Summary While Snake was trying to complete his mission what were the bad guys doing? This is Shadow Moses from the dark side. (a couple new villains added)
Disclaimer Metal Gear belongs to Hideo Kojima. Seraph/Angel, Banshee, and any other unrecognizable persons are my own creations. So if you steal them I'll just have to send my razor-teethed attack dogs after your ass… O.O
Author Note Welcome to my version of Metal Gear. I started out with just one story idea post-Sons of Liberty, but then I decided to jump all the way back to the first game. I liked the idea of having a story from the "bad guys" point of view, so I figured the fist one would be really interesting. I added a few characters, you can either like them or not, it doesn't matter to me because they're just characters like everything else. They're meant to be hated or loved just like normal people.
Although I will basically keep the premise of # 1, when I get to Sons of Liberty the plot is going to change completely! (Come on, even the greatest Metal Gear fans have to admit Substance was seriously lacking…) However, that I will get to another time…
To quote my dear friend Tsugi, "quit your monologue-ing and get on with it!" :
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DARK GLORY
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Chapter One : Insurrection
Shadow Moses Island, Alaska - - Fox Archipelago
Nuclear Weapons Disposal Facility
They had finally taken Shadow Moses. The revolt had been successful. Liquid Snake could be in no higher of spirits. "The plan is in motion." He said, after disconnecting from the negotiators. The hounds were already baying at the door wanting to know what they wanted to make them go away. Idiots. However, he would indulge their little play.
"What did you tell them?" Siobhan Collins inquired, raising his brown eyes to his so-called Boss. He and the only other present FOX-HOUND member - - besides Liquid, of course - - exchanged glances. Both Banshee and Ocelot knew the question was a dumb one, but if someone didn't ask Liquid would probably through a fit about how no one else seemed to care about what was going on around there. Spoiled brat.
"What I said I was going to tell them," Liquid answered in that condescending tone of his. It was that quasi-fake accent that sent unpleasant shivers through your head. Made you want to put a bullet in his - - at least that's what Seraph always said, behind Liquid's back.
"You actually told them that if they didn't hand Big Boss's body over in 24 hours then we would send a nuclear surprise their way." Banshee smirked, then shook his head. Frankly he would have thought of something a little bit more believable. Who took over a disposal factory just to get someone's dead body? Oh well… Everyone knew Liquid was just a little bit eccentric.
"Not in so many words, but yes, of course that's what I told them… not like it would matter anyway what reason I gave for being here. They would have to buy whatever I said lest they risk a catastrophe."
Catastrophe. Big word for you Liquid. Banshee thought, not being able to help that contagious way of thinking Seraph had. Unfortunately she had a habit of mouthing off her opinion way too bluntly. She would probably already be on a stone slab if it wasn't for her teacher.
"Yes. They wouldn't dare try to touch us here without knowing if we have the power to destroy them." Ocelot commented.
"Well, you know some people," Banshee pointed out, "they're stupid. Even pros fuck up every now and then."
"Not these pros." Liquid said thoughtfully. "Speaking of pro, where's your protégé, Ocelot? I thought I saw her somewhere in the second floor basement a while back."
"She hasn't radioed in for a while." Ocelot lied. Seraph had told him to, for reasons of her own. She was busy setting something up. What it was he didn't know; she wouldn't say. Although she kept few secrets from him, there were times when she shut off.
"Too bad." Liquid muttered, "I was hoping to see that adorable little kitten soon."
NOTE: A Seraph, from Seraphim, is a type of Angel, so Seraph will also be called Angel from time to time. Just wanted to let you know in case you didn't already.
Banshee rolled his eyes. If Angel had been there Liquid would have got a right good bitching, leader or no. Then, as if on cue the door across the room slid open with a clank, revealing a dark figure against the bright florescent lights behind it.
Angel. She was in her usual attire: camouflage fatigues that were a little too loose around the waist, heavy boots, a black tee-shirt that was a little snug around the top. Sunglasses adorned the top of her head, nestled in her crimson-brown hair. Her emerald green eyes, so shockingly vivid that many thought they were fake, swept the room. Loud music blasted out from the headphones stuck in her ears.
Suddenly there was silence as she switched the player off, and she said in a deadpan tone, "meow." Her eyes looked humorlessly upon the group. They rested on Ocelot and she nodded. He returned the gesture, and the other two ignored it. Teacher and student had a silent code they spoke sometimes. After knowing someone for as long as those two had they were bound to know what the other was thinking sometimes.
"Don't call me kitten anymore, Liquid." Seraph growled as she brushed past the leader. "I bite."
Liquid started to say something, but Banshee cut him off, knowing that anything he said - - especially with that look on his face - - was going to provoke Seraph into an unneeded argument. "Any news about our melee-happy friend, Angel?"
"No." She was serious again as she leaned against one of the computer consoles beside Ocelot. Liquid would stay away from her that way. "Nothing about that Ninja intruder of ours. However, I just came to inform you two F-16's just took off from Galena and are headed this way." She looked at Liquid. "Thought you would want to know."
"Absolutely." He nodded, a strange look passing over his face. The other three could tell many thoughts were blinking inside his head. "They've got to be sending him then. They wouldn't risk doing anything unless it was for distraction." He was talking about Solid Snake, the legendary, the infamous, the most raved about soldier in FOX-HOUND outside of Big Boss himself. "I'll go take care of this." He turned and strode toward the door. "Behave and be a good kitty, Seraph."
"Me?" Angel asked, feigning innocence.
Liquid warned, "You."
