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Martial Terminator

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Skynet sent thousands of T-800 to Terminate John Connor. 99% of them got lost in the Time-Travel. One of those lost T-800 variants finds himself in an unusual world of Martial Art and Cultivation instead of 1980s LA. The Prime Directive is still active, find a way to return to 1980s LA and Kill John Connor.
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Chapter 1 - Need more Data.

The night was dark. Rain fell hard from the sky. A storm raged in the Four Eternities Jungle.

CRACK! THUNDER!

A blue lightning from beyond the clouds hit a tree and it split in half. But the lightning did not disappear. It grew into a ball of blue energy. Then, the ball of energy vanished leaving a silhouette of a muscular naked man on his knees where the ball had been.

The T-800 stood up. His movements were precise and accurate. Rain washed over his body. His eyes faintly glowed red as he scanned the area. He needed information because this was not the destination he was supposed to be.

[System Online]

[Primary Mission: Terminate John Connor]

[Secondary Mission: Assist T-1000 in terminating John Conner. Locate T-1000. Evaluate progress.]

[Scanning for T-1000 signal... Failed.]

[Switching to local data collection.]

[Scanning radio waves... No signals detected.]

The T-800's night vision saw through the darkness. He focused on a small plant moving in the wind.

[Analyzing plant life...]

[Result: Unknown species. Not in the database.]

He focused on another plant.

[Analyzing plant life...]

[Result: Unknown species.]

He scanned a large tree. The result was the same. T-800 bent down. He scooped up wet soil with his hand. His eyes scanned the dirt.

[Analyzing soil composition...]

[Result: 20% known elements match database. 80% unknown.]

T-800 stood up. He moved his head left, then right. His sensors gathered all information he could.

[Calculating environmental data.]

[Atmospheric pressure: Unstable.]

[Gravity: 9.8 m/s². Match.]

[Oxygen level: 28%. Higher than database average.]

[Conclusion: Location Not earth, unknown. More data required.]

[Need More Data. Need More Data.]

T-800's internal computer, the neural engine, worked hard.

The T-800 looked around. He calculated the best path to take. He began to walk forward. The giant trees and heavy rain were new variables. His data drives recorded everything. Rain poured down on his naked body. He did not feel cold. He did not feel anything at all.

He kept walking.

His sensors detected an object in the mud ahead.

The T-800 walked to the object. He picked it up. It was a human skull.

[Scanning object...]

[Result: Humanoid skull.]

[Need More Data.]

The T-800 looked at the skull. He used his fingers to pull out a tooth. A very small piece of old flesh was attached. The T-800 put the flesh in his mouth. His internal sensors analyzed it.

[Analyzing DNA...]

[Result: Human genome detected. 93% match the database.]

[Anomaly: Bone structure is 150% denser than the average human.]

[Need More Data.]

The T-800 dropped the skull. He continued walking forward. He followed a logical path through the jungle. Soon, he found more bones. They were scattered on the ground.

[Scanning new evidence...]

[DNA matches previous sample. Single male human.]

[Analysis: Marks of physical trauma detected on bones.]

[Analysis: Bite marks confirmed.]

[Conclusion: The human was killed and eaten by a large animal.]

The T-800 left the bones. He moved on. The rain did not stop. It did not slow the T-800 down. He found more bones from different humans and animals. He collected data from all of them.

His mission was still to find John Connor. This world had no information about him. But the T-800 is a terminator. He does not feel stress. He does not feel defeat. He will follow his programming. He will complete his mission.

No matter the cost, no matter the time. He will find a way.

He walked forward without stopping. He found tracks in the mud. He followed the tracks of animals and humans. The tracks led to the mouth of a large cave. New information entered his sensors.

[Scent detected: Human blood. Recent.]

The T-800 walked into the cave. He was naked. He showed no fear. He showed no caution. His scanners mapped the inside of the cave.

[Human footprints detected on cave floor.]

The T-800 saw many footprints in the mud. He walked forward at a steady speed. Deeper inside, his sensors detected light. He also detected sounds.

[Light source detected: Fire.]

[Sound detected: Possible human voices.]

The T-800 continued to walk. He made very little noise. Suddenly, the voices stopped. The T-800 did not stop. He walked toward the light.

He entered a large open area inside the cave. A fire burned in the center. The fire showed many dead bodies on the ground. A pile of bones was in one corner. A pile of metal scrap was in another.

"Hahahaha! The Uru Buddha has sent us a large, succulent meal tonight!" one of the men shouted from the shadows.

A group of men walked out. The T-800 had already seen them with his heat vision. There were seven of them.

The leader of the group walked toward the T-800. He was a very large man. He smiled like a child with a new toy. He pulled out a sharp dagger and licked his lips. His teeth were sharp, like an animal's.

"Your clothes. Give them to me. Now," the T-800's voice was flat, deep, and with a thick Austrian accent.

The cave was silent for a moment. Then, all the men started laughing loudly.

"What was that noise?" one of them asked. "Is he a Northern barbarian?"

"He must be new," another sneered. "Just got tossed into this fate forsaken Boundless Seal Realm, I bet."

[Analyzing language. Does not match database.]

The leader came closer. He looked at the T-800's large, naked muscles, his tongue salivating. "Do you not speak the common language?" he asked.

[Analyzing language. Does not match database.]

[Searching for closest match... Mandarin Chinese. 91% similarity.]

[Switching language module.]

"Your clothes. Give them to me. Now," the T-800 tried again. This time, he spoke in perfect Mandarin, slightly mimicking the leader's accent.

The men laughed again, louder this time.

"Boss, look! He's copying you!" one of them pointed out. Everyone laughed.

"You forgot to say please," the leader smirked maliciously. He gently sliced the T-800's naked chest with his sharp knife. He made a long, thin cut. He expected to see blood, pain, and a scream he could enjoy.