Hey there. I thought It'd be cool if I replaced the cast of the Metal Gear Solid games with various cartoon characters. This here's the prologue. It's pretty straightforward, but the later chapters will get better, I promise.
SNAKE……Ed (Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy)
COLONEL CAMPBELL……Jerry (Totally Spies)
NAOMI……Jessica Rabbit (Who Framed Roger Rabbit)
KODAK conversation
Jerry: It's been a long time Ed.
Ed: I should've known you were behind this, Colonel Sanders.
Jerry: That's no way to greet an old war buddy Ed.
Ed: What do you want from me?
Jerry: I just invited you here so we could have a talk.
Ed: Cool! I've never been invited by armed soldiers before!
Jerry: Sorry if they were a little rough with you. But we've got a serious situation here. Only you can get us out of it.
Ed: I'm retired from CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND. You're not my commander anymore, and I don't have to take orders from you or anyone else.
Jerry: You will take these orders. I know it.
Jessica Rabbit: Excuse me.
Ed: Who's this?
Jerry: Dr. Jessica Rabbit. She's chief of CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND's medical staff and an expert in gene therapy.
Ed: Are you military?
Jessica Rabbit: No, civilian. I've been sent here from ATGC. Pleasure to meet you. Don't worry, this injection won't hurt a bit.
Ed: What's the shot for? Am I overdue?
Jessica Rabbit: What's wrong? You don't like shots?
Jerry: Ed, listen up. It all went down five hours ago. Heavily armed soldiers occupied Shadow Moses Island, a remote island off the coast of Alaska.
Ed: What kind of soldiers?
Jerry: Next-Generation Special Forces led by members of unit CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND. They've presented Washington with a single demand, and they say that if it isn't met, they'll launch a nuclear weapon.
Ed: A nuclear weapon? Like in the movie "Attack of the Three-Headed Alien's Warhead"?
Jerry: I'm afraid so. You see, the island is the site of a secret nuclear weapons disposal facility.
Ed: CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND hijacking a nuclear weapon? I've never known them to do that before.
Jerry: Now you understand how serious the situation is. You'll have two mission objectives. First, you're to rescue the DARPA (Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency) Chief, Professor Triple-Extra Large, and the president of ArmsTech, James Nixon McGarfield. They're both being held as hostages.
Ed: Those are some heavy-duty hostages.
Jerry: Secondly, you're to investigate whether or not the terrorists have the ability to launch a nuclear strike, and stop them if they do. Any questions, Ed?
Ed: Questions? Hmm…Oh! Should I eat buttered toast, or gravy?
Jerry: Well, you can make up your mind after you hear more about the situation.
Ed: Tell me about the nuclear weapons disposal facility. Sounds cool.
Jerry: The disposal facility includes a hardened underground base. Even with our most advanced intelligence gathering equipment, we can't tell what's happening inside.
Ed: So someone needs to penetrate, gather intelligence, and report back... Sounds like a spy movie. What's the insertion method?
Jerry: Well, an air insertion is impossible.
Ed: Aw…I wanted to fly like an eagle.
Jerry: We'll approach the disposal facility by sub.
Ed: Approach?
Jerry: Yes, within a few miles of it. The facility is equipped with sonar detection capability. They'd be able to hear our engine or propeller noise.
Ed: And then?
Jerry: We'll launch a one-man SDV (swimmer delivery vehicle).
Ed: Launch?
Jerry: Same as a torpedo. Only this has no propulsion device of its own. After the SDV gets as close as it can, dispose of it. From there on you'll have to swim.
Ed: You want me to swim in sub-zero Alaskan water? Even I am not that dumb Colonel.
Jerry: Don't worry. That suit represents the latest advances in poly-thermal technology. The nuclear weapons disposal facility covers the whole island. I'll contact you by Kodak after you reach your target.
Ed: Anyone going with me?
Jerry: As usual, this is a one-man infiltration mission.
Ed: I gotta get equipment and weapons as I go?