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Seraph waited until he had left to blow up. "ASSHOLE!" She screeched, her hand grabbing the gun from the holster that was hanging askew off her hip. She raised it toward the door and fired, the shot echoing through the room.
Banshee instinctually ducked. An unhappy Angel was a very dangerous thing. The bullet ricocheted off the door and around the room, striking a computer screen and shattering the glass before finally stopping its escapade.
"I don't think the computer deserved that." Banshee cracked, standing back up.
"It was broken anyway. It kept blinking weird colors." She argued, slumping backward. "I swear if he calls me kitten, or kitty, or anything that can be found in a thesaurus next to 'adorable' again I'm going to splatter his brains on the wall." She paused. "And that would make me feel bad - - these are nice walls…"
"Patience. You're twenty-five, and you're still acting like a child." Ocelot said, taking only brief humor from his apprentices outburst. "Just put up with him for a little while. After that you can do whatever you want…"
"Why do we have to put up with him at all. We've already got the base…" She grumbled.
"He might still as yet be useful to us."
"Target practice?" Seraph asked hopefully. She got 'the look.' "I guess that's a no."
"No…at least not yet."
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Banshee studied his female FOX-HOUND colleague. Seraph seemed to be too restless for his tastes. She was making him nervous. "Angel, what are you up to?" He asked finally, pushing off the wall and walking toward her. He stopped just inches from her and looked down into her eyes. "Angel…answer me." He prompted when she ignored him.
"What do you mean, Collins?" She asked, addressing him with his surname instead of his codename. She only did that when she was annoyed with him. "I'm not up to anything, except being bored and sitting around having to listen to that idiot yap about his asinine plans." She gestured to the door where Liquid had just left. "Are you accusing me of something?" She stood completely up, sliding off the computer table.
She was trying to be intimidating, but unfortunately at five-four, compared to his six-two, she was anything but. Only those who had gone up against her feared her - - if they survived. Banshee knew he had nothing to be afraid of. No matter how unhappy she got with him she would never harm him… at least not fatally. "Calm down, I'm not accusing you of anything. I just know something's going on other than 'boss's' plan." Boss meaning Liquid. He spoke the term with condescension. He liked Liquid about as much as Seraph, which was hardly at all.
"Meaning?"
"Oh come on." He waved his hand, turning his gaze on Ocelot. "Liquid may not get it, but I noticed. You always know where she is… even if you don't know what she's doing. Apparently there was a reason you were keeping it from Mr. Omniscient." Once again he was referring to Liquid. Sometimes Banshee seriously believed Liquid thought he was God, or something like that.
Seraph smirked. "You know, Siobhan, I must have missed how perceptive you are. Do you really want to know?" Banshee nodded. Seraph looked over at Ocelot, "and you're going to want to hear this."
"Go on."
"I've been placing sensors. Innocent little things, but with them we can track anyone that's been marked." She informed.
"Marked?" Banshee inquired. This was interesting. He wouldn't have thought of that.
"Little transmitters. You can barely see them. You have one on right now. I placed it on you when we first got here, already knowing it was going to come into use. Not only will they help me keep track of you, but…" She pulled out a small device from her pocked and pushed a button. In seconds she they heard the sounds of water, and voices in the background.
"Wait, radios?" Banshee was really impressed.
"Mirage made them for you, didn't she?" Ocelot asked. Vertigo Mirage was an electronics expert on their own team outside FOX-HOUND. She had not joined them at Shadow Moses due to other priorities. She and Seraph had been friends since they were twenty.
"Yup. Each transmitter has its own separate frequency. A lot like a codec." Seraph answered, reaching out her free hand to poke at a button on his chest. "That's yours. I replaced it last week."
"Aren't you glad you're not enemies, Revolver?" Banshee's lips quirked into a grin, "she could really get you with that mind of hers."
The older man laughed, placing a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "Why do you think I chose her to be my student." He said. The second he saw her he knew she was the perfect one to continue his legacy. Other people had children - - but a child could be so disappointing.
Seraph smiled proudly. She lived to make her master happy with her. Without his guidance she would be nothing. She would have nothing. In fact, she would probably be dead. "Yeah, other than the fact I shoot like a son of a bitch."
"That, too."
Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by a voice coming over the receiver in her hands. Liquid's voice. "Stay alert. He'll be through here…I know it! "
"God, he's talking about Solid again!" Banshee cried.
Seraph slapped her forehead. "When is he going to get over this obsession he has?"
"You know why he's like that, don't you?" Ocelot said.
"Yes," Seraph groaned, turning to him. "Of course I know. You told me, remember?"
Her mentor held up his hands, half-amused with the bite in her tone. "Yes, I remember telling you, I only didn't know whether you remembered. You forget things sometimes."
"Not things like that." She commented.
"I'm going to swat down a couple of bothersome flies." Liquid continued. After that there was the sound of his footsteps and the sounds of an elevator moving toward the surface.
"Well, I guess he's going to take care of those F-16's I told him about." Seraph said. "At least he's got sense enough to do that."
"Hey, Angel, how do you know that Liquid's not got one up on you?"
"That moron?" She jerked her thumb in the general direction of the heliport where Liquid would have been by then. "Come now, Siobhan. You've know me how long? Hopefully by now you would know I cover all my bases."
He nodded. "I sure hope so, or all our gooses are going to be cooked."
"Regular or extra crispy?"
Sorry. This was really short for my usual work. (It tends to be epically long - - or at least that's the way I feel sometimes.) So how do like it so far? Good? Bad? Want to hook me up to a torture machine and zap me a few times? Review. Now…
