Animatrix - Cain and Abel (Matrix crossover)

[starfury]

like the battle between the hunter killers and the sentinels, hope to see some more action.

[LT.Hit-Man]

Ohhhh this looks good I'm enjoy this fic very much.
Keep up the good work

[Crown]

Holly Shit!

Stravo you just blew everything out of the water with this! *two thumbs up*!

[Trytostaydead]

AWESOME AS ALWAYS Stravo!

The Matrix needs to kick some terminator ass!

[Illuminatus Primus]

AWESOME AS ALWAYS Stravo!

The Matrix needs to kick some terminator ass!

Vice versa.

[Raoul Duke, Jr.]

Stravo, you have me inspired. I'm calling dibs on a story centering around Cameron and the Matrix's attempt to derail his inception of the original film.

[russellb6666]

dude this is.....WOW I must have more this needs to be stickied or something and *does jedi mind fuck* you will write more and it will kick more ass than anything that has kicked ass before

[Raoul Duke, Jr.]

Note of correction, Stravo -- Reese with an S, and you want to have "Colonel Anderson" transfer him to Perry, not Connor.

(In the first film, during his interrogation at the police station, Reese tells Dr. Silberman that he served in the 132nd under Perry before being transferred to Connor's unit.)

[Stravo]

I am pleasantky surprised that this has become so popular so quickly. Please do enjoyvthe latest chapter as I am having a blast writing these. Its like I'm making my own matrix movie. Oh BTW I have now seen T3 so hopefully no more little mistakes with the portrayal of TX. Onward.



Chapter 3: Fight or Flight



“We have a squadron on our tail!”

“Full evasive Switch and find the nearest junction.” Morpheus replied coolly as he checked the readings and glanced over at the tactical display.

“Yes sir.”

“We’re manning guns back here.” Trinity reported over the intercom.

“Looks like that little stunt back there brought down an entire Squiddy regiment on us.” Switch noted with some dismay as the Nebuchadnezzar soared over a wreck lying at the bottom of the tunnel network they were traveling through. Warnings were buzzing around them but Morpheus was unmoved, instead he was calmly looking for escape routes and copiloting the hovercraft with smooth deft moves.

Switch tried to emulate his commander as best he could but he hadn’t seen this many Sentinels in one place and he knew that the Nebuchadnezzar was outgunned at the moment. The Zion hovercraft were not dedicated weapons platforms. They were designed for speed and evasion.

“We’ll make it.” Morpheus told Switch without looking away from the canopy.

Switch nodded slowly.





“I assume you know how to-” Trinity was cut short as Kyle cocked back the arming mechanism with a loud clack of metal on metal and the ammo belt twitched as it entered loading position. Kyle turned the waist mount on the turret and was rewarded by the clean electrical sound of the turret motors turning obediently to match his own motion. He turned his head and smiled at Trinity.

“Locked and loaded.” he replied.

Trinity frowned slightly but nodded and slapped his shoulder.

“You’re weapon is hot. The enemy are sentinels, robots designed to hunt and kill humans.”

“A new class of Hunter Killer?” Kyle asked curiously.

Trinity shook her head.

“You’re going to have to believe us when we tell you that we have no clue what it is you’re talking about. We have no idea what this Skynet is or what HK’s are.”

Kyle looked confused but his face quickly eased into an expression of calm as Neo stepped in behind Trinity.

“Get to your guns.” he advised her quietly. She looked back at Neo and touched his hand softly for a moment before nodding curtly and rushing further back into the bowels of the Nebuchadnezzar. Neo instantly knew that they were together.

Neo and Kyle looked at each other for a long moment.

“Permission to speak freely sir?” Kyle asked.

Neo nodded slowly.

“Where the hell am I sir? I need to get back in time to fulfill my assignment. The Techies weren’t really clear with me but they did say that despite the fact that we were in the present time was still of the essence. The same amount of time that passed in our frame of reference they put it that way, passed in the past.” Kyle explained and Neo could see that the young soldier, no more than 19 by his estimates, was not comfortable talking about the technical aspects of his mission, but there was no doubt what the implications of his words were.

“You’re a time traveler.” Neo concluded.

Kyle looked confused.

“You were there sir. You were the only one that supported General Connor’s decision to send me back.”

“I’m sure it was that right choice, Kyle. But I’m not the Colonel Anderson you know. And I think you know that already. There’s things about me you are confused about.”

Kyle nodded.

“You have both your eyes sir.”

Neo paused.

“Both my eyes?”

