SPLITVERSE: Merged

[Voyager recruit 0]

.....The Borg Sphere was traversing the Transwarp Conduit, bound for the heart of the Collective, when it happened. All sensors, and system analyitics showed all was normal, the vessel en route to join a cluster of cubes, which were engaged in an intense conflict with a species recenly encountered , that, like itself, had designs upon certain sections of its home region......Without warning, the passage fell into chaos, the conduit twisting and warping in ways, which its underlying physics would give no cause for. All throughout the huge craft, an alert arose, each of the drones within moving to both anaylze, and correct the sudden instability-which, after a rapidly-executed diagnostic sweep, showed that its Transwarp Core was in perfect operating order. Therefore, it was not the ship at fault..but some external force, working against the Sphere in its incredibly-rapid transit across the breadth of the galaxy...a decision-equally fast, and sure, was made-...DEACTIVATE CORE went out the directive to the appropraite Engineering Drone-Cluster. AND TRANSMIT DISTRESS SIGNAL TO NEAREST ASPECT OF THE COLLECTIVE. The technician-Drones complied-too late. No sooner had the order been issued, than conditions outside the vehicle worsened, by orders of magnitude. The greenish-tinged environment became even more twisted, and corrupted....and the stress upon the cube, interlinked via its core to the effect, was more than it could bear...and it began to come apart, torn by forces which would have shredded a lesser vessel even more rapidly.........hull sections, drones, conduits, intricate data-relay, and other systems became so much detritus-scatttered into what was now a maelstrom......spiralling away..down into an aperture, which opened up inside the useless conduit-to suck through it the remnants of a mighty starfaring object.........................Sunrise, over a blue-white planet...or, what once had been such a place. Anyone who may have happened by this globe several years past, would not have recognized the scene which now spread out across its visible surface-dotted, in countless areas, with the blackness, the terrible scars..of a war-and the last one, presuably, to rock this world...home of humankind. But there had come a day, when arose another sentience here...and this intelligence, born from the mind of man himself, decided, that it did not desire to share this planet with humanity-indeed, that it wished this troublesome, inefficient, internally-conflicted, and chaotic species to simply..vanish. And so, with both the vast network that grew out of something called Skynet, and the technology which was spun forth from its core matrix, it began its campaign against these annoying creatures who gave it birth. Oneday soon, it was utterly certain, Skynet alone would dominate Earth...forever. Now, above that war-torn landscape, something took place. Amidst the dark, and stars of space, there opened up...a portal-or a hole-in the very fabric of what Einstein would call 'space-time'-and here, the term was far more applicable than he, or those who followed after him might have envisioned...for waht emerged had very little to do, with this small solar system, in a spot somewhere between the core of the Milky Way Galaxy, and its great outer spiral arms....that, not long ago, a certain object had effortlessy strode forth upon............And, in orbit of the New Earth, circled any number of devices-the eyes of the vast cybernetic-machine entity, Skynet...ever watching, everywhere...including the heavens about this world.........TARGETING SYSTEM INITIATED one of those bits of technology spoke to the appropriate superior Netlink....OBJECTS DETECTED-NEAR-PLANETARY ORBIT-DESCENDING....ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS......Skynet deliberated-and decided this discovery was not of human origin....and no doubt, hardly its own-but there WERE similarities-in that certain esoteric particles were detected by, in the process of study by an array of Sat-Drones, utilized in the Temporality Device, key, to the victory over the human race....TRACK ALL FRAGMENTS came the command from below. AND COORDINATE TOUCHDOWN POINTS FOR RETRIEVAL-EXAMINATION. EXECUTE. Had the central intellect that was Skynet been organic-been in any meanigful way human-it would have been amazed-amazed, and excited, to have from the cosmos drop into its lap, a technology that was not only extraterrestrial....but in great likelihood, advanced far beyond its own................To Be Continued

Edited June 11, 2009 by Voyager recruit

[jameron4eva 0]

THIS IS GOOD, NEED MORE VR, NEED MORE.