Jerry: Yes. This is a top-secret black op. Don't expect any official support.
Ed: The Chief of DARPA and the president of an arms manufacturing company... What business did they have at a nuclear weapons disposal facility?
Jerry: The truth is that secret exercises were being conducted at the time the terrorist group attacked.
Ed: Must be extremely important exercises if those two were directly involved. Were they testing some kind of new advanced weapon?
Jerry: I'm not privy to that information.
Ed: Do we know exactly where they're being held?
Jessica Rabbit: The DARPA chief has also been injected with a mini-transmitter. As you get closer you should be able to pick up his location on your radar.
Ed: Do they really have the ability to launch a nuclear missile? Or is this another joke?
Jerry: They say they do. They even gave us the serial number of the warhead they plan to use.
Ed: Was the number confirmed?
Jerry: I'm afraid so. At the very least, they've got their hands on a real nuclear warhead.
Ed: Isn't there some kind of safety device to prevent this kind of terrorism?
Jerry: Yes. Every missile and warhead in our arsenal is equipped with a PAL, which uses a discreet detonation code.
Ed: PAL? Like, 'you're my best pal" PAL?
Jerry: No. PAL, as in Permissive Action Link. A safety control system built into all nuclear weapons systems. But even so, we can't rest easy.
Ed: Why not?
Jerry: Because the DARPA Chief knows the detonation code.
Ed: But even if they have a nuclear warhead, it must've been removed from its missile. All the missiles on these disposal sites are supposed to be dismantled. It's not that easy to get your hands on a ballistic missile, cause you gotta calm it down first.
Jerry: That used to be true, but since the end of the Cold War you can get anything if you have enough money and the right connections.
Ed: So what exactly are they demanding?
Jerry: A person's remains.
Ed: Remains?
Jerry: That's right. To be more accurate, cell specimens which contain the individual's genome information.
Ed: Cell specimens? Why would they want that?
Jerry: The terrorists need them. You see, these Next-Generation Special Forces have been strengthened through gene therapy.
Ed: Strengthened?
Jerry: You've heard of the Human Genome Project. They've been mapping the human genome, and they're nearly finished. Following up on this research, the military has been working towards identifying those genes which are responsible for making effective soldiers.
Ed: There are jeans that do that?
Jerry: Yes, and using gene therapy they're able to transplant those genes into regular soldiers.
Ed: Jean therapy?
Jessica Rabbit: Ed, you're an idiot and you ask too many questions. I'll explain this part. With gene therapy, we can remove those genes which we know may lead to sickness or disease, and that the same time, splice in genes with beneficial effects such as resistance to cancer, for example.
Jerry: In other words, we can overcome all sorts of genetic diseases and at the same time add genetic characteristics as desired.
Ed: Okay, and so if you knew what jeans were responsible for making the perfect soldier, you could wear them in the same way, right?
Jessica Rabbit: Yes we could.
Jerry: But it all depends on being able to isolate and identify those "soldier genes".
Jessica Rabbit: And in order to do that, it's helpful to study the genome information of one of the greatest soldiers ever.
Ed: One of the greatest soldiers ever?
Jessica Rabbit: The man they call the greatest warrior of the twentieth century.
Ed: You don't mean Big Ed!
Jessica Rabbit: That's right. We've been working feverishly to identify the genes responsible for his incredible combat skill. So far we've discovered about sixty of the so-called "soldier genes."
Ed: So his body was recovered after all.
Jerry: Yes, and his cells have remained frozen in cryo-chamber. His genome information is a priceless treasure to mankind.
Ed: Priceless to the military perhaps.
Jessica Rabbit: His body was burned severely, but it was possible to restore his DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid) profile from just a single strand of his hair.
Ed: You people are amazing. And then you're going to transplant those genes into soldiers?
Jessica Rabbit: Yes. We'll use a process that I discovered called gene targeting. The strongest soldiers don't become what they are by acquiring their skills through training or experience. We now know that hereditary factors are far more crucial for creating superior soldiers.
Jerry: Ed, we can't give them his body. It's potentially more dangerous than all the warheads on that island put together.
Jessica Rabbit: I hear the terrorists are calling themselves the "Sons of Big Ed."
Ed: The Sons of Big Ed…What's the time limit?
Jerry: 24 hours. They say they'll launch after 24 hours.
Ed: Did they say what the target will be? Like, D.C or something?
Jerry: So far they haven't mentioned a target.
Ed: When did the countdown start?
Jerry: 5 hours ago.
Ed: Colonel, who are you speaking for?
Jerry: Naturally, I'm representing the US government.
Ed: So who's in supervisory control of this operation?
Jerry: The President of the United States.
Ed: Which means that the President must be meeting with his top aides in the map room about now, huh?
Jerry: No at this point they're still video conferencing with each other.
Ed: If that's a real nuclear warhead, shouldn't they issue some kind of special operation?
Jerry: Not yet. The Secretary of Defense has operational control and is fully aware of the situation. After you infiltrate, if you determine they possess nuclear launch capabilities, a COG (Continuity of Government) will be issued.
Ed: Well, if they haven't relocated to nuclear shelter under Washington, I suppose there isn't that much reason to worry yet. Is the National Security Agency in on this?
Jerry: Yes. So is the DIA, the Defense Intelligence Agency.
Ed: The DIA? I'm starting to get a bad feeling about this. It sounds like you just made that name up.
Jerry: They'll be sending us some support.
Ed: We don't need desk jockeys. We need a nuclear weapons specialist.
Jerry: Of course. A nuclear weapons specialist has already been assigned to us.
Ed: We need backup from a specialist. I'm just an amateur when it comes to nuclear weapons.
Jerry: I know. That's why I've requested the assistance of a military analyst named Sam. She'll be providing you backup by Kodak.
Ed: A female analyst? Girls aren't supposed to be smart. They should cook and stuff.
Jerry: She's built up an impressive record as an advisor to the Nuclear Emergency Search Team. Contact her if you have any questions. She's also an expert on hi-tech weapons.
Ed: Where's she working?
Jerry: At her home in Los Angeles.
Ed: No fair. Well, How well armed are these terrorists? I know there was an exercise going on at the time they revolted.
Jerry: They're heavily armed, I'm afraid.
Ed: What about their battle experience?
Jerry: The six members of CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND in charge are all hardened veterans. They're tough enough to eat nails and ask for seconds.
Ed: I wouldn't expect anything less from CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND.
Jerry: The others are Next-Generation Special Forces. They're not your average grunts either.
Ed: Tell me about these Next-Generation Special Forces.
Jerry: They started out as an anti-terrorist special-ops unit made up of members from former biochem units, technical escort units, and the Nuclear Emergency Search Team. Their purpose was to respond to threats involving next-generation weapons of mass destruction, including NBC (nuclear/biological/chemical) weapons.
Jessica Rabbit: Until "they" were added that is.
Ed: Who's "they"?
Jerry: These guys didn't start out as regular army.
Ed: Looks like a pretty international group. Mercenaries?
Jerry: Yeah. And it gets worse. Most of them were from a merc agency that I think you're familiar with. They were part of Big Ed's private guard. And after Big Ed went down, the military just bought out all their contracts.
Ed: Outer Heaven.
Jerry: After that they were merged with our own VR unit, Force 21, and re-trained. If you ask me, these so-called "Next-Generation Special Forces" should be called "simulated soldiers." They have no real battle experience.
Ed: Video game players, huh? I've got something in common.
Jessica Rabbit: Don't forget they've all been strengthened with gene therapy. They carry genes which make them excellent soldiers. Don't get careless just because they don't have much experience.
Ed: I thought using genetically modified soldiers was prohibited by international law.
Jessica Rabbit: Yes, but those are just declarations, not actual treaties.
Jerry: The interesting thing is that nearly every member of the unit conspired in this attack.
Ed: How could an entire unit be convinced to rebel?
Jessica Rabbit: They're calling it a revolution.
Jerry: Since they all went through the same gene therapy, they probably felt closer than brothers did. They see the unit as their only family.
Ed: The Sons of Big Ed. But if they were regular army, they must've been interviewed periodically by army counselors.
Jerry: According to their files, they all got straight A's on their psychological tests. They all seemed like fine, upstanding patriotic soldiers.
Ed: But they all took part in the uprising?
Jerry: No. Several people didn't show up on the day of the exercise. That's why there was a resupply of troops.
Ed: Was there any sign recently that something might be wrong?
Jerry: There was a report a month ago that they were acting strangely.
Jessica Rabbit: Apparently they consulted classified information about the soldier genes and performed their own gene therapy experiments.
Ed: They can do that even without you?
Jessica Rabbit: Well our gene therapy process is almost completely automated. And besides that they're all geniuses with IQs over 180.
Jerry: Even the existence of this genome army is a national secret of the highest order. We'd been hoping to investigate this quietly and deal with it behind closed doors. Hi-Tech special forces unit CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND. Your former unit, and one that I was a commander of. An elite group combining firepower and expertise. They're every bit as good as when I was commanding them.
Ed: So they're still around.
Jerry: There are six members of CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND involved in this terrorist activity. Psycho Raven, with her powerful psychic abilities. Sniper Daphne Blake, the beautiful and deadly sharpshooter. Decoy Ditto, master of disguise. Vulcan Cyborg, giant and shaman. And Stu Griffin, specialist in interrogation and a formidable gunfighter.
Ed: Sounds like a lovely bunch of folks. Too bad we'll be meeting under these circumstances.
Jerry: And finally, in charge of them, CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND's squad leader, Liquid Edd.
Ed: Liquid Edd!
Jerry: Yes and you're the only person who can stand against him.
Ed: Liquid Edd…
Jerry: Liquid Edd. The man with the same name as you.
Ed: Tell me what you know.
Jerry: He fought in the Gulf War as a kid, the youngest person in the SAS (British Special Air Service). His job was to track down and destroy mobile SCUM missile launching platforms. You were there too I believe. Didn't you infiltrate western Iraq with a platoon of Green Berets?
Ed: I was just a kid myself back then.
Jerry: The details are classified, but it seems that originally he penetrated the Middle East as a sleeper for the SISSY.
Ed: He was a spy for the British Secret Intelligence Service of Sissy Yuts?
Jerry: But he never once showed his face in Century House. He was taken prisoner in Iraq, and after that there was no trace of him for several years. After you retired, he was rescued and became a member of CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND.
Ed: I thought that by the time I left they were no longer using codenames.
Jerry: I don't know his real name. That information is so highly classified that even I can't look at it. Here's a photo of him. Pretty shocking, huh? His skin tone is a little different, he has a chin, and he wears a black sock on his head, but otherwise you two are exact duplicates.
Ed: I have a twin? Sweet! We can share the same bathroom, eat the same cereal, and-
Jerry: I don't know the details, but it seems so. That's why we really need you for this mission.
Jessica Rabbit: You're the only one who can beat him. Now that I've met you, I know. You've got something he doesn't. I can see it in your eyes.
Ed: Why don't I find that thought more comforting? Colonel, I don't work for the government anymore. Let me go back to Twin Lakes.
Jerry: Why Ed? Is your life in Alaska all that great?
Ed: There's a dogsled race this week. Next Saturday I have to be in Anchorage.
Jerry: The Iditarod? The longest sled race in the world? When did you become a dog mushier?
Ed: Right now my fifty huskies are my only family. I've got to take care of them.
Jerry: Don't worry about your dogs.
Ed: What do you mean?
Jerry: I'm sorry Ed but this vessel is headed for the Bering Sea. There's no room for debate.
Ed: I told you, even if I do owe you I don't owe anything to this army or this country!
Jerry: You will accept this assignment!
Ed: Why should I be stupid enough to do that? I'm already stupid enough as it is. I'm no patriot.
Jerry: Ed, there's enough dirt in your file from your days as an agent to keep you in the stockade until you're a very old man.
Ed: Oh I see. Blackmail.
Jerry: No Ed. I prefer to look at it as helping you to come to a decision more easily. But anyway, I know you better than that. You'd take this assignment even without the threat.
Ed: Why do you say that?
Jerry: You're a natural born soldier. You're not the grow old gracefully type. Same for all of us who've seen real action. The only place we can feel truly alive is on the battlefield. I'm a solider too. I know those feelings of powerlessness, frustration that you feel everyday. You've tried to play the Boy Scout out there in Alaska, but you can't race dogs in the snow forever. Why don't you come back to us and be a soldier again?
Ed: You think my life is some kind of joke?
Jerry: Ed, I just want to give you back your purpose in life.
Ed: Colonel, you're retired. Why are you involved in this?
Jerry: Because there aren't many people who know CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND as well as I do.
Ed: Is that really the only reason?
Jerry: I've been soldiering for a long time, I don't know anything else. I guess even though I'm getting a little old, I still love to be in the field.
Ed: Colonel, you're a lousy liar. Tell me the real reason.
Jerry: Okay Ed. Sorry. I'll be frank. A person very dear to me is being held hostage.
Ed: Who is it?
Jerry: My niece. Nazz.
Ed: What was your niece doing here?
Jerry: Several soldiers were reported missing the day of the revolt. And my niece was one of those called in as an emergency replacement.
Ed: She looks nothing like you.
Jerry: She's my little brother's girl. He died in the Gulf War. Since then I've been watching after her.
Ed: A personal motive, Colonel. That's not very soldierly.
Jerry: I'm retired. I'm just an old man now. And I'm your friend.
Ed: Since when are we friends?
Jerry: I've thought of us as friends since the fall of Zanzibar.
Ed: With my personality I don't have too many friends.
Jerry: That's what I trust about you. It's what makes you human. Please Ed. Save my niece Nazz.
Ed: All right, but I have two conditions.
Jerry: Name them.
Ed: One, no more secrets between us. I want complete disclosure at all times. Two, I'll only accept orders from you, Colonel. No cutoffs involved okay?
Jerry: Agreed. That's why I was called. But one thing.
Ed: What?
Jerry: I'm not a colonel anymore. Just a retired old war-horse.
Ed: I understand, Colonel. That doctor. Is she part of this operation too?
Jerry: She was in charge of CARTOON CARTOON FOX-HOUND's gene therapy. She knows more about those men than anyone else does.
Ed: You mean you've seen them naked?
Jessica Rabbit: Make no mistake. I'm not a nurse. I'm a scientist.
Ed: By the way, what was that injection for?
Jessica Rabbit: It's a combination of nanomachines and an anti-freezing peptide so that your blood and other bodily fluids don't freeze, even at sub-arctic temperatures.
Ed: Nanomachines?
Jessica Rabbit: Not just one kind either. There are different types which will replenish the supply of adrenaline, nutrition and sugar in your bloodstream.
Ed: Now I don't have to worry about food.
Jessica Rabbit: I also put some Chunky Puffs in there. Ed: Say what? Jessica Rabbit: Chunky Puffs. They'll help improve your mental functioning.
Ed: It'll make me smarter huh? Anything else?
Jessica Rabbit: Jawbreakers. It's a type of stimulant. It'll keep you alert and responsive for twelve straight hours.
Ed: That was quite a cocktail. Anything else in there?
Jessica Rabbit: Those nanomachines will also keep your Kodak's batteries charged up.
Ed: I guess I can call you when I'm ready to go on a diet.
Jessica Rabbit: You're welcome.
Ed: I need to borrow your scissors.
Jessica Rabbit: What are you going to do?
Ed: Don't worry. Just going to clean myself up a little.
Jessica Rabbit: Huh?
Ed: I don't want to be mistaken for the leader of the terrorists.
A body in a scuba suit swims through the lower dock of an unknown facility. He lifts his head out of the