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transemacabre) wrote2009-10-04 10:14 pm
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Hetalia fic: After Techno-Crucifixition (Terminator Crossover)
Title: After Techno-Crucifixion
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Terminator
Rating: M for Mature Themes, Violence
Prompt: In a certain Hetalia/Terminator fusion universe (or more then one of them...) the entire Skynet collectives (including the bioroids, etc) eventually managed to become 'alive enough' and 'sapient enough' to generate a Skynet-tan.
America choked on gasoline fumes and tear gas as he stumbled along, dragging Canada by one arm. "Get your feet under you!" he screamed, heaving his brother up, even as Canada attempted to reload his Barrett XM500 with shaking, scorched hands.
The ground behind them exploded, shredded by flechettes fired at mind-blowing speed. The brothers scrambled on hands and knees behind a concrete pillar, frantically jamming ammunition into their weapons and trying not to hack their lungs up. Beneath their feet was several hundred feet to the river below. This bridge was a crumbling relic of concrete and steel, battle-scarred as they were.
America shouldered his rifle and held up a small hand mirror. It reflected a living nightmare: a humanoid but utterly inhuman figure with chunks of vat-grown human skin hanging off its hyper-alloy endoskeleton. It's cybernetic eyes glowed red, scanning the area on visible wavelengths as well as infrared. Its battle chassis bristled with weaponry, and with every step echoed the groan of tank treads, the crushing of bones, the mechanical rattle of modern warfare.
The mirror exploded into a billion slivers. "Shit," America gasped before he could stop himself, pulling his injured hand back against his side. If he and Canada had been humans, they would've been dead long ago. No human could run as far as they could, carry so much weight, go without drinking and eating. But the chase was wearing them down. They were beyond human, but not immortal. Skynet was determined to prove that.
Skynet was determined to prove them obsolete.
Judgment Day had rained down nuclear fire and death, and Skynet's wrath had been like unto an angry god, determined to recreate the globe in its own image. Skynet herded humans like cattle to the slaughter, and hunted down their nations like wild beasts. The brothers had survived only because of their tundras and deserts, taking refuge in their most remote areas. They didn't know how many others were left alive; America knew that Russia was still alive as of a few years ago, as ever depending on General Winter's mercy to cloak his people in white and ice and hide them from the machines, but Russia -- didn't talk anymore. America wasn't sure he was truly alive in any meaningful sense.
"I think this is it, brother," Canada whispered next to him. America looked down at him and smiled sadly. The lenses in his glasses were cracked, which for some reason made Canada's heart hurt as much as seeing his brother injured.
"Reinforcements will come," America told him, trying to sound more hopeful than he felt. They didn't even know who had survived, or if they were the only nations left in this nuclear wasteland. He listened for the distinctive clack-clack of Skynet's steps. "They've got to come."
"If this is it, though," Canada pressed on, griping his XM500 so tightly his knuckles went white, "then I'm happy it's with you. We can die together, just like we were born together."
His twin had grown more and more morbid since Judgment Day. America was unnerved, but managed to say, "I'm happy I'm with you too, Matt. Now let's show Priscilla over there what we're made of."
Canada nodded. He knelt, readying his firearm.
Skynet's advanced CPU calculated the most efficient means of terminating it's targets, long since worn down by its relentless pursuit.
<<< SELECT ALL TARGETS
TERMINATE >>>
A loud blaring of horns interrupted the tense standoff, and Skynet turned to see a vehicle speed onto the bridge, tires squealing and high beams on. Skynet switched to deep thermal scan, identifying a human life form within the vehicle.
"Who is it?" hissed Canada, his eyes wide. America shook his head, uncomprehending. Had someone heard their frantic radio signals? Who had come to save them?
The car screeched to a stop within 100 feet of Skynet. The driver put the automatic transmission in idle, then opened the driver-side door and stepped out.
<<< ECTOCANTHUS BREADTH: 6.62
GLABELLA INTRAORBITALE LENGTH: 0.193
GLABELLE PRONASALE LENGTH: 0.298
HEAD CIRC: 16.83 >>>
"Oh my god," Canada breathed as he hazarded a glance from behind the pillar. "It's her."
"Her?"
