Happy Hour!

[protecthefuture]

Sarah was still worried about her son. Not that she didn't think he couldn't take care of himself. Not with Derek and Tin Girl around. He could. Even if he was a bit more... well, there had just been a lot to happen. Heading downstairs from her room, she walked over to Bar to get a drink and ended up with a little note beside it. Raising a brow at the note, she couldn't help but smirk. "Are you sure that's wise?" Another note that simply stated;

You have experience.

There was a lot she had experience in. And the fact that a Bar at the end of the universe knew... it kind of squeaked her. Not by much though. Then again not much did after dealing with the Terminators. Stupid machines she'd been dealing with since before her son's birth. Downing her drink, she walks over and ducks back behind bar and places specials up on the board.

Specials
Caribbean Kiss
Milky Way
Pain Killer

Original Terminator

That last one might be on there because it amuses her. Also because she's had her run in with quite a few of them and the original that had been sent back... It had been sent to kill her. It's a reminder... sort of. Either way it goes...

"Happy Hour Everyone!"


[Tiny Tag:] Sarah J. Connor]

Comments

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you!

"That's... almost... what's the word... when you speculate on things, and life."

[protecthefuture]

"There's a million different words for it. So what did you do before you ended up here?"

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"I..."

Beat.

"I was a test subject."

>.>

[protecthefuture]

She frowns at those words. A test subject... It made a lot of things come to mind. Things she'd rather not remember.

"For who?"

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"A research facility known as Aperture Science Enrichment Center."

A long pause, and a sneer, accompany her next words: "And GLaDOS. Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System."

[protecthefuture]

"Machines?"

That one word question almost seems to be said with a growl. But that growl is light, almost unheard. But anyone close to her would hear it.

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"Machines," Chell answers softly, with a more noticeable growl, and hugs her gun closer.

[protecthefuture]

That has Sarah clenching her fist, nails biting into the palm of her hand. The hatred is clear in her eyes. "Do they look like us? Act like us to blend in?"

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

Quietly: "She's in the Bar. In humanoid form. She didn't have one on my world."

Another beat.

"The Combine are worse. They... they... it's horrible. They take humans. And animals.

Make them drones. Abominations."

And that's just from fact sheets. It's probably a good thing she wasn't here after Gordon left the Citadel.

[protecthefuture]

"I've never heard of them."

Sarah's machines are Terminators. Machines with a hyperalloy battle chasis. With living flesh... hair... all that good stuff on the outside. Even some being more advanced than others. Some have come through time to kill her... some to protect her son.

"But you're alright?"

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"I am, here."

Beat.

"We're staging an invasion of their production center back home.


I hope it goes well."

[protecthefuture]

"If you need help..."

It's the least she can do. She's been up against machines before.

[subject-lj-here.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Chell says, with a grateful smile.

"I'd have to ask my partner, first, though... he's a Marine, and knows more about these things... than I do."