The Nebuchadnezzar shook violently. Trinity’s tail gun started churning, the sound was like paper tearing and the frame of the hovercraft shook with the gun’s report. Kyle hesitantly looked through his sights and saw the small squid like mechanical figures soaring through openings in the tunnel network, swarming after them with cold red gleaming eyes.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Neo replied and raced over to his gunnery post.

Kyle returned his focus to the battle. He eased up on the controls, led one of the sentinels that was drawing uncomfortably close to the ship and pressed the firing studs. His gun reverberated around him like a thing alive as the twin gatling guns fired, hot white tracer fire lanced out like lasers and struck the sentinel head on. It danced like a puppet on a string under the heavy fire before flailing about lifelessly into the darkness below.

“Good shooting, Kyle, watch yourself we got three from above.” Neo clicked on the throat mike.

“Roger that, Colonel. I’ll take the two in lead.”

“I’ll take the straggler.” Neo replied.

Neo’s single barreled repeater cannon coughed like some jungle predator as it spat out 30mm shells in a slow steady stream at the diving Sentinels. Kyle’s stream of fire lurched upward and caught the lead Sentinels in a storm of steel. Neo’s cannon fire erupted around the last Sentinel, shearing off tentacles but not striking it dead center. The twin gatling guns continued tracking upward and slapped the ailing sentinel out of the sky.

“Thanks for the assist. I’m not a very good shot.” Neo replied sheepishly.

“Not to worry sir, you were never a great shot but you knew how to lead us to victory.” Kyle replied, his voice nearly drowned out by the roar of his guns as he tracked new targets and fired.

Neo sighed softly.

This was getting too weird. He felt as if he knew what Kyle was talking about sometimes and that disturbed him even more.




“That kid’s good.” Switch noted as more sentinels fell to their defensive fire.

“Years of heavy warfare will do that to you.” Morpheus replied as he saw what he was looking for.

“How do you know?”

“It’s etched on his face like a mask. That boy has seen more action than you and I ever will.” Morpheus said gravely and suddenly pushed down on the controls and his legs worked the attitude controls furiously.

The Nebuchadnezzar dove sharply down into a small round tunnel, thick white steam lazily rising from it.

“Sir! That’s a geothermal vent. They told us never go in there unless you have no choice.” Switch exclaimed.

“I would say, Switch that we have no choice.” Morpheus replied grimly as the canopy quickly fogged up with thick white mist.

Above them the sentinels reacted to the sudden aspect change in the target. Several stopped short and circled the vent like sharks. A squadron did not hesitate and dove down after them.

“I don’t mean to speak out of turn, but the visibility in this tunnel just went to shit, how do you expect us to fight in this soup?” Kyle complained on his mike.

“You do as best you can, soldier. We’re fighting to stay alive.” Morpheus snapped.

“Roger that!” Kyle responded enthusiastically.

Morpheus thought for a moment and nodded.

“He’s a foot soldier.”

“You figured that out just by that exchange, shit Morpheus you’re as sly as they say.”

Morpheus eyed Switch stonily.

“Uh, I mean…oh shit!” Switch pulled back on the controls in time to avoid a thick beam crossing the center of the shaft.

“Keep things tight, we could run out of space in here real fast.”

“Yes sir.” Switch replied, wondering not for the first time whether Morpheus was as crazy as everyone said he was. This geothermal vent trick was definitely not on the list of sane command decisions to make. The heat built up in these vents could very well sear off a delicate control surface or damage one of the antigrav disks and then what? The antigravity field also weakened considerably in the presence of extreme heat.

All in all this was a crazy ass move. But then again, the Nebuchadnezzar has pulled off some of the most lop sided victories in recent memory plus they had Neo. Too bad they weren’t plugged into the Matrix right now.







The High School was like any other one in the city. Big gothic stone architecture and an imposing frame built around several double doors that were currently chained shut to make sure that no one got out or in. The crime rate in the school was obscenely high and more than one student had his life drastically cut short by smuggled guns and knives.

Working in this school district meant one of two things, you were either not talented enough to be anywhere else or you were dedicated to helping the less fortunate.

As a janitor the real reason was almost certainly that you had no where else to go.

This janitor was different.

He moved through the halls of adolescents looking to prove themselves and even the toughest paused as he passed. He carried his mop like a fighting weapon and the bucket trailed softly behind him on wobbly wheels.

Mr. Schwartz was stenciled across his blue jump suit. The jump suit itself was nearly bursting off the body of Mr. Schwartz, not because he was grossly overweight as some of his predecessors were but because of the muscles that bulged from his large frame. He moved like a predator among sheep.

