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La-la Land
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles/Angel
FR-T
Action, Vignette
Nate, at the wheel of the jeep, half-turned and called over his shoulder: “You may be interested to know that we’re now entering the fine city of Los Angeles.” He slammed the wheel over, skidding the jeep hard to the right. Where they would have been, had he kept to a straight course, a line of fire from the pursuing HK sliced a trench in the asphalt surface of the road.
Kelsey hunkered down in the back of the jeep and tried to brace his rifle, but he knew he was firing most of his shots far wide of the HK. Jenny, on the cannon, was doing a little better, but it seemed that the HKs got tougher every day. On the far side of the flatbed, the Corporal was bouncing up and down as much as the rest of them, but somehow managed to land each shot from his long-rifle on the body of the hovering pursuer.
“Oddly enough, Nate, I don’t really give a rat’s ass!” Kelsey hollered back.
“Damn, Kels!” Jenny called. “Now you’re making me hungry.”
“Jen; if we make it out of this one alive I’ll buy you all the rat-rump steaks you could want!” Kelsey promised. “Of course, as soon as our HK’s friends show up we’ll be dead.”
“That’s actually starting to sound appealing,” Jenny said.
“Ain’t anything shown up yet,” the Corporal pointed out.
The Corporal’s rifle fired with a sharp whine and the HK dipped, one of its anti-grav lifters disabled. As the HK slewed sideways, Jenny caught it amidships with the cannon and it crashed down in flames.
“Okay, Nate; pull to. Let’s see if we can salvage anything from the wreck.”
Nate slowed the jeep. “Sir…”
“Jen and Kelsey, keep a close watch while Nate and I pull off what we can,” he went on. “Come on, people; let’s do this.”
Nate pulled the jeep over to the side of the old freeway and nestled it discreetly in a small crater, no more than ten yards from the crash. He switched off the engine and jumped down. The Corporal exchanged weapons with Kelsey and followed.
“Give us twenty-five minutes and then get the engine running,” the Corporal said. “If you hear shooting, come get us.”
“Got it,” Kelsey agreed.
Nate and the Corporal headed for the HK, keeping low. Kelsey watched them go, while Jenny leaned on the cannon and kept watch in the other direction.
“Do you think they’ll be able to salvage the plasma cannon?” Jenny wondered.
“You have an unhealthy obsession with plasma cannons,” Kelsey sighed. “It’s one of the things I love about you. Speaking as a weapons’ expert, what do you think made these blast marks and craters?”
Jenny took a look. “Most of them look like plasma scoring, that wall looks like it was eaten away. Some kind of acid, perhaps,” she suggested. “Never seen the machines using corrosives, but…” She broke off. “When did the sun come up?” she wondered. “And the… moon?”
“I don’t…” Kelsey shook his head. “Does this place seem a little… weird?”
“Yeah, I… Heads up, Kels! Movement; half a click past the HK.”
“I see it,” Kelsey agreed. He lifted his rifle and looked through the scope, ramping up the magnification until he could clearly make out a loping, slavering… beast. “What the hell?”
“What is it?”
“It appears to be a toad the size of an HK tank,” Kelsey admitted. “And it’s stalking Nate and the Corporal.” He flipped off the safety catch and drew a bead on the monster.
“Start the engine,” Jenny said. “That long-rifle won’t even scratch that thing.”
Kelsey nodded. He jumped into the driver’s seat and dropped the rifle into the footwell. He jabbed his thumb down on the starter and revved the engine.
“Swing us around and get me a clear shot!” Jenny insisted, arming the cannon.
Kelsey slewed the jeep to a halt next to the HK just as the toad-thing sprang at the Corporal. Jenny swung the muzzle of the cannon and shot the thing out of the air.
“What the hell is that?” the Corporal demanded.
“Don’t know, sir, but it seems to be getting up,” Kelsey noted.
Jenny shot it again, but it just seemed to shake off the punishment. Nate and The Corporal jumped up into the jeep. “Punch it, Kels!” the Corporal barked.
The toad crouched to spring, but then a light stabbed down out of the sky and it froze. A moment later, a plasma stream scorched down from the sky and transformed the brute into a column of flame.
“HK!” Nate cried.
Kelsey slammed the jeep into reverse, barely avoiding another plasma stream, but the HK’s searchlight picked them out and tracled the jeep as it retreated. The plasma cannon swivelled in its mounting.
A dark shape sliced across the searchlight. There was a grinding shriek of tortured metal and the HK was gone.
“Go!” the Corporal ordered. “Go, go, go!”
As the jeep tore out of LA, the sky darkened again and the sun and moon disappeared from the sky.
“Was that… Did a dragon just eat that HK?” Nate asked.
“I don’t care,” the Corporal assured him. “Let’s just never go back there ever again.”
Kelsey nodded in agreement and pushed the gas pedal down a little further.
“And I still didn’t get my plasma cannon,” Jenny groused.
The Terminator was created by James Cameron and Gale Ann Hurd; Angel by Joss Whedon and Tim Minear.
