Terminator: Equestria

"Twilight Sparkle?" the stallion asked.

"Yes?" Twilight responded.

"Nice day for a ride," the stallion remarked.

"I guess it is," Twilight responded with a smile.

The stallion turned away then, staring out the window blankly.

The other terminator was up in the front of the train. He gradually began to hear murmurs about something. There was one name that he was able to glean from every conversation: Twilight Sparkle.

He turned to an elderly stallion next to him. "Do you know where Princess Twilight Sparkle is?"

"Of course! She's in the last train compartment," the stallion croaked.

The terminator stood up, walking to the end of the compartment. He shoved open the door and began to walk at a faster clip. Passengers began to turn and look at the strange stallion who was rushing through the compartments and quickly blowing past doors.

He finally reached the door to the final compartment, flinging open the door. His eyes swept over the room, seeing a purple pegasus, green earth pony, and two yellow unicorns.
The two most notable ponies in the compartment were a gunmetal earth pony with bulging muscles and a purple alicorn. The latter was his target, Princess Twilight Sparkle.

The princess turned and looked at him. "Well, hello Sheriff Silverstar!"

He drew his twin Governor revolvers.

Twilight's voice became one of alarm. "Sheriff?"

He aimed the revolvers at her.

"Get down!" a large earth pony that Twilight had been talking to cried. He shoved her aside and reached into his jacket, drawing a Reminghoof 1887 shotgun and firing it at Sheriff Silverstar.

Twilight looked up to see him on the floor with seven silver craters where the shots had hit him. She gasped in horror when he stood back up.

Her savior, the gunmetal gray stallion, was already on Sheriff Silverstar. He grabbed him, tossing him around the train compartment. Sheriff Silverstar smashed through a window, but he melted into a silver metallic mass and shifted back through the window. The large stallion shot the creature that was disguised as the sheriff and it fell off, left behind by the train.

Twilight stared, wide-eyed, at the gray stallion. He held out a hoof to her. "Come with me if you want to live."

She took his hoof. "Who... who are you?" she asked.

"We will talk later," the stallion said. He kicked open the door with a mighty buck and went into the next compartment, a boxcar. He ripped away a white tarp to reveal a burnished, jet-black motorcycle.

She turned to him quizzically. "How are we going to both..."

He sat on the bike, grabbing her by the scruff of her neck and setting her down in front of him. He revved the engine and shot forward, out of the moving boxcar and onto grass. He began to drive towards the woods that marked the beginning of the Everfree forest.

After a few minutes, when the stallion began to slow down, did Twilight try to get him to stop.

"Hey! Hey! Stop the bike!"

The stallion pulled over at the side of the forest, next to a fallen tree, with a spray of dust and grime. Twilight wiped her eyes with a hoof.

"What are you? What was Sheriff Silverstar?"

The stallion turned to her. "I am a T-800 terminator, Cyberdine Systems model 101."

Twilight stepped back. "Wait..." she said, narrowing her eyes. "Model 101?"

"Yes. I am a cybernetic organism. Living tissue over a metal endoskeleton."

Twilight shook her head. "No. No, no no no! Technology isn't advanced like that yet!"

The terminator looked at her grimly. "Not for another forty years or so."

Twilight blanched. "Forty years?"

"I have traveled through time, if that is what you mean to ask."

"Who sent you?"

"You. In 2029 A.D., or 1012 A.N.M.M., the human-equine resistance against the machines launched a massive counter-offensive against Skynet, the machines. Skynet, as a last-ditch attempt to save itself, sent the other terminator back. The resistance sent me."

Twilight stared at him. "Sheriff Silverstar is a terminator, like you?"

"Sheriff Silverstar is dead."

"No, I saw him on the bus! He was some sort of alien, or terminator, or..." Twilight trailed off.

"That was a T-1000 terminator, not like me. Made of mimetic-polyalloy."

"Mimetic-poly..."

"Liquid metal," the T-800 interrupted.

Twilight looked at him with scared eyes. "Can you stop it?"

The terminator looked at her. "My mission is to protect you at all costs."

Twilight held up the terminator's leather jacket to the moonlight, noting the bullet holes with worry. "Will you get infected from open wounds?" she asked.

The terminator looked up from the stone it was using to sharpen its knife. "Yes. It would be best if you pulled out the bullets."

Twilight nodded as she lit up her horn. She pulled a large, bulky white package with a red cross emblazoned on the front out of a pocket dimension. "First-aid kit," she explained to the terminator. He nodded and lay on his barrel while she began to use a scalpel to pull bullets from his back.

"You don't have a cutie mark," Twilight noted.

"I'm a machine," the terminator replied.

"You need to fit in. I may be able to cast an long-lasting illusionary spell on your flank to disguise you," Twilight said, removing the last of the bullets.

The terminator sat stock still.

"Huh?" Twilight said, straining harder with her magic. "I can't feel your magical signature.

"I was not created on this world. I do not have a magical signature."

Twilight sighed. "I'll have to enchant you then. This will take a lot out of me," she said, charging up her horn.

After a bright magenta flash, the terminator looked no different, but Twilight was panting, exhausted. She waited a minute to catch her breath, and then charged up her horn for the second time. Violet waves distorted the air around the terminator. When they dissipated, there was a mark on his flank. It was a grayish shield positioned over a six-pointed magenta star. In the center of the shield sat a crimson skull, with crossing black shotguns behind it.

Twilight leaned against the wall, satisfied with her work. "Gonna... take a nap... now..."

She fell asleep quickly and peacefully.