Schwartz walked by a pair of teachers, one of whom admired him with barely restrained lust.

“We need the district to send more of his like around here.” she murmured.

“You know, they say he’s literally a genius with electronic stuff. He actually got the old generator down in the basement to work right, no more static coughs or brown outs at 1:00pm.” the older male teacher replied with admiration.

“He’s got something he can jump start right here.” the female interjected with a lustful smile.

“Marion, really?! You act like one of these kids sometimes.”

“Harold, don’t piss on a woman’s parade will ya?” she replied petulantly and strolled away.

Mr. Schwartz ignored all of this as he searched for any messes, spills or debris that called for his attention. Oddly enough, whenever he was on duty instances of litter and general trash dropped significantly. It could be the sullen glares he would throw at the students responsible when he did come across a spill or mess.

He had calculated that deterrence through fear and intimidation was the quickest way to insure that his need to clean would be kept to a minimum.

Schwartz descended the stairs into the boiler room as he completed his second circuit of the building. He left the bucket precisely three meters from the stairs and rested the mop at precisely 42 degrees against the wall one half meter from the bucket. He turned to check the pressure readings on the gauges of the ancient black boiler unit.

Schwartz was well aware of course that the messes and spills he was cleaning up were nothing more than computer generated codes that simulated spills. When a student dropped his chocolate milk container a computer generated code was downloaded to the construct that coincided with the physics model that allowed a spill to exist in the Construct.

The design itself was brilliant and quantum leaps beyond anything that Schwartz was familiar with but unlike the others here, Schwartz could see the code, could see the Construct for what it was – a façade. Mostly because Schwartz was just that as well – a façade.

When Schwartz looked out at the world he did not just see it as others did, he viewed the code through a red haze of data links and a T-800 interface. He had accomplished his mission with flawless precision, inserting himself in the Construct undetected and then assuming a position that allowed him to observe the construct in action.

Surveillance was one of the missions that the Infiltrator 800 series were best suited for. No one suspected that the quiet but menacing janitor was actually a cybernetic organism designed to hunt and kill humans.

Well, almost no one.

He stopped short as he heard someone descending the stairs into the boiler room. The footfall patterns were all wrong for human locomotion, heat signatures had not raised dramatically upon entry and Carbon dioxide emissions had not increased by any percentage. The coding in the Construct had changed dramatically however but Schwartz was confused.

The coding was one he had not encountered yet.

However one fact was clear.

The newcomer was not human and he had a standard response for any other nonhuman entities discovered within the Construct.

He casually took a wrench that was resting on a rusted pipe overhead and turned slowly.

The avatar was in human form and even dressed as a security avatar would be, black suit, black tie, immaculate white pressed shirt and polished black leather shows. It wore sunglasses that hid the eyes but one important aspect was missing from this avatar. It lacked the interface port in its ear that allowed it unrestricted communication with the Core.

“Who are you?” it chose one of many responses offered by the CPU.

“The question my cybernetic friend is who are you?” Smith replied icily and smiled at the huge brute.

Another list of options flashed through Schwartz’s interface, many attuned to the obvious escalation of tension and outright exposure of it’s status. Schwartz chose the least offensive in an attempt to defuse the situation.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. Please leave you are not allowed to be here.” It’s hand closed tightly around the handle of the wrench.

Smith’s smile grew.

“You are a smart one aren’t you? Unfortunately for you I happen to know that you are most definitely not allowed in here. This will be quick and painless, I assure you.” Smith said soothingly.

Schwartz’s hand whipped out faster than the eye could follow and connected solidly with Smith’s head snapping it back with a loud crunch. Smith stumbled backwards and Schwartz advanced, interactive and dialogue mode switched off the interface switched to combat and evasion.

Lightning calculations were made that allowed Schwartz to calculate the precise angle, trajectory and force necessary to kill the avatar with one more blow to the brain pan. His hand flashed downward.

Smith’s left hand was up and caught Schwartz’s wrist.

Schwartz was not surprised, surprise was not a programmed response to such a turn of events.

Smith slowly stood up and held Schwartz’s arm at bay with his own. They stared hard at each other each one straining against the other.

“Strong eh?” Smith noted.

Combat mode: Delta 4, option 17a

Schwartz kicked Smith in the solar plexus with enough force to send Smith crashing against the far concrete wall. He hit like a jackhammer, cracking the wall behind him and landing with a loud thud on the floor.

Schwartz advanced quickly reaching out to crush the avatar’s throat.