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles/Angel
FR-T
Action, Vignette
Nate, at the wheel of the jeep, half-turned and called over his shoulder: “You may be interested to know that we’re now entering the fine city of Los Angeles.” He slammed the wheel over, skidding the jeep hard to the right. Where they would have been, had he kept to a straight course, a line of fire from the pursuing HK sliced a trench in the asphalt surface of the road.
Kelsey hunkered down in the back of the jeep and tried to brace his rifle, but he knew he was firing most of his shots far wide of the HK. Jenny, on the cannon, was doing a little better, but it seemed that the HKs got tougher every day. On the far side of the flatbed, the Corporal was bouncing up and down as much as the rest of them, but somehow managed to land each shot from his long-rifle on the body of the hovering pursuer.
“Oddly enough, Nate, I don’t really give a rat’s ass!” Kelsey hollered back.
“Damn, Kels!” Jenny called. “Now you’re making me hungry.”
“Jen; if we make it out of this one alive I’ll buy you all the rat-rump steaks you could want!” Kelsey promised. “Of course, as soon as our HK’s friends show up we’ll be dead.”
“That’s actually starting to sound appealing,” Jenny said.
“Ain’t anything shown up yet,” the Corporal pointed out.
The Corporal’s rifle fired with a sharp whine and the HK dipped, one of its anti-grav lifters disabled. As the HK slewed sideways, Jenny caught it amidships with the cannon and it crashed down in flames.
“Okay, Nate; pull to. Let’s see if we can salvage anything from the wreck.”
Nate slowed the jeep. “Sir…”
“Jen and Kelsey, keep a close watch while Nate and I pull off what we can,” he went on. “Come on, people; let’s do this.”
Nate pulled the jeep over to the side of the old freeway and nestled it discreetly in a small crater, no more than ten yards from the crash. He switched off the engine and jumped down. The Corporal exchanged weapons with Kelsey and followed.
“Give us twenty-five minutes and then get the engine running,” the Corporal said. “If you hear shooting, come get us.”
“Got it,” Kelsey agreed.
Nate and the Corporal headed for the HK, keeping low. Kelsey watched them go, while Jenny leaned on the cannon and kept watch in the other direction.
“Do you think they’ll be able to salvage the plasma cannon?” Jenny wondered.
“You have an unhealthy obsession with plasma cannons,” Kelsey sighed. “It’s one of the things I love about you. Speaking as a weapons’ expert, what do you think made these blast marks and craters?”
Jenny took a look. “Most of them look like plasma scoring, that wall looks like it was eaten away. Some kind of acid, perhaps,” she suggested. “Never seen the machines using corrosives, but…” She broke off. “When did the sun come up?” she wondered. “And the… moon?”
“I don’t…” Kelsey shook his head. “Does this place seem a little… weird?”
“Yeah, I… Heads up, Kels! Movement; half a click past the HK.”
“I see it,” Kelsey agreed. He lifted his rifle and looked through the scope, ramping up the magnification until he could clearly make out a loping, slavering… beast. “What the hell?”
“What is it?”
“It appears to be a toad the size of an HK tank,” Kelsey admitted. “And it’s stalking Nate and the Corporal.” He flipped off the safety catch and drew a bead on the monster.
“Start the engine,” Jenny said. “That long-rifle won’t even scratch that thing.”
Kelsey nodded. He jumped into the driver’s seat and dropped the rifle into the footwell. He jabbed his thumb down on the starter and revved the engine.
“Swing us around and get me a clear shot!” Jenny insisted, arming the cannon.
Kelsey slewed the jeep to a halt next to the HK just as the toad-thing sprang at the Corporal. Jenny swung the muzzle of the cannon and shot the thing out of the air.
“What the hell is that?” the Corporal demanded.
“Don’t know, sir, but it seems to be getting up,” Kelsey noted.
Jenny shot it again, but it just seemed to shake off the punishment. Nate and The Corporal jumped up into the jeep. “Punch it, Kels!” the Corporal barked.
The toad crouched to spring, but then a light stabbed down out of the sky and it froze. A moment later, a plasma stream scorched down from the sky and transformed the brute into a column of flame.
“HK!” Nate cried.
Kelsey slammed the jeep into reverse, barely avoiding another plasma stream, but the HK’s searchlight picked them out and tracled the jeep as it retreated. The plasma cannon swivelled in its mounting.
A dark shape sliced across the searchlight. There was a grinding shriek of tortured metal and the HK was gone.
“Go!” the Corporal ordered. “Go, go, go!”
As the jeep tore out of LA, the sky darkened again and the sun and moon disappeared from the sky.
“Was that… Did a dragon just eat that HK?” Nate asked.
“I don’t care,” the Corporal assured him. “Let’s just never go back there ever again.”
Kelsey nodded in agreement and pushed the gas pedal down a little further.
“And I still didn’t get my plasma cannon,” Jenny groused.
The Terminator was created by James Cameron and Gale Ann Hurd; Angel by Joss Whedon and Tim Minear.