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[robots_omgh8u]

Who: Open
Where: Storage room then the Computer Lab. After that all over the base.
What: John Connor has arrived. Please join in for fun, games, and explosions. Anyone shiny and robotic especially "appreciated".

John woke up on the floor. His head was killing him, and he had the distinct metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Moving slowly he propped

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[6thyearsnake]

It was ~possible~ Draco had stupidly accidentally gone to the mirror library instead of the regular base library. It was also ~possible~ that he had been stuck there for quite some time before he manged to free himself. Of course that wasn't very likely was it, because Draco Malfoy would never do something so careless and dumb.

Ahem.

Either way he was in a very bad mood now as he swept angrily through the corridors of the base, his robes billowing menacingly behind him. He was too busy sneering at the world to pay attention to where he was going, and as he rounded a corner he ran almost smack into a man-

"Gah!"

[robots_omgh8u]

John how ever was paying attention to where he was going, and had heard the boy coming down the corridor. It didn't sound heavy enough to be a terminator, but he couldn't be sure. Normally he'd have avoided any contact, however he needed answers. As the boy rounded the corner John drew a bead on his head. "Who are you, and where am I?"

[6thyearsnake]

"What the bloody-" Draco jerked back, surprised. He took in John's stance and the what he presumed was a weapon pointed at his head. "Oh fantastic, this is exactly what I bloody need, a sodding newbie who's gone all paranoid and violent." He glared up at John with his trade-mark Malfoy sneer. "That's one of those muggle-whatsets, a gun, yeah? Well you can bloody well point it somewhere else. If you'd actually listened you would know that you're in area 42, and yes, you are fictional. So am I, so is everyone else here, so you can get over yourself, alright?"

Something occurred to Draco, and his nose wrinkled in distaste. "You're not a Jedi, are you? If you are, no disrespect intended blah blah blah, don't hurt me with your creepy not-magic."

[robots_omgh8u]

Muggle? What the hell was a muggle? He must have missed that fictional bit somewhere. On the plus side the kid had to be human. No machine could manage that much snide bitchiness, no matter how good SKYNET made them. Not that he was going to let his guard down though. Also did the kid just mention Jedi? As in Star Wars? What the fuck was going on? "Where is it in relation to the rest of the world smartass? I suggest you hurry up, and answer me."

Kids....
Was he ever this much of a pain in the ass?

[6thyearsnake]

Draco's sneer grew even more pronounced. "It's in relation to the you're stuck here and can't get out part of the world," he snipped. Why no, being stuck in the mirror library for a month didn't make Draco especially ~bitter~ about being stuck places, why do you ask?

He rolled his eyes and grudgingly thew John a bone. "Not that it really matters, but I think the base is physically somewhere in the States," he added with a contempt in his voice only the British aristocracy can achieve. Yes, that's a clear accent as well, one John ought to recognize. "The personnel seem to all be Yanks anyway..."

[robots_omgh8u]

Good, now they were getting somewhere. At least he was in America. Once he was airborne, and had some distance he could figure out where exactly. Something was still bothering him though. "So you're not Resistance, but SKYNET hasn't found you? How have you all managed that?"

He really was getting sick of this kid's attitude. At least the machines didn't try to sneer you to death.

[6thyearsnake]

Draco rolled his eyes. "They only thing we're 'resisting' here is the monthly attempt by some villain or other to take over the base and kill us all. Did your hearing get damaged when you came through the gate? What part of fic-tion-al did you not understand? You're made up ok. Everything in your whole sodding world is made up. Sky-whatever is made up too."

Draco paused for a minute and thought about this. "Well, I suppose that technically means that magic and bending and whatever the Jedi use is made up as well, but they still work here ... but those are like forces of nature not some ..." he eyed John warily now. "sky-whatever-you're-worried-about is a thing right? It's not like some kind of magic or something, is it?"

[robots_omgh8u]

"Gate? What fucking gate?" John needed to know what was going on, and he needed to know five minutes ago. This didn't make any sense. Unless he somehow ended up in some time dilation equipment, but that wouldn't be operational for another eleven years. Besides he had everything with him. He'd have been naked if it was TD. Still there was that sinking feeling in his gut that something was very, very wrong here. Anyway how could the kid know about Jedi? He looked like he would have been three maybe four years old when Judgment Day happened.

"What year is it?" he snapped.