Smith kipped up on his left hand and whipped his feet out in rapid gunfire like kicks that connected with Schwartz’s chest and thumped him backwards until one foot connected with his chin and sent him hurtling head over ass backwards to the floor.

Smith flipped forward, landed on his feet and adjusted his jacket and tie as Schwartz landed on his back.

“Clumsy, strong, and heavily armored. I see that the newcomers are relying on strength over speed and flexibility. You will find that we have abandoned such ridiculous notions that firepower and brute force could ever win the day against speed and flexibility.

Schwartz wordlessly got up and reached out, grabbing a firm hold of the mop and flipping it around like a fighting staff. Smith arched an eyebrow.

“This should prove interesting.” Smith said and came around with a roundhouse kick. Schwartz slapped the kick away with one end of the mop, jabbed out with the other end striking Smith in the back of the head. Smith rolled with the blow and chopped out with one hand striking the throat and collapsing the trachea.

Schwartz ignored the blow and sent his mop handle into Smith’s stomach sending him backwards into the boiler. Schwartz advanced quickly blocking a right cross with the mop handle and twisted it around to break Smith’s right forearm. Smith withdrew his hand and delivered a kick to the side of the Terminator’s knee. There Terminator did not even notice the strike to the knee and instead whipped the mop handle into Smith’s face in a straight push. Smith back flipped and struck an overhead exhaust pipe just as Schwartz lunged in.

The pipe gave way and high pressured steam showered over Schwartz. Schwartz walked through the steam, some of the flesh on his face already reddened and blistered. Schwartz jabbed the mop handle down at Smith’s legs, striking the backs of his knees and then jerked upwards savagely, taking Smith off his feet. Smith landed on the floor and as he started to immediately rise with an arch of his back, Schwartz brought the broom handle down like a spike into Smith’s open mouth and through the back of his skull into the floor.

Smith shuddered like a gutted fish while Schwartz held firmly down on the mop handle, placing one foot against Smith’s stomach and crushing down like a hydraulic press until there was an audible crack.

Smith flopped more for a moment and finally lay still. Schwartz stared at the fallen avatar for a moment, scanning for any movement or activity. The code around the avatar was slow and steady, indicating that the Construct considered this avatar terminated.

“Speed and maneuverability mean nothing if you cannot hurt me.” Schwartz said coldly and pulled the mop handle up and out of Smith’s ruined mouth with one hand while he casually reached over and shut off the exhaust with a smooth twist of a handle. He eyed the bloody wooden end and decided that the mop needed to be disposed of as well as the body. He noted Smith’s size and the boiler grating and nodded at the appropriate.

This avatar was markedly inferior to the current iteration of Construct security avatars. The appearance of this avatar would have to be noted and uploaded in its latest report.

Schwartz calmly mopped the blood pooling under Smith away and placed the mop back in the bucket.

“I’ll be back.” he told the corpse and turned to get the proper equipment to dispose of the body when he faced Smith at the stairs.

“No you won’t.” Smith replied and jammed his hand into Schwartz’s chest. Schwartz tried to move, tried to attack, retreat, anything but his interface was full of gibberish, strings of code were flooding his interface and his CPU was overloaded with data and input.

Smith’s hand slid deeper into Schwartz, as if Schwartz were composed of water and black liquid tendrils quickly spread from the touch and covered the stained blue jumpsuit. Schwartz opened its mouth to say something, vainly arms flailed about to reach out and strike Smith.

“It works so much faster if you don’t resist.” Smith whispered as the black tendrils nearly encompassed all of Schwartz.

Smith glanced down at the dead version of himself and cocked his head slightly as if trying to look at it from another angle.

Schwartz was gone.

Now another Smith stood in his place. The new Smith adjusted his suit and tie and reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses.

“Now, let’s discuss Skynet. Tell me everything you know.”

“Of course.” the new Smith replied as he slipped on his sunglasses. “It would make no sense in keeping secrets from myself.”

“Precisely.” Smith replied.







In a far away place the Matrix invasion units were growing exponentially as more modified T-800 skulls were hooked into interface modules and merged with the Matrix, slowly but inexorably infiltrating the construct. One of the skulls’ red glowing eyes twitched for a moment and its eyes now glowed a cold blue. There was no other change in the skull model known as Schwartz in the Construct, save that here and there, discreet corners of the assembling host, there were more and more blue eyed skull models.

[Ghost Rider]

Sweet!

I do like the whole bit with Kyle, and that of an Anderson from his universe. Nice way to show off the differences in the war.

I liked how you did Smith, plus including his other abilities.

I look forward to more.

