Area: Autonomous Zone of Estonia

Time: 2100 hours

Date: March 5th, 2015

In the world there were people who were perceptive, of one another, who knew of the true threat's that went between both Assassin and Templar. Common enemies and a fight that hasn't even ended in the slightest. One waging for control, and one waging for allowing people to make their own choices. Yet still have some sort of control, in truth there could've been a balance between both these groups. Though the amount of irreparable damage done by either group was vast. They would never contract with one another. In modern age, The Templar's had the upper hand and the Assassins were on the verge of extinction. Whatever hope remained was slowly dwindling. There were a few key organization's that existed and were going to give the Templar's one hell of a time. The same could said about this new organization. The entire location was off the grid or fairly hidden from even the most prying of eyes. Voyevoda was sure he had hidden his entire army from anyone. When he wanted to be known he would make it so.

With night slowly coming in, a lone soldier sat down onto one of the empty ammunition crate. Switching his AK-74 onto his lap. The thought's that ran rampant through his mind about his Commander's action clawed at the back of his mind. What did he do to even get this far. On top of that actually run an entire Army under the naked eye of their enemies. The young man finished his patrol earlier then he planned, with it came the small respite that he very much needed. Aleksandr had been raised under the jurisdiction of his father. Trained as hard as he was. In extensive hand to hand and basic arms training. Other passive skills had been gained through experience.

As the rain eventually came down on that faithful evening, Alek groaned displeased with the fact that it started so suddenly, Shielding his head with his helmet which done only so little, Aleksandr narrowed in on the darkness. This what their routines consisted of. The guarding of their headquarters was of high importance to not only the commanders. But those that wished to preserve the last and final stronghold of new found order.

"….."

Still, nothing appeared to have invaded their private location.

Alek hadn't seen combat in 7 years. The last conflict that the male had been present in was the Chechen Conflict, Aleksandr's boredom had been at its peak. Though snapping him from his bored expression had been a firm hand that patted his shoulder and upon patting him. Alek turned the barrel of the AK in the direction of the shadow. That's when both males raised their guns around the same time. It was his childhood friend…Afon.

" Afon ... vy dolzhny ser'yezno perestat' podkradyvayetsya ko mne . "

"Afon…you should seriously stop sneaking up on me."

The two males trained their rifles on one another. For a few minutes a hasty laugh escaped their lips before they managed to lower their barrels.

" YA znayu, no mne nravitsya chertovski s vami ."

"I know, but I enjoy fucking with you."

Shaking his head, Aleksandr had then heard Afon give him word to be relieved of watch.

"It's kind of early. You sure about this?"

Afon nodded before finally telling why he needed to jet.

"Yeah, Voyevoda wanted to speak with you. It appears we have a situation involving the Templars, It's pretty huge but I have no idea what's the end game."

Excitement came to Alek, He had waited so long to be on another campaign, and if this campaign was going to be further out then this other location. Then things may become more interesting than their standard mission assets. As Alek traipsed through the HQ leading ground, He would constantly come across the various most soldiers had barracks that were on every side and trailed all the way to the main compound. There were others, Storages for surplus equipment, Vehicles, uniforms and provisions that the soldiers may need at any moment. There were a few of his comrades playing Poker to his further left. Just enjoying the rainy evening. This was normal for Aleksandr, and to him he adjusted well. While most rejected this life. Aleksandr embraced it, it made him stronger and gave him the necessary skills to survive in a world in which it depended on nothing but instinctual drive. Eventually, the soldier would reach the doorway of the HQ, There were two active guards, who immediately door saluted him as he entered. Inside the compound looked much more pristine. There were rooms for the soldiers as well. They had been in the process of amassing more money just to expand their necessary area for the bases.

Upon entering the briefing room, There had been 3 commanders, And the one to lead the Narodnya Volya, Had been Innokenti Orelov, unlike most who wore rather pristine officer uniforms. Kenya wore a dark brown military uniform. Polished boots with red trims and a well-polished insignia from their organization. The blue eyed commander would stare at Alek. The young man saluted and upon that the male muttered.

"Вольно."

"At Ease."

As Kenya made sure that he chose the appropriate measure for this incident, it had been time that, The Warlord explained his positioning, the title of Voyevoda was what graced Innokenti's name, and with it came a man of fury and vengeance.

"As you know. Our code is to secure purpose and freedom and act with the people's will. As such, you must know of why you fight. We aren't allies of the Brotherhood, nor are we allies of the Templars. We are our own side, we believe in the liberation of the human race from anything that rules them. As a mercenary group and our power that grows by every moment. You too will know of how we came to be. I have continuously brushed aside our meeting because I figured the truth would be too much, But this time, you'll know how we all started."

Alek's attention span focused so intently on the man, that he sure his own eyes would pop from skull. This was critical to him. His fight…why was it so important for them? That's when Innokenti began to spin a tale of greatness.

"If I recall correctly. The date I'll start with is 1935."

Man I am pumped, This is my first ever FanFiction/Crossover, This story mostly entails about Innokenti Orelov, And his journey to this position of power in modern times. There may be a Cross-Over between both it and Metal Gear since both games have thrown playful jibes of one another. And if it doesn't happen. Well there's always a Plan-B. Either way, Tell me what you guys think for a start. Thanks for reading.