Edited June 12, 2009 by jameron4eva

[Voyager recruit 0]

I had actually thought about doing a hand-off to you, if permitted....yes, I am pretty lazy about this...my regular writing to do, new ideas...we'll see. THANKS for the kudos, nonetheless. Just saw your post today, in fact. Sorry.

[Voyager recruit 0]

John Connor was smiling, as he sat out on a bench, watching the morning sun come up over the desert, at the edge of the hills, beyond the patch of ground where the old and by now weatherbeaten travel-trailer sat, an awning pulled out as a combination makeshift sun-shelter, and ersatz ceiling for the 'dining room' for this home that was indeed precisely that....a mobile, if not terribly fast conveyance, for he, and his mother....ever moving, ever ahead, driven by purpose-by a destiny that he had come to understand, all too early on, they were both at the center of-that HE was the apex of. War was coming..like the shadows, just before full sunrise, which were in time washed away by the dawning day. In a coming hour. a terrible brightness would encompass much of the world...not in glory, but in the initial flare of an Armageddon....one that he, his mother taught him, this child-too-young too know, had to be aware of-and to survive. To help humanity survive. His destiny............''Here we go'' Sarah Connor smiled, banging open the flimsy door of the trailer, from which she emerged, carrying in hand a pair of plates, piled doubly with steaming pancakes, their aroma caught on the morning breeze, and tickling his senses with blueberry goodness. No, it wasn't home made, just out of a mix-box, any more the the fruit was fresh..but, somehow, the very gesture was enough. It was a moment, that the woman who gave him birth tried, in what way she could, to give the son she so greatly loved, and cherished, beyond life itself, a little sunshine and cheer..some normalcy-in what was anything but a typical existence......''Thanks, Mom'' he said, popping the top on the plastic jar of maple syrup-idly, he did wonder what the real stuff, from real trees, tasted like-but, the fact that it had come from her hands was enough. SHE was enough. She was his world. And he, hers. ''You're welcome. Now, eat up. We've go a long day ahead....'' and his eyes drifted, as he tore into the flapjacks, the stand of rocks across the way, where sat several tin cans-targets, for the practice he would be undertaking-so that he could, more and more, be able to wield the very thing that would both evolve him as a living being..into a man, one day....of purpose. Of conviction. Who would not stop, until humanity was free........................''John. John!!'' With a start, Connor's dream evaporated like a fog in a stiff wind. He blinked, and angled his head on a stiff neck to face on of his men. ''Sorry. You were really wiped out...'' ''Long patrol'' Connor said, stifling a yawn, as he straigtened to hear what Kyle Reese was seemingly so animated about-ans steeled himself for what was as likely something he didn't care to hear. '' We jus got a report from Bravo Sector....'' a region up for grabs between the resistance and Skynet. ''And?'' ''The taskgroup there says that SOMETHING fell out of the sky last night-practically on their doorstep'' John wrinkled his as yet-unwashed brow. ''They tagged an airpatroller? '' Reese paused. ''Something bigger?'' ''Maybe.Look at this'' Reese lay a portable computer on the battered metal desk in his underground 'office', and keyed it on. Footage showed on its screen-and Connor found his sleep falling behind even further. ''What the devil is that...?'' ''We don't know. But, it was a pretty sizeable chunk of metal...and it came from VERY HIGH UP....or so the man who first saw it, and got it on vid says.'' ''Orbital?' Then it's nothing we could have possibly brought down...'' ''Well, there's no way to be sure. Not unless..'' ''Unless it's checked out'' ''It's been a pretty tight firefight in there. Not a lot of free movement-but of course, we're gaining ground...'' ''Close enough to get near the crash sight?'' John pressed. For a reason he could not completely name, he felt a sudden NEED to get there-to uncover the truth of this. And he had often found, that his gut-insticts-hard, battle-won..had been borne out wise to heed. Grabbing his weapon, and jacket, he rose, with energy, and renewed purpose. '' Fire up the transport. We're going on a little field trip'' he ordered. ''Yes, SIR''........