Also, SM/Terminator series doenst mean, you cant 
make your own play on the sitautions. I have read the one
SM/Terminator fic, and a bit more serious approach on it
would be ' interesting' to read to.

Have you read Ken Wolfe's "Kiss of the Enemy"?  While not
Terminator, but a different hi-tech, depressing series, this story
is _very_ serious.

But on the subject of lighter series...

- - - - - - - - - - - -
Mirai Ozora was shopping.  Not that this was unusual; what was unusual was
that she'd dragooned both her brothers into coming along.  Hiroshi, her
older
brother, was whining and uncomfortable; Nozomu, her younger brother, was
grinning ear-to-ear as he used his datapad's newest feature to peep into
changing rooms.  Mirai "ooh'd" and "aah'd" over the newest fashions in the
women's clothing section of her favorite department store.

Suddenly a hole opened in the air in the middle of the store and a metallic
intruder stepped out.  It momentarily surveyed its surroundings, including
the dozens of women perusing the aisles of clothes.  It picked the nearest
woman up by the neck and asked "What are this world's defenses?"

"Mo..."  The woman gasped out while choking.

"Moldiver," offered Hiroshi.

"METAMORFORCE!" added Mirai from within a changing booth.

Nozomu agreed with Mirai from within another.

The Terminator found itself several miles high in the atmosphere before
it could react, no longer holding onto the woman it had been threatening.
Moldiver II held it by the neck; Moldiver III continued to analyze the
intruder
with its datapad.

"It's just a robot, oneechan.  Don't bother wasting time; just destroy it.
I
think the portal it came through is more interesting."

Moldiver III arrowed back down to the surface of the planet.  The terminator
found it rather difficult to calculate the speed involved, and even more
difficult to imagine how living organisms could survive the acceleration.

Mirai tried to break the terminator in half, but found it flowing through
her
hands like mercury.  She shrugged, then used her remaining hold to drag
the terminator outside the atmosphere.

"Do I still have all of you?  Looks like I do.  Okay, then:  Sun, here we
come."  About eight minutes later, Mirai hovered close enough to the sun
for her purposes.  The terminator's mind boggled at the technology
required to do what it's body had just experienced.  'This defense
completely transcends all laws of physics known to us.'

Mirai tried to throw the terminator into the sun, but found it clinging to
her hand in sheer panic.  She shrugged again, and just dove in herself,
carrying the terminator.  'Impossible....' was the terminator's last
thought.

Fifteen minutes later, Mirai stepped out of the dressing room back in
the department store.  Nozomu was just finishing his analysis of the
portal.  Over his shoulder, Hiroshi looked on, then pointed to something.
Nozomu nodded, then pressed a button.  The portal snapped shut.
"I have the coordinates for the space they came from.  We can go there
and trash them easily if they ever reappear.  And we've learned how to
build inter-dimensional portals into the bargain."

"I doubt they'll return," replied Hiroshi.  "The one message that intruder
got off through the portal sounded rather panicked."

Nozomu grinned.  "Against us?  Are you surprised?"
 
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