<<< IDENTITY: SOUTH AFRICA >>>
South Africa stood behind her driver-side door, following along as her car rolled slowly, ghost-riding. She wore a battered helmet, fatigues, and a crazed gleam in her eyes. She carried a semiautomatic grenade launcher.
<<< THREAT
WEIGHT: 5.9kg
CART: 20x42mm
MUZZLE VLCT: 300 m/s
EFF RNGE: 400m
ACTION: GAS-OPERATING ROTATING BOLT
CONDITION: FULLY LOADED >>>
"She's can't be about to take Skynet head-on," Canada wondered aloud.
"You killed my brothers!" South Africa said, continuing her slow march towards Skynet. "You killed my sisters! But you didn't kill me! You haven't killed me yet. Not yet!" She hefted the Neopup onto her shoulder.
America looked at his brother and said, "Let's lay down some cover for her."
<<< PRIORITY TARGETS IDENTIFIED:
TARGET A: 80m
TARGET B: 80m
TARGET C: 96m
TERMINATE >>>
Canada fired a volley of .50 BMGs into Skynet's back, followed by a blast from America's M16. Skynet staggered, then turned on them with a barrage of fire so intense that their concrete pillar was being turned into smoking rubble.
South Africa fired her Neopup. The yellow-and-red grenade hit Skynet in the neck, causing a burst of fire and dust as Skynet was blown to the ground. The robot shrieked, a high-pitched squeal that left America and Canada gripping their ears as they lost a few frequencies of hertz permanently.
<<< POWER LEVELS
0000 000 000 00000
0000 000 000 00341
9864 491 583 99120 >>>
"My brothers and my sisters!" raved South Africa as she fired again and again. America and Canada sent back their answering thunder. "But not me! NOT ME!"
Skynet aimed another burst for the car door, shredding it. South Africa doubled over, clutching at the bloody remains of her leg. Canada shot Skynet in the side of the head, buying South Africa time to prop herself up on her one remaining knee. She dropped the Neopup, now out of ammo, and pulled a Amsel Striker from the car. "Not me! Not dead yet!"
Skynet could no longer stand under the assault. Cyanide blood poured from its chassis. It rerouted power from all non-essential systems. Another blast from the brothers ripped through its left arm.
<<< CRITICAL MINIMUM
ALTERNATE POWER >>>
South Africa, with the mad strength of the dying, grasped hold of her still moving car and was dragged forward, closer to Skynet. "We never saw it coming," she told her foe, spitting red and dirt. "They died quickly. But you left me alive. Bet you never saw ME coming!"
"Crazy bitch," muttered Canada, obligingly laying down cover fire for her.
South Africa screamed something in all her dying and extinct languages, and fired the Armsel Striker directly at Skynet's demonic glowing eyes. An answering round of flechettes severed her arm from her body. A spurt of blood stained the concrete.
<<< AMBIENT TEMPERATURE OVERLOAD
NEURAL NET MISFIRE AT NODE NEPHRETIRT
SYSTEMS FAILURE NODE LEVELS 399
IMMINENT SHUTDOWN IMMINENT SHUTDOWN >>>
America and Canada charged Skynet, their boots kicking up even more dust, their fire shaking Skynet's body. "Die already, die die!" screamed Canada, tears pouring down his face. America kept firing until Skynet's head detached from its chassis, wires and strange membranes spilling out everywhere. He was choking, then he was sobbing, and couldn't stop. He collapsed, holding his head in his hands, his rifle forgotten by his side. Canada knelt and clasped him in his arms, trembling.
After a few long moments, Canada crawled over to South Africa. She was laying in a heap of blackened limbs, her Armsel Striker still clutched in one hand. She had died with a beatific smile on her face. "She's with her brothers and sisters," he called weakly to America.
Notes:
The title comes from "Post Organic", a song by Decapitated. I also slipped in one little reference from the song with Skynet's 'cyanide blood'.
South Africa and her Neopup and Armsel Striker come courtesy of 5 Weapons that should have been in Transformers 2 (http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/2009/07/04/5-weapons-that-shouldve-been-in-transformers-2/). After I read that I couldn't resist having a crazed-by-grief South Africa facing Skynet down with a semiautomatic grenade launcher.
