Fic: Nocturnal Transmission OC, John Connor (Terminator Fandom)
Title: Nocturnal Transmission
Author: phyncke
Character/Pairing: OFC, John Connor (none)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: A resistance fighter listens to John Connor’s nightly broadcast as she falls asleep.
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here.
Author Notes: Not betaed and this is a triple drabble of 300 words exactly. Might turn into a series. My first effort in this fandom.
Nocturnal Transmission
“This is John Connor and you are the resistance.”
The broadcast began the same way each night which was reassuring in a way, that consistency of message which unified. Their leader, chosen or self appointed had a gravelly voice, probably hoarse from that day’s shouting but he spoke to them at roughly the same time in the evening without fail.
Chris listened from her bedroll as the others in her cohort gathered around the jury rigged radio to hear the transmission. She was so tired and his voice was like a child’s bedtime song, well not really but she imagined it so. Their leader’s gruff voice lulled her to sleep with reports on enemy movements, kill ratios and other important stats to help them in their fight against Skynet. She was listening, absorbing the information, but it was not a conscious thing. Tomorrow she would know the new kill strategy but would not be sure how she came at the information.
“You can destroy the Hunter Killer with a blast to their power source but you will have to get close to it and that is very dangerous.”
She finally gave in and curled up, closing her eyes, knowing that the broadcast was almost over. She could never admit this to anyone but the sound of John Connor’s voice made her wet in all the right places.
“You must stay alive. Without you, we are nothing. Always remember that. This is John Connor, signing off.”
The sound of crackling static was all that could be heard and Chris had finally fallen asleep, covered by a ripped wool blanket that was insufficient for the night chill. She would wake up a few times shivering from cold. The radio was turned off and the rest of the cohort dispersed for the night.
*This is my first effort in the Terminator fandom!*
Author: phyncke
Character/Pairing: OFC, John Connor (none)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: A resistance fighter listens to John Connor’s nightly broadcast as she falls asleep.
Disclaimer: Based on the Terminator movie verse started by James Cameron and in its latest iteration by McG (Salvation). No profit is made here.
Author Notes: Not betaed and this is a triple drabble of 300 words exactly. Might turn into a series. My first effort in this fandom.
Nocturnal Transmission
“This is John Connor and you are the resistance.”
The broadcast began the same way each night which was reassuring in a way, that consistency of message which unified. Their leader, chosen or self appointed had a gravelly voice, probably hoarse from that day’s shouting but he spoke to them at roughly the same time in the evening without fail.
Chris listened from her bedroll as the others in her cohort gathered around the jury rigged radio to hear the transmission. She was so tired and his voice was like a child’s bedtime song, well not really but she imagined it so. Their leader’s gruff voice lulled her to sleep with reports on enemy movements, kill ratios and other important stats to help them in their fight against Skynet. She was listening, absorbing the information, but it was not a conscious thing. Tomorrow she would know the new kill strategy but would not be sure how she came at the information.
“You can destroy the Hunter Killer with a blast to their power source but you will have to get close to it and that is very dangerous.”
She finally gave in and curled up, closing her eyes, knowing that the broadcast was almost over. She could never admit this to anyone but the sound of John Connor’s voice made her wet in all the right places.
“You must stay alive. Without you, we are nothing. Always remember that. This is John Connor, signing off.”
The sound of crackling static was all that could be heard and Chris had finally fallen asleep, covered by a ripped wool blanket that was insufficient for the night chill. She would wake up a few times shivering from cold. The radio was turned off and the rest of the cohort dispersed for the night.
*This is my first effort in the Terminator fandom!*