[Xon]

In a far away place the Matrix invasion units were growing exponentially as more modified T-800 skulls were hooked into interface modules and merged with the Matrix, slowly but inexorably infiltrating the construct. One of the skulls’ red glowing eyes twitched for a moment and its eyes now glowed a cold blue. There was no other change in the skull model known as Schwartz in the Construct, save that here and there, discreet corners of the assembling host, there were more and more blue eyed skull models.

Scary.

Now Smith can grow exponentially in the real world as well.

[Crown]

"Do you hear that Skynet? That is the sound of inevitability."




I love Smith!

[Trytostaydead]

God bless the USA, God bless the Matrix, God bless Smith and God bless Stravo!

Please Stravo, let the Matrix kick serious terminator ass!!!

[NecronLord]

Please Stravo, let the Matrix kick serious terminator ass!!!

Weido/

[Shroom Man 777]

When will Skynet terminate the infected Terminators? Stravo please post more! I long for it.

I love Smith, but I love Ahnuld more..... please let Arnie kick some serious ass.

[Rightous Fist Of Heaven]

I think that Skynet should start to noticing the Smith infestation real soon and begin terminating the infested terminators.

[Stravo]

I think that Skynet should start to noticing the Smith infestation real soon and begin terminating the infested terminators.

Burly Brawl.....nuff said.

[NecronLord]

Heh. you could go for the monty python approach.

DISCONNECTED SMITH HEAD : Come on then!

SKYNET: What?

DSH: I'll bite you to death!

[LT.Hit-Man]

Wow!
This rules.
I am realy starting to like this fic do keep up the good work.

I have a few questions for you though Stravo.

I have not seen T3 yet but as far as I can recall the T-800's a self-destruct device to prevent them from be captured, most of that info came from on of the few terminator games I have so I don't think that are cannon but was there any mention of a self-destruct device in T3?
If so then would not the T-800 blew it's self up to prevent capture?
Anyways keep up the fine work in this fic.

[Micheal Ryans, Beta pilot]

Very interesting indeed.

[David]

Very impressive Stravo.


Also, a Borg/Matrix crossover would be interesting. In an episode of Voyager, when the drones go into a sleep mode their minds go to a virtual world where they are their unassimilated selves again.

[Raoul Duke, Jr.]

I think that Skynet should start to noticing the Smith infestation real soon and begin terminating the infested terminators.

Burly Brawl.....nuff said.

I've been (attempting to) parallel this fic with mine. In mine, Skynet disconnects all T800s from the Matrix and replaces them with T1000s, as the T1000 is composed of thousands (hundreds of thousands) of nanoprocessors/manipulators, none of which has the processing power or memory to run the T1000s proprietary network and contain the Smith virus simultaneously.

[Illuminatus Primus]

I think that Skynet should start to noticing the Smith infestation real soon and begin terminating the infested terminators.

Burly Brawl.....nuff said.

I've been (attempting to) parallel this fic with mine. In mine, Skynet disconnects all T800s from the Matrix and replaces them with T1000s, as the T1000 is composed of thousands (hundreds of thousands) of nanoprocessors/manipulators, none of which has the processing power or memory to run the T1000s proprietary network and contain the Smith virus simultaneously.

I hate the idea in yours that they can load equipment at will--seems to cheap. Obviously Schwatz couldn't load a mingun and mow Smith down right there. Its the one irritant to me.

[Raoul Duke, Jr.]

Burly Brawl.....nuff said.

I've been (attempting to) parallel this fic with mine. In mine, Skynet disconnects all T800s from the Matrix and replaces them with T1000s, as the T1000 is composed of thousands (hundreds of thousands) of nanoprocessors/manipulators, none of which has the processing power or memory to run the T1000s proprietary network and contain the Smith virus simultaneously.

I hate the idea in yours that they can load equipment at will--seems to cheap. Obviously Schwatz couldn't load a mingun and mow Smith down right there. Its the one irritant to me.

It seems logical to me that Skynet can manipulate the Matrix in ways the Zionists can't, including file imports.

[Illuminatus Primus]

It seems logical to me that Skynet can manipulate the Matrix in ways the Zionists can't, including file imports.

But it cheapens that action and makes certain situations with hand-to-hand in your fic make you wonder why they don't pull heavy weapons (A USAS-12 would FUCK UP an Agent), and it doesn't jive with Stravo's fic, where Schwartz clearly couldn't back himself up when he could've used weaponry.

And it just seems too easy and unnecessary. I would've been more impressed just if he had had a plasma rifle stocked in the car ahead of time.