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**The Machines**
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**Later that same day.**
Marcus looked curiously at the group's small hideout as he spoke with them. As he thought, these were the main characters from *Terminator Salvation*. However, thanks to his intervention, Marcus now had doubts whether the future would remain the same as before—but he didn't care. From the moment he arrived in this world, its destiny had already been altered.
"So, this God-Emperor you serve—what is He like?" Kyle asked Marcus curiously during their conversation. The latter smiled, remembering the memories of his three lives and his own personal experience.
"The Emperor is humanity's protective god. His benevolence can move worlds, and His mere image can make demons burn to ashes. His holy light heals the living and strengthens them where it touches." Marcus spoke with devotion to the boy and the mute little girl.
Meanwhile, Marcos was fixing the radio but also listening attentively. "Wow, He sounds incredible. Why didn't He come to our world earlier—I mean, before Skynet?" Kyle asked innocently.
Marcus stayed silent for a moment before responding. "Unfortunately, even the Emperor cannot save humanity from creating its own destruction. Your world is just one among hundreds of thousands that need rescuing. But don't worry—I came here with this mission." He spoke reassuringly before they resumed talking.
Marcus learned much about this world's situation and how people survived in it. The conditions were truly horrible, but humanity stubbornly resisted everywhere, living day by day.
He nodded briefly with an approving expression upon hearing this. "Perhaps I can find good warriors to recruit in this world," he thought. The harsh survival conditions and especially their unity against a common enemy could form the foundation for good Astartes.
At that moment, Marcos succeeded in fixing the radio, and a man's voice came through, explaining the weaknesses of T-600 Terminators before giving a speech to inspire hope among scattered Resistance members.
"My name is John Connor. If you're hearing this, you are the Resistance."
As the speech ended like this and Marcus pondered silently, Kyle began talking excitedly about finding John Connor.
"He must be the leader of humans on this planet. I will communicate with him," Marcus declared.
Kyle and Marcos looked confused upon hearing this. "I don't think it's possible to communicate with this radio—I only fixed it to receive signals," Marcos said.
But the Astartes didn't respond. He stood up, took his black crate, and pressed a button on it.
As if by magic, the crate began transforming. Mechanical arms unfolded, two servo-skulls emerged and began flying through the air making binary sounds, and a long multifunctional workbench took shape.
Using scattered metal around them and the damaged radio itself, Marcus began building an entirely new communication device—far more advanced than anything this world had ever seen.
The group's eyes widened as they watched the black communicator take form, being welded and cooled directly by the mechanical arms with surgical precision. Their mouths didn't close even when Marcus finished the device.
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**Human Base**
"Sir, something has infiltrated our internal network!" a soldier shouted to John Connor, who furrowed his brow and ran to the computer screen.
"Is it the machines? What are they trying to do?" he asked as warning shouts erupted and technicians began running back and forth to prevent critical information from being leaked.
"It seems to be trying to establish a communication channel with us. Should we accept?"
The moment the soldier's words were spoken, the command room fell temporarily silent.
John looked visibly confused. If they were trying to communicate, it couldn't be the machines—but if they were human, the only forces on the planet capable of hacking their systems were allies. So now the question was: who was trying to communicate?
"Accept," he said firmly.
A call connected, and a deep, grave voice—as if carrying something both mystical and brutal—echoed through the command room.
"Greetings. Am I speaking with the leader of humans on this planet?" Marcus's voice made everyone shiver.
John's mind began working, filling with various theories about the origin of the person on the other end. The first thing he thought, based on the speech, was that they were aliens.
"You could say so. My name is John Connor, and I lead this Resistance base," he said resolutely.
There was a brief silence before a response came.
"My name is Marcus Primaris. I am an envoy of the Emperor sent to pacify this planet and place it under the foundations of humanity's Imperium."
Each word Marcus spoke seemed like thunder resonating in the command room. Everyone fell silent as their thoughts converged: *Who is the Emperor? Does a human Imperium exist? Are we not alone in the universe?*
Many questions echoed in their minds, but before they could be answered, Marcus continued:
"From now on, I demand your cooperation in my mission. In one week, I will pacify the city known as Los Angeles, and at that time I require you to gather your troops and join me in attacking the Iron Legion—known to you as Skynet."
John exchanged glances with one of the soldiers in the room, who quickly pulled up satellite images of the city showing unusual machine activity in the area.
"Do we have any Resistance forces there?" he asked, frowning when his subordinate shook his head negatively.
"How many troops did you bring with you?" he asked curiously, his body relaxing slightly. If there were reinforcements coming from space, this was good news—they might finally win this war.
"Only I came. And I am more than enough," Marcus said.
John felt as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped on his head, his hopes quickly fading.
"Do not fear, mortal. My strength is far beyond your imagination. Additionally, I need you to rescue some people I found—they claim to be Resistance, but they're just children. One of them is named Kyle Reese and says he's a big fan of yours."
"Now that I've communicated my demands, prepare yourselves. May the Emperor protect you."
Marcus ended the transmission. Silence persisted in the command room as all eyes turned to John, who was trying to calm himself.
"Sir, what do we do now?" a woman asked him.
John recomposed himself and looked at her. "Send some helicopters to retrieve them. And if what he said is true... we need to prepare!"
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