[6thyearsnake]

Draco shrugged "That's what the base authorities call it, the 'fiction gate'." Here he made quotation marks with his fingers. "I guess it's how stuff travels through the rift in reality," he continued. "That's how all us people from different fictional universes all got bloody dumped here together." Draco gave John an annoyed eyeroll. "If you had actually stayed to listen to the debriefing they were supposed to give you when you arrived you would have known all this already. But hell, I've been ... out of the loop for a while, so to speak, so maybe all the base personnel got eaten or something equally charming. We're overdue for another disaster anyway." Draco sighed a sigh of long suffering. Disasters are so blasé his attitude screamed.

At John's next question, Draco rolled his eyes again. "Well I got pulled out of my world in 1997, but that really has no bearing on what date it is here, which is really basically irrelevant anyway." His slouched posture conveyed that this was really a very boring conversation, and he wasn't finding

[robots_omgh8u]

He wasn't getting any straight answers, and it was pissing him off. Stepping up to Draco he moved to slam him into the wall, transitioning from his rifle to his pistol. The kid knew something, and he was holding back. "What year? Then after that you're going to tell me who's running this place. Am I clear?"

You know what? He was missing the machines already.

[6thyearsnake]

"Ow!" Draco yelped. "Merlin's sodding bones, there is no need to get violent!" As he spoke his hand was slipping into his pocket and drawing his wand. He tilted it so it was pointing at John's midsection, and "Repulso!" an invisible force was suddenly shoving John backwards. There were now about 4 ft of space between John and Draco, which Draco took advantage of to raise his wand and point it more directly at the other man.

"Now," he said, his face twisted with anger, "I've been fucking patient with you because we were all new and lost and confused at some point or other, so I know what you're going through, but I'm not going to sit around and let you bloody man-handle me, all right?"

"Now," he bit out. "According to the bloody muggle com-pewter things or whatever they're called, it's 2009 in this reality, but I really don't bleeding care, because we're stuck on this base so it doesn't bloody matter what year it is on the outside. Now, since none of us can leave, that means we have to live together, so you can't go around attacking

[robots_omgh8u]

Two thousand nine? Two thousand motherfucking nine! It was all he could think at first. Now he was in the past somehow, and wait a minute what the hell did that kid just do? "Don't give me orders, and if you attempt whatever that was again you're not going to like it. Now Judgment Day? Have you heard of it? And what do you mean we can't leave? There's a hanger on the surface right? Why not just fly something out of here?"

[6thyearsnake]

If Draco were to sneer any harder, his face would probably twist off. Drawing himself up to his full height, he glared up at John. "I'm Draco bloody Malfoy and I don't take orders from anyone," he spat, his gray eyes as cold as ice. "And no muggle is going to tell me how to use my magic." His entire demeanor shouted out that he was talking to the lowest form of scum. A thousand years or more of pure-blood wizarding heritage gave him a haughter that couldn't be faked. Whatever other negative adjectives you wanted to apply to Draco aside, you couldn't deny that he was the real deal.

"Now I haven't heard of your bloody 'Judgment Day' because hello, I'm not from your world, and I am sick and tired of wasting my time talking to someone who is on top of being deaf, clearly a moron. Since there are much more pleasant ways to bore myself out of my skull, I'll be taking my leave." With that, Draco turned on his heal, preparing to sweep away. He hadn't busted his ass to get free of the mirror library only to have to spend his time dealing with

[robots_omgh8u]

Well fuck! This wasn't making anymore sense. Not from your world? What kind of bullshit was this? Whatever was going on he couldn't just let the kid walk off. Situation was still too dangerous with too many unknowns. He didn't want to hurt Draco severely though so it didn't leave him a whole lot of options. Holstering his pistol he followed the boy and pounced attempting to put Draco into a choke hold. Hopefully he'd get enough of a drop on the kid that the fight would be over before it starts.

Everything always had to get complicated.

[6thyearsnake]

his father would be so disappointed in him. Just because the man wasn't from his world, was a muggle, and apparently a moron to boot, didn't mean he wasn't dangerous. But Draco was in such a bad mood he underestimated the man badly.

Draco flailed in surprise as John's arm came around his throat, and then his instincts took over. He was under attack, he wasn't going to play nice. He jabbed his wand over his shoulder at John and attempted to croak the first offensive spell he could think of that he was capable of casting non-verbally. Suddenly a couple of red slashes appeared on John's face and upper chest. The cuts weren't deep, but they quickly started to bleed.

[robots_omgh8u]

"Arrrrrggggggghhhhh!" John shouted as the spell cut into him. Now he was pissed. He needed to get that stick away from the kid. John rolled his body to throw the kid down to the floor, and followed up with a few punches to the gut. Hopefully that would take the wind out of him long enough for John to turn out the lights for him.