From: scavanag@neumann.une.edu.au (Steven Cavanagh)
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: new npc intro
Date: 4 Sep 92 02:17:01 GMT


Los Angeles, 2026 A.D.

	In the human war aginst the machines the scales had finally
begun to tip in favour of the mortal flesh that had stormed the wire
of the extermination camps years earlier. Even the monstrous Hunter
Killers (HK's) were increasingly falling prey to the superior
intuition and creativity of mankind and their leader, John Conner.
The everthinking computers devoted thousands of hours of ceaseless
calculations of new ways to end the human threat, and so it was in
an electronic stroke of genius that Skynet created the world's first
tactical time weapon: the Time Displacement Equipment.

However, they had yet to test it.

	A small army of unsleeping mechanoids assembled the prototype
in just under three days. As their experimental ambassador they chose
a top-of-the-line humaniod terminator, the 600 series model 138, 
selected to withstand the dimensional storm and cause a noticable 
disturbance somewhere in the past. If this succeeded they would send
at least one more to eliminate their enemy at his most vulnerable.
	Preparations completed, a sphere of pure energy encompassed
the machine as over 1.21 gigawatts of power was fed into the equipment.
By the time monitoring systems detected an error the overload had spread
to the primary storage batteries, and the entire section of the complex
exploded in a holocaust of twisted metal. Skynet reviewed its theory.

Of the terminator, there was no sign. 





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	Dee alley, the Genericans who lived in the area called it.
Non-locals usually took this to mean it was shaped like a D, but
this was far from the truth, as it was as narrow and linear as
the rest of them. No, this place earned its name from the fact
that it was always Damp, Dark, Deserted and Disgusting.

Tonight, it was also wet.

	The westward aspect and narrowness of the alley ensured
that every time it rained and was windy (and tonight supplied a
good deal of both) the wind and rain fairly howled up it, sweeping
in the refuse of the city, which whirled around and flapped against
the walls. It was doing that tonight with gusto.
	Until, of course, there was a sudden calm. Leaves fluttered
to the ground with relief, then started blowing back the other way,
picking up speed.
	With a flash a sphere that was somehow a blindingly bright
gray crackled into being. It gave a small hiss that exponentially
rose in volume until it reached deafening point, then vanished
with a loud blast of silence to reveal the mound. 
	It was a shapeless lump of barely solid tissue, four feet
cubed if it was possible to scoop it up into a cube. It seemed
(if one could hold one's own stomach and look closely) to be
a composite mound of flesh, made up of tissue that was part
animal, part human, and part organically grown.   
	Blood trickled from the peak of it. A crack appeared,
bringing with it more blood, then with a grotesque slurp a
human head thrust it's way through the sludge. No, not human,
the features were too perfect. If an observer had been present
as the naked figure stood up, it would have seen that it was 
almost superhumanly muscled, and almost perfectly human, but...
artifical, somewhere between a human and a mannequin.


CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS 600 138 SYSTEMS DIAGNOSTIC
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.........
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.......100%

ANALYSIS: RELATIVE DISPLACEMENT ACHIEVED.


	The figure stepped out of the slush and strode out
of the alley, leaving footprints of blood as the driving rain
washed the remnants of the living tissue from its rubber skin.

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	The half-ogre's name was Unkhugh (which was, coincidentally,
what many said when they saw him). He was tall, muscled, and stupid.
One could not tell him this, of course, as 1) he thought he was more
sophisticated than his peers, because he favoured a large spiked
mace over the compulsory club, and 2) If you said he was dumb he'd
hit you over the head with it. He also boosted his self-image by
pointing out his many years of mugging experience, which certainly
didn't include a massively muscled man walking stark naked in the
rain in the middle of the night. 

Unkhugh smirked.

"Hey, Freako!" he shouted.

AUDIAL INPUT.
ANALYSIS: LANUAGE UNIDENTIFIED. PRESUMED GREETING.
SAMPLING..

"Yeah, I'm talkin' ta YOU" said the half-ogre as he ambled up.

there was a short pause.

"Freako!" said the T-600.

"Hey, no lip outa you" spat Unkhugh in his best intimidation voice.
"I live to kill. Now give us yer, yer..  wallet" he finished lamely.
 
The human with baby-smooth skin did not answer. It seemed to be 
studying Unkhugh's clothes. 

"Aw, Get outa here fore I smash ya" said the Burly mugger. He hefted
his mace dramatically.

A rigid arm shot out and lifted the half-ogre bodily from its feet.
Unkhugh, wide-eyed, swung at the figure's head and connected with a
solid CLANG!. The machine paid no notice as its hydraulic fingers
began to squeeze.
	With a sickening snap, Unkhug's spine suddenly protruded
from below his left ear. The T-600 dropped the lifeless figure
onto the cobblestones and bent over it.


                     ----------------------
	The rain seemed to part to allow the cloaked and hooded
figure to walk through it with cold, calculated steps. It passed
a sprawling building from which floated sounds of mirth and
happiness, a sign at its door proclaiming THE DRAGONS INN. The
figure passed it without pausing. Its mission was clear, and
did not involve these.

Find humans of influence. Terminate them.

It raised its head, its eyes unblinking as the rain hammered
at them harmlessly.

"I live to kill" Unkhugh's voice said, as the figure disappeared
into the darkness.





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ADMIN: Where do I start to explain this guy? he is a 600 series.
that's before the 800(arnie). When the 800 was sent back it was the
state-of-the-art, so I figured at the time of the equipment's
creation the 600 series (mentioned in the first movie by Kyle Reese)
was the No. 1.
	The mound of flesh arose from the ashes of an old flamewar
on rec.arts.sf.movies. If the time displacement needed something to
be surrounded by living tissue, how did the 1000 travel? The created
solution was "flesh-wrapping" a terminator that didn't have living
tissue, like the 1000 (being liquid metal) or the 600 (having
rubber skin). You thought the flesh got blended during the trip,
didn't you? Bwa ha ha!
	This nasty bloke has NO connection with Rollik and the [T&R]
thread, I just thought he'd make an excellent sparring partner for
my friend chore@neumann.une.edu.au, a.k.a Dwayne Delany of the
colonial marine corps, who as yet DOESN'T HAVE A THREAD. So if you've
got some space or have just joined us (welcome!), this guy is an
interesting character, straight out of ALIENS (chore knows the
script from it as well as I do, we're talking whole movie
recitations). But BE WARNED, if you get this marine as a travelling
companion, you just might have to tangle with the T-600.
	The reason? what do all terminators do after arrival? find
VERY BIG GUNS. And the whole town's talking about the guy that blew
apart the inn door with a strange explosive weapon....
(M-31A pulse rifle, 10mm, with under&over 30mm <shik-shak>
 grenade launchers- feel the weight).

cheers,
 
	Cav.

P.S: no, the equipment's power usage was NOT a coincidence :-)

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