The Battle of London


John Connor verses a Terminator

The Battle Of London


London, England
Skynet Central Node 7
Thursday, November 18, 2027


"I firmly believe that any man's finest hour -- his greatest fulfillment to all he holds dear is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle -- victorious." -Vince Lombardi

"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena: whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood: who strives valiantly: who errs and comes short again and again: who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in worthy cause: who, at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievements: and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." -Theodore Roosevelt



Forty eight hours before, allies in the UK have found a major Skynet node. It was the most massive and advanced hardware terminal system ever discovered.

Skynet was huge. It was such a massive system of information and processing ability that it could no longer exist, simply in one system. Further, it needed several points all satellite connected, to continue working in its current form.

That was Skynet's weakness. That was what John Connor had taught humanity to attack. The war had gone into a full offensive this fall.

In October, the Chinese had struck the first major blow, launching a series of newly built satellite killing missiles that weakened Skynet's processing and retreat capacity. Once Skynet's retreat was hampered, phase two of the worldwide offensive had begun.

The Los Angeles and SAC-NORAD nodes were the next to go. John had known, from notes passed to himself through time, that this is where the war had ended in earlier timelines. In this timeline; however, Skynet was more prepared.

Skynet had more points of retreat. In return, John had more troops. Skynet nodes had been downed globally in Russia, Australia, France, Germany, Egypt, China and Saudi Arabia.

Told like this, it sounded as if humanity was winning without effort. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Skynet wasn't simply losing or rolling over. Casualty reports were as high as fifty percent where humanity won. They were a total wipe out where humanity lost.

Other Skynet nodes and key facilities had escaped detection. The brutal war continued.

Forty eight hours ago, Major General Perry had gotten word, that the 121st of the United Kingdom, had been crazy enough to actively search the radioactive wastes of London. London, like the other capitals of the world, had been targeted by Skynet with the dirtiest ballistic missiles in its inventory. They weren't areas that would be completely settled again for generations.

It was deep in the bowls of this wasteland that Skynet had hid a giant computer node. It made a strange kind of sense. The area was radioactive so it would avoid most human eyes, even if it hadn't been potentially lethal from the environment alone, it was a classically defendable area. John had talked about the strategic value of it all. England was a naturally defensible area having been able to hold off invasion during World War two and for hundreds of years before.

Perry and Cameron had argued against John going. They lost like always.

Forty six hours later: Cameron, John, Major General Perry, and a thousand members of the 132nd touched down to aid their brothers and sisters in England. For many members of the resistance, it was the first large show of force they had ever seen. It was why John did the things he did.

There was a reason he had taught every officer ranked major or higher in the resistance how to hack into Skynet's systems. They needed it to maintain Internet communication. They needed it to read data chips from Metal units. They needed those skills to turn captured metal into their tools as well.

Every major victory humanity had achieved was key to this one fact. Be it in the past or the present, you had to use Skynet's tools against itself to win.

The air lift to get the troops here had required using over 500 captured flying HK's. The ground forces were augmented with over 400 T850s and 120 T888 models.

Not that humanity was lacking in its commitment here either. Thousands of troops from around the world had come to help.

John Connor being John Connor, met with the local commander of the 121st, one Major General Thatcher. Being John Connor he advised strategy and then deferred to Thatcher's lead. With John expressing confidence in him, the foreign troops simply followed suit.

An hour ago, the battle of London had begun. It was like nothing Cameron had ever seen before.

Hundreds of craft flew overhead. Explosions rocked everywhere. Naked T888 endoskeleton's poured out of what was once London's underground by the thousands. Human troops and friendly terminators moved forward with overwhelming force.

Ogre tanks exploded and died. Flying HK's exploded and fell like large burning bombs from the sky. The wounded and the dying from both races laid on the side of the road by the hundreds.

The noise was beyond imagination. The flashing blindness from the smoke and explosions was unreal. The vibration from the fight literally shook the very ground. The smell of blood, burning metal, gunpowder, jet fuel, and burning flesh suffocated the air.

Cameron and Perry had flanked John trying to keep him alive. For milliseconds that were like small lifetimes, she lost track of him in the chaos. She saw John's face on every wounded soldier and every dying terminator.

Things only got worse once they entered the tunnels that had once served for a subway. Tunnels were trapped and mined. Skynet's forces made good use of the enclosed area and the resistance paid for every footstep inside Skynet's inner Sanctum with blood.

Minutes later, they smashed the last defense grid. Inside laid a computer terminal hub as large and vast as a major soccer stadium or a major league baseball field.

Cameron watched as John and the others planted the bombs to blow her dark father's circuits to dust. She was oddly numbed by the process.

They would level the entire interior structure. The 121st would then watch the bones of London like a hawk, making sure Skynet would never disturb London's hollowed ground again.

The troops had to be well clear of the explosion. It would re-release fallout material into the air. One T850 volunteered to watch the detonation and watch the area for returning activity.

The dead and the wounded were evacuated. The troops were mustered to make sure no one was left behind.

An hour later the explosion rocked the area. Everyone went through decom procedures.

Cameron insisted on checking John for radiation. As the detector ticked, he quipped with her, "You don't know how to use that thing."

Cameron responded, "I learned before we came." Perry smiled at that one.

John returned, "Well you see, I'm clean."

Cameron retorted, "That's not the only way radiation works, John." She glared at him.

Perry laughed, "Man, she has a little Kate in her." His face tightened. He hadn't meant to say that.

The color drained from John's face. Cameron knew it was from the mention of his dead wife.

Perry offered, "I'm sorry John. I didn't mean too bring that up."

John smiled fakely. He offered, "It's ok." His eyes told otherwise.

Cameron just watched him carefully. She wasn't sure what to do. John might be depressed for hours.

John Connor smiled his best infiltrator smile, carried out his duty, and went to go check on the troops. They had stormed the gates of Hell and he would be there to tell them they were all heroes.

They were after all. He would let them know, even if he was dying inside...







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