. Nothing could be that fast. It was impossible and yet the speed that was demonstrated was real. Before he could even mount a counter attack, the cyborg was on the ground. If he had been human, those punches would have killed him. His endoskeleton was really a work of art. Dutch slowly got up from the ground. His vision received some slight static from all of the impacts. The image resharpened as he set his scanners back on Vilain.

"You hit like a vegetarian."

Dutch could hear sirens coming and they were close. He'd have one shot at a big impact. He ran at Vilain again with full force and slammed him through the thick concrete wall and far enough out into the street where a fire truck happened to be speeding by. Upon being hit by Vilain. The fire truck would tip over. Dutch picked up his shotgun from the ground and ran outside in time to see the firemen running out of truck. With it all clear. He aimed his shotgun at the gas tank blowing the truck with Vilain still inside it.

[Jean Vilain]

The cyborg could really take a beating. That was ok though. It had been awhile since Jean had gotten a decent fight in. Even his little quip got Vilain excited for the challenge. Though he was disappointed to see the Terminator using the same tactic of brute strength once again. Looks like he hadn't learned his lesson yet that Vilain was just too strong for it to work. Now with emergency services on its way, the fight would be cut short. He couldn't let the authorities see him. He notices this time the cyborg put more force in his shove to push him outside. Then it hit Vilain, literally. One of the emergency response vehicles hit him dead on. Clever timing. The sound of shotgun blasts was enough warning Vilain needed to jump into the shadows to escape the explosion.

Vilain reappeared on top of the building across from Razors Edge in time to see several law enforcement vehicles in front of the Terminator. There were 8 in total with 2 officers inside each car. They hid behind their doors with their pistols aimed at the machine. He was curious to see if he would shoot his way out of the situation. How far was the cyborg willing to go to kill him? Would he kill the officers just to get them out of his way?

[Terminator]

The Terminator was being faced down by numerous law enforcement officers. One of them was on a speaker phone.

"Put your weapon down and lay down on the ground! Do it or we will open fire!"

There were too many of them for him to fight. He could fight, but there was no way to do so without killing them. While his primary mission was the termination of Jean Vilain, his parameters of the mission dictated him not to kill anyone unnecessarily. There was no telling what kind of effect it would have on the future. Not to mention these men were just doing their jobs. He would have to find another way to get away from the police and continue his pursuit. Dutch set his weapon down and complied with their instructions of getting down.

[Jean Vilain]

Vilain continued to watch as they attempted their arrest of the Terminator. He now knew there was a limit to how far the cyborg would go to complete his mission. If he was just a machine then whoever sent him after Jean had given him orders not to kill anyone else. Another scenario was if he was unwilling to kill humans then it meant that he was still partly human and this an incomplete prototype. The program Vilain knew about was the volunteer program that took humans to turn into prototype Terminators. AIs were still something Cyberdyne was having trouble creating and so used the human brain as a replacement.

The AIs had to be too far ahead for them to of completed so soon. He was already surprised enough to see a working prototype. It didn't matter though. He didn't know what kind of information the cyborg had on him and therefore the Terminator needed to be terminated itself. He moved into the shadows and reappeared by one of the police cars. This time he was disguised as an officer. He entered the patrol car and prepared to follow after the others.

[Terminator]

Once cuffed, the police were having trouble lifting him. They made comments about how he weighed a ton. They yanked one more time before he helped them by lifting himself. As he got off the ground, he could see Vilain reappearing from the shadows. The officers probably didn't see him since it was dark, but with Dutch's vision, he could easily see the shapeshifter turning into an officer. Now he couldn't risk being arrested with Vilain about to follow him. He would need to reassess the situation and retreat for now. Since he seemed to be detained, the other officers started to set up a perimeter to begin their investigation of what had happened.

With so many eyes off of him, he would have a few seconds to escape before all eyes were back on him. Any longer than that and he might have to kill some of them. On the walk over, one of the officers spoke to the cyborg.

"Hope you got a lawyer pal. You're gonna need one."

Dutch quickly retorted.

"Wrong."

As they started pulling him to the patrol car, Dutch broke the hand cuffs and quickly hit the officers across the head to knock them out. He made a run for his motorcycle while picking up his shotgun on the way over. It didn't take long for the other officers to see him making a break for it. They quickly opened fire on him. Several rounds struck the Terminator in the back, but it wasn't anything that could slow him down. They'd need something bigger than 9mm to slow him down.

In no time at all, Dutch was on his bike and gone. The officers quickly ran back to their cars to begin their pursuit. There was no doubt that Vilain would be in the chase.

[Jean Vilain]

A game of cat and mouse. This was going to be a fun night. Vilain turned the lights and siren on his patrol car. He smiled and quietly spoke to himself.

"To protect and serve…"

Vilain sped off with either the other patrol cars. Sirens rang out through the night. He was eager to catch his prey. He didn’t like being left out of the loop. Not to mention the fact that this machine had dared to attack him without having prior knowledge that it was going to happen was insulting and exhilarating all at the same time. Once he had his hands on the Terminator, Vilain would rip the knowledge from the cyborg’s chip and find out everything it knew on him. Jean got on the radio and altered his voice as he pursuited the Terminator.

“Suspect is armed. I repeat suspect is armed. Knock him off the bike if you get the chance.”

As they raced down the street, two patrol cars got side by side the Terminator’s bike. Both vehicles attempted to crush the cyborg or knock him off by ramming their vehicles into it. How would the machine escape being sandwiched in.