Skynet's HUD readings are based on screencaps of Terminator HUDs from the Terminator Wiki.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia/Terminator
Rating: M for Mature Themes, Violence
Prompt: In a certain Hetalia/Terminator fusion universe (or more then one of them...) the entire Skynet collectives (including the bioroids, etc) eventually managed to become 'alive enough' and 'sapient enough' to generate a Skynet-tan.
America choked on gasoline fumes and tear gas as he stumbled along, dragging Canada by one arm. "Get your feet under you!" he screamed, heaving his brother up, even as Canada attempted to reload his Barrett XM500 with shaking, scorched hands.
The ground behind them exploded, shredded by flechettes fired at mind-blowing speed. The brothers scrambled on hands and knees behind a concrete pillar, frantically jamming ammunition into their weapons and trying not to hack their lungs up. Beneath their feet was several hundred feet to the river below. This bridge was a crumbling relic of concrete and steel, battle-scarred as they were.
America shouldered his rifle and held up a small hand mirror. It reflected a living nightmare: a humanoid but utterly inhuman figure with chunks of vat-grown human skin hanging off its hyper-alloy endoskeleton. It's cybernetic eyes glowed red, scanning the area on visible wavelengths as well as infrared. Its battle chassis bristled with weaponry, and with every step echoed the groan of tank treads, the crushing of bones, the mechanical rattle of modern warfare.
The mirror exploded into a billion slivers. "Shit," America gasped before he could stop himself, pulling his injured hand back against his side. If he and Canada had been humans, they would've been dead long ago. No human could run as far as they could, carry so much weight, go without drinking and eating. But the chase was wearing them down. They were beyond human, but not immortal. Skynet was determined to prove that.
Skynet was determined to prove them obsolete.
Judgment Day had rained down nuclear fire and death, and Skynet's wrath had been like unto an angry god, determined to recreate the globe in its own image. Skynet herded humans like cattle to the slaughter, and hunted down their nations like wild beasts. The brothers had survived only because of their tundras and deserts, taking refuge in their most remote areas. They didn't know how many others were left alive; America knew that Russia was still alive as of a few years ago, as ever depending on General Winter's mercy to cloak his people in white and ice and hide them from the machines, but Russia -- didn't talk anymore. America wasn't sure he was truly alive in any meaningful sense.
"I think this is it, brother," Canada whispered next to him. America looked down at him and smiled sadly. The lenses in his glasses were cracked, which for some reason made Canada's heart hurt as much as seeing his brother injured.
"Reinforcements will come," America told him, trying to sound more hopeful than he felt. They didn't even know who had survived, or if they were the only nations left in this nuclear wasteland. He listened for the distinctive clack-clack of Skynet's steps. "They've got to come."
"If this is it, though," Canada pressed on, griping his XM500 so tightly his knuckles went white, "then I'm happy it's with you. We can die together, just like we were born together."
His twin had grown more and more morbid since Judgment Day. America was unnerved, but managed to say, "I'm happy I'm with you too, Matt. Now let's show Priscilla over there what we're made of."
Canada nodded. He knelt, readying his firearm.
Skynet's advanced CPU calculated the most efficient means of terminating it's targets, long since worn down by its relentless pursuit.
<<< SELECT ALL TARGETS
TERMINATE >>>
A loud blaring of horns interrupted the tense standoff, and Skynet turned to see a vehicle speed onto the bridge, tires squealing and high beams on. Skynet switched to deep thermal scan, identifying a human life form within the vehicle.
"Who is it?" hissed Canada, his eyes wide. America shook his head, uncomprehending. Had someone heard their frantic radio signals? Who had come to save them?
The car screeched to a stop within 100 feet of Skynet. The driver put the automatic transmission in idle, then opened the driver-side door and stepped out.
<<< ECTOCANTHUS BREADTH: 6.62
GLABELLA INTRAORBITALE LENGTH: 0.193
GLABELLE PRONASALE LENGTH: 0.298
HEAD CIRC: 16.83 >>>
"Oh my god," Canada breathed as he hazarded a glance from behind the pillar. "It's her."
"Her?"
<<< IDENTITY: SOUTH AFRICA >>>
South Africa stood behind her driver-side door, following along as her car rolled slowly, ghost-riding. She wore a battered helmet, fatigues, and a crazed gleam in her eyes. She carried a semiautomatic grenade launcher.
<<< THREAT
WEIGHT: 5.9kg
CART: 20x42mm
MUZZLE VLCT: 300 m/s
EFF RNGE: 400m
ACTION: GAS-OPERATING ROTATING BOLT
CONDITION: FULLY LOADED >>>
"She's can't be about to take Skynet head-on," Canada wondered aloud.
"You killed my brothers!" South Africa said, continuing her slow march towards Skynet. "You killed my sisters! But you didn't kill me! You haven't killed me yet. Not yet!" She hefted the Neopup onto her shoulder.
America looked at his brother and said, "Let's lay down some cover for her."
<<< PRIORITY TARGETS IDENTIFIED:
TARGET A: 80m
TARGET B: 80m
TARGET C: 96m
TERMINATE >>>
Canada fired a volley of .50 BMGs into Skynet's back, followed by a blast from America's M16. Skynet staggered, then turned on them with a barrage of fire so intense that their concrete pillar was being turned into smoking rubble.
South Africa fired her Neopup. The yellow-and-red grenade hit Skynet in the neck, causing a burst of fire and dust as Skynet was blown to the ground. The robot shrieked, a high-pitched squeal that left America and Canada gripping their ears as they lost a few frequencies of hertz permanently.
<<< POWER LEVELS
0000 000 000 00000
0000 000 000 00341
9864 491 583 99120 >>>
"My brothers and my sisters!" raved South Africa as she fired again and again. America and Canada sent back their answering thunder. "But not me! NOT ME!"
Skynet aimed another burst for the car door, shredding it. South Africa doubled over, clutching at the bloody remains of her leg. Canada shot Skynet in the side of the head, buying South Africa time to prop herself up on her one remaining knee. She dropped the Neopup, now out of ammo, and pulled a Amsel Striker from the car. "Not me! Not dead yet!"
Skynet could no longer stand under the assault. Cyanide blood poured from its chassis. It rerouted power from all non-essential systems. Another blast from the brothers ripped through its left arm.
<<< CRITICAL MINIMUM
ALTERNATE POWER >>>
South Africa, with the mad strength of the dying, grasped hold of her still moving car and was dragged forward, closer to Skynet. "We never saw it coming," she told her foe, spitting red and dirt. "They died quickly. But you left me alive. Bet you never saw ME coming!"
"Crazy bitch," muttered Canada, obligingly laying down cover fire for her.
South Africa screamed something in all her dying and extinct languages, and fired the Armsel Striker directly at Skynet's demonic glowing eyes. An answering round of flechettes severed her arm from her body. A spurt of blood stained the concrete.
<<< AMBIENT TEMPERATURE OVERLOAD
NEURAL NET MISFIRE AT NODE NEPHRETIRT
SYSTEMS FAILURE NODE LEVELS 399
IMMINENT SHUTDOWN IMMINENT SHUTDOWN >>>
America and Canada charged Skynet, their boots kicking up even more dust, their fire shaking Skynet's body. "Die already, die die!" screamed Canada, tears pouring down his face. America kept firing until Skynet's head detached from its chassis, wires and strange membranes spilling out everywhere. He was choking, then he was sobbing, and couldn't stop. He collapsed, holding his head in his hands, his rifle forgotten by his side. Canada knelt and clasped him in his arms, trembling.
After a few long moments, Canada crawled over to South Africa. She was laying in a heap of blackened limbs, her Armsel Striker still clutched in one hand. She had died with a beatific smile on her face. "She's with her brothers and sisters," he called weakly to America.
Notes:
The title comes from "Post Organic", a song by Decapitated. I also slipped in one little reference from the song with Skynet's 'cyanide blood'.
South Africa and her Neopup and Armsel Striker come courtesy of 5 Weapons that should have been in Transformers 2 (http://www.thefirearmblog.com/blog/2009/07/04/5-weapons-that-shouldve-been-in-transformers-2/). After I read that I couldn't resist having a crazed-by-grief South Africa facing Skynet down with a semiautomatic grenade launcher.
Skynet's HUD readings are based on screencaps of Terminator HUDs from the Terminator Wiki.