Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160625020659/@comment-26826553-20160701101012

Terminator: *leaps off of the rocket* It is my mission to protect you-

Carrie: Then let me come with you!

Terminator: The only way you can remain safe is to be far from us for now. You too have a duty, Carrie Myers. You are to remain in the world of the living & stay to fight on for the sake of the safety of Suburbia. The mission has a 96.4% chance to get you killed in the end, which will render my programmed mission as a fail.

(Adamantium hyperalloy encompasses celestial bronze, imperial gold, stygian iron, bla bla bla, so a punch from a terminator can kill ghosts like Carrie)

Ewen: He's saying you should "live" (remain a ghost) & fight another day, Carrie, please, just quit arguing!

Carrie: *eyes go wet, & she hugs Pops tightly (even though Pops still can't get the concept of hugging someone when they have to part ways), sobbing hard* Please promise me you'll be back, Pops, please.

Terminator: *leaf traces & wipes a tear off of Carrie's cheek*

(Silence. All the noise around them seemed to blur out due to the moment.)

Terminator: I'll be back. *releases hug & goes back up the rocket* Hasta la vista, baby.

Carrie: Take care, Pops! *goes to join MRF & Co. as the rocket blasts off*

Ewen: So, do you have a car or a chopper or drilling machine or what, guys? Because we really need to get our a**es out of here...

Carrie: We have an RV. And Ms. MRF probably has her own vehicle.

Ewen: Oh, right...So, where shall we go, huh?

Carrie: Far far away...But let's save some sleeping people first, shall we?

Xenomorph horde: SCREEECH!!!

Reprogrammed terminator army: *still clashing with the Xenochompers in various parts of the city*

Dark: This is it...

Marcus: Time to kill the perpetrators.

Terminator: *controls the rocket & forces it to a sharp curve*