Disclaimer: All names and characters from all the original Metal Gear Solid games used in this story does not belong to me, but to HIDEO KOJIMA and Konami Computers Entertainment Japan. However Characters in this fic, which do not belong to them, belong to me. Also Darianium (Da-rain-ne-um) and Perrentium (Per-ren-te-um) are both made up metals, but if they do exist them sorry I didn't know. I'm not making money out of this so pleas don't sue. Also this (141.12) means codec calls… please enjoy.

Metal Gear Solid: Project Rebirth

Part 1: The Atlantic Base

Chapter 1: The last requests of a dead man.

"It's been three years since the big shell incident and still, new types of metal gears are being produced all over the world by leading suppliers of advance weapons and military technology. There was classified intelligence that a new type of metal gear was being manufactured on a military base set in the middle of the South Atlantic Ocean. After contacting an old friend and successfully infiltrating the base I found a secure place to conceal myself in the lower basement while contacting my informer..."

(141.12)

'Otacon, this is Snake do you read?' Snake hailed whilst swiftly removing his scuba diving gear leaving him in his snaking suite.

'Loud and clear Snake.' Otacon replied calmly.

'Every thing went as planed, I'm at the sneak point.' The NGO continued as he removed the air tanks on his back and hid them away.

'And Raiden?'

'Standing by. He'll be monitoring every thing on the boat'

'How's he doing?'

'He still a little shaken up about Rose, but he'll be fine. By the way, Otacon, did you find any more information about this new type of Metal Gear?' Snake continued whilst removing his flippers.

'I did, I've also found out some information about the structure of the base. The base is called "Atlantis" and the whole of the structure is made from a weightless metal.'

'A weightless metal?' The NGO echoed as he peered around the corner of a crate to take a better look.

'That's right, its called 'Darianium' it was discovered by a scientist named Dr Diane Crosby...' Otacon continued.

'I had herd something about that, something about Dr Crosby strangely disappearing...' Snake remarked whilst using the scope to scout around more. 'Hum...Lightly armed foot soldiers...' the NGO spoke to him self as he saw two sentries patrolling the area.

'In any case, the place was built to be similar to a submarine, the whole of the base can submerge and emerge in and out of water.'

'Some kind of defence mechanism?'

'That's right. Snake, do you see some small hatches on the floor near to where the sentries are patrolling? If the alarm is sound, those soldiers only have seconds to gets to one of thoughts before the place gets submerged under water.'

'Good for getting rid of any unwelcome company huh?'

'Right-' Otacon said uneasily 'If you get caught then...'

'I know- I'll be paying Davey Jones's Locker a permanent visit, along side everyone else who doesn't get away in time.' Snake joked.

'So make sure you're not spotted, ok?' the Otaku warned. 'As for your objective, you are to locate Metal gear and confirm whether or not it has been completed. Once you have done that contact me. My frequency is 141.12'

'Got it.' Snake confirmed. 'Where would they most likely be storing it?'

'Intel says in the sub area. But don't get caught, if your seen then it's game over.'

'Right…'

'I'll contact you if I find any more information. Good luck Snake.' Otacon finished.

(END)

With that Snake, was left to proceed with his given objectives.

Whilst peering round the corner of some metal crates, the mercenary had to devise away of reaching the elevator at the back without being seen. He watched silently as he plotted in his head the patrol routes of the near by guards who where carrying M16 assault rifles.

Swiftly Snake moved forward and past the patrolling soldiers, heading up to the ground floor in an elevator, while removing the rest of his gear.

As he reached the top he felt the cold rain and wind against his face, finding him self out side on a vacant heliport. Quietly, he hid behind a truck that was stationed near by then pulled out his scope to take a look around.

The entrance was closed and appeared to have a security post positioned next to it with soldiers checking for ID.

'Hmm…' The NGO grunted to him self as he saw.

Just then, two marines got out from the truck one from the passenger side and one from the drivers side.

'Huh?' Said Snake as they did.

'Is this last shipment?' said one of them.

'Yep.' Said the other thankfully as both men started to unload the cargo from the truck, placing them on to the elevator then going down to the cargo hold.

'Few…' sighed Snake as he watched them disappear whilst hidden under the truck. Gradually he crawled out and peered into the back of the vehicle, finding an empty cardboard box with the words "Area 1-F1" on it.

'Area 1?' the NGO said to him self, then looked towards the entrance once more, finding the exacted same words on them then smirked.

Just then the two marines came back empty handed and got back into the truck.

'Ready to go?' said one of them happily.

'Yeah.' Said the other and drove the vehicle in to the base.

A while later, the NGO looked out of his box and had found that the truck had stopped. Swiftly he jumped out and off making his way down some stairs that was near by. As he reached the long cold corridor he peered around the corners with his M9 ready.

"Huh?" he thought to him self, looking around noticing that all the doors in the area had numbers on them starting from one onwards.

'Personal Area Networks? With out a ID card I wont be able to get through.'

Just then, whilst doing so, the faint sounds of soldier's voices could be heard getting closer from the top of the stairs.

"Damn!" Snake thought to him self as they made their way down and quickly he concealed him self under his cardboard box. As he peered out her could see two marines' in uniform.

'Rats!' said a young mans voice.

'That's right, rat's.' said an older voice.

'But we're out in the middle of know where, how the hell can we get rat's?'

'I have no idea, but those things are tricky. They can get anywhere. That's why the vents are being sterilised on this floor.'

'Ha - you'd think with all the latest technology we have to day that we'd be able to get rid of some mangy flea bitten rodents.'

'Well that's technology for ya.'

'Yeah ha, ha, ha!'

Slowly both men left laughing, passing the hidden NGO while moving into one of the marked doors. As they did, Snake slid out from under the box.

'The Vents?' He said to him self while doing so, peering up at a ventilation shaft.

(CALL!)

(141.12)

'Snake it's me.' Spoke Otacon. 'I just got a call from Raiden.'

'Yeah what about it?' Snake said uninterested.

'Where are you know?' Otacon asked seriously.

'On on the first floor, Why?'

'Look out the port side window.'

'Huh?' Snake wondered then looked around for a window shutter and slid it open. Peering out he could see the rain beating agents the glass. 'I don't see any thing?'

'Keep looking.' The Otaku instructed.

Snake did, but all he could see was the gloomy sky out side.

'Otacon? What's going…?' He began but was stopped. Suddenly a flash of lightning lit the sky and revelled a huge monster diving into the water like a gigantic dolphin.

'What the hell!' Snake called.

'Metal Gear Ray…' Said Otacon whilst readjusting his glasses. 'Raiden spotted it a moment ago.'

'But what's it doing here?'

'I have no idea, it's just swimming around the base.'

'Has it been potted yet?'

'No, no thanks to the weather. It looks like the sonar and sensors are down on the base. Other wise they would have pick it up by now.'

'That's odd?'

'Be careful Snake, I'm getting a bad feeling about this.'

'Ha you sound just like Mai Ling.'

'Just-be-careful.'

'I know. Just tell Raiden to keep me posted.'

'Will do Snake.'

(END)

A while later the mercenary found him self-crawling thought the ventilation shaft, peering down every so often to see if he was heading in the right direction.

"Ocelot? What would you be doing here?" He thought to him self as he was crawling, feeling the cold seep through his suite, as he did he could hear the faint sounds of a man calling out in pain.

'Some one help…Please…' said his voice.

"Where's that coming from?" Snake though as he peered down a vent, spotting the still body of one of the previous guards that past him. Slowly Snake made his way down from the shaft and knelt beside the guard who seem to have been shot in the abdomen and was losing a lot of blood.

'Mat…? Mat is that you?' The guard spoke weakly, his vision blurred.

'Lie still.' Said Snake as he pulled out some bandages.

'No don't…you'd just be wasting them.'

'What happened?'

'We where attacked... That rookie David… you have to find him…help him.' The soldier began.

'David?' Snake echoed.

'That man… you have to stop…! cough, cough!' Suddenly he began to cough up blood then grabbed on to Snakes suite. 'S-stop him! That rookie… th-the pass codes. Take my card, Do what's… n-necessary… at all coats…' He continued whilst handing out his ID card then his whole body went limp.

After taking the card, Snake checked the man's body for any life signs. 'Hmm…Dead.' He said to him self after doing so then looked at his card. On it the number 1 was printed on it in a bold blue colour.

"Pass codes? Rookie?" Snake though. "What the hell?'

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author: This story is History repeating re-written, and I promise that this is the last time I'll try to write this fic.

Ps:Sorry it had been a long time but I've been away plus my computer has bee broken so sorry. I'll try and get things up dated as soon as possible. Please RR!