Why he wa here could be answered in two short words: John Connor. What John Connor told him to do, he did. John Connor said to get involved, and so here he was. He hadn't been told to talk, of course, but even if he'd had...he wouldn't have done as well with it as he did with suddenly being thrust into war.
The terrain was unfamiliar, but the enemy was not. Another AI, meant to protect, intent on killing all of them. Pointing and shooting, surviving, those things he could do, too.
He didn't think twice about responding to orders. He'd seen much worse than an amputation in the field, even if usually the cauterization didn't occur by eye-beams.
His pulse-rifle was comfortable and familiar in his hand. Using a living being as a shield was less familiar, but apparently he had the durability of a Terminator. There was no other cover to use. The sooner he could shoot the turrents out, the less time he need wonder how wise it was to trust a humanoid shield.
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The terrain was unfamiliar, but the enemy was not. Another AI, meant to protect, intent on killing all of them. Pointing and shooting, surviving, those things he could do, too.
He didn't think twice about responding to orders. He'd seen much worse than an amputation in the field, even if usually the cauterization didn't occur by eye-beams.
His pulse-rifle was comfortable and familiar in his hand. Using a living being as a shield was less familiar, but apparently he had the durability of a Terminator. There was no other cover to use. The sooner he could shoot the turrents out, the less time he need wonder how wise it was to trust a humanoid shield.