Author's Note: The series Legends of the Resistance is chronicling the adventures of the Terminator roleplaying group I'm in and currently the leader of. It takes place after Judgment Day, of course, but it doesn't follow TSCC or any of the Terminator movies to any great degree.

As it's been running for three years or more, all the plot differences would take up too much space here. As such, I will give a short 'Previously on Legends of the Resistance' to catch you up every time there's a new fic. It won't be in depth, but will tell you information you need to know to enjoy the fic. If you want to join the group, message me on ffnet (or my tumblr askjashconnor) and we'll see how everything turns out.

Previously on Legends of the Resistance: Martin "Marty" Bedell left Jash Connor in charge of the Los Angeles Resistance while he helps the Resistance over in Europe. He did so since Jash was the leader of the Resistance, after John Connor died, in her original timeline. Tyler Saldecki has found a strange Terminator that Jash has assigned him the task of finding out about it.

Main Characters That Appear:

Jash Connor- Is a Xeno Terminator Model. Former wife of John Connor and leader of the Resistance. Currently in charge of the Los Angeles branch of the Resistance. Has a son/daughter. Dating Martin "Marty" Bedell.

Sirrush: A dragon, first of The Dragon Division, and has two parts. A humanoid part called Elder and a miniature dragon part called Younger. They are connected psychically to each other.

Serina: Jash Connor's personal AI. Can be sarcastic at times.

Marcus: A Resistance Fighter who is always ready to fight and likes to face death on a daily basis.

Tyler Saldecki: A Resistance fighter that keeps to himself most of the time. Currently dating Kara.

ED-E: Tyler Saldecki's robot/AI

Ellen Reese: Sister of Derek and Kyle Reese. Can fight but is also a medic. Birdy is her nickname.

Jash Connor's Point of View

I felt nervous and why wouldn't I? It had been a long time since I had lead the Resistance and I felt rusty. Many of my fellow fighters knew me as the one odd Terminator that liked to joke. That seemed to always have a witty comment and would seem to appear out of nowhere. To be a leader you had to have the respect of your peers, and I didn't know if I had that.

I had Marty's confidence, at least. But I didn't know if that meant much as he was in love with me. And love blinded you to things that would otherwise be obvious. I had found that out the hard way. I had crashed and burned my way to that conclusion.

But I was also nervous because of the news I would have to tell. The rumor that I had heard and had no choice but to confirm it. It was too dangerous to be left alone if it were true.

"My comrades," I said, not showing my fears in my body or voice. All the nervousness I felt inside did not reflect outwardly. I had to show confidence to my troops. "You know I am a Xeno. A model created by Skynet to infiltrate and kill."

I heard a few fighters shuffle their feet as they took in this information. Being reminded that they were being lead by a Terminator, who many were used to seeing as the enemy, wasn't comforting. At least Marty had been human before. I had assumed, for a very long time, that I was human. I was proven wrong by Cameron. That Cameron I had killed shortly after finding out the truth of my creation. This timeline probably had its own Cameron.

I continued, "I am also able to pass as human as I have no metal remaining in my body. I have gotten reports of a Terminator running around that also doesn't have metal in his body. Meaning that it is possible Skynet is creating more Xenos. It is not confirmed whether these reports are rumors or facts, but we can't take any chances. I need a team to check it out for themselves."

I waited for anyone to reply. I knew that my own child, Sirrush, would come willingly. He had no real choice in the matter. He could decide not to come, but it always turned out his guilt made him follow my orders anyways.

Looking over the crowd I could see Resistance fighters debating amongst themselves. I guessed that many believed the rumor was just a rumor and didn't mean that Skynet had started producing a very unstable Terminator model. I also guessed that the fighters didn't fully trust me yet. I had risked my life for them many a time, but I still wasn't human. I could never be one of them.

And that didn't bother me. I was proud of what I was, even if I hated my creator.

A fighter finally stepped forward. His outward expression was nearly emotionless. It was almost like a Terminator's face. But there were signs of emotions that only a human could have hiding deep beneath the skin.

I turned my attention to him and only him. "Yes, Tyler Saldecki?" I asked.

"I volunteer." Tyler replied in a tone that knew no other answer. That didn't know how someone could deny giving this mission a chance.

That made me proud because the Resistance could still produce gems like this. Gems that would not back down for any reason.

Instead of announcing how much joy I felt, I merely nodded. It wouldn't be good to show too much excitement. I had to hold back my instinct to jump in joy that people were actually following me again.

"Thank you." I said and looked over the room. "Anyone else?"

As Tyler lit his cigar another fighter walked up beside him. This soldier showed in every feature that he considered himself to be above everyone else. Above any enemy that would dare attack him. He had been in many close encounters with death, but always walked away alive.

"I'm in." Marcus said. His voice laced with confidence.

A smirk came onto my face as I replied, "Of course you are."

"Well, you know me." He said and held up his rifle. I did know him. I knew how annoying his arrogance could be, but he always had my back. Our love hate relationship was one of the worst, or best depending on your point of view, that the world had yet seen.

"Don't forget me." Ellen Reese said as she walked up. While we didn't have the best of relationships, I always liked when she was at my side. She had helped restore most of my memory when an experiment had gone wrong. "You can count on me."

"I'm glad you're in, Ellen," I said as I tried to keep a large smile from coming onto my face. I didn't want to admit to her that she meant a lot to me. "I guessed you would volunteer but I wanted to make sure you wanted in. Don't want you angry and then getting Marty on my ass when he gets back."

When I realized no one else was going to volunteer, I dismissed every one. No need to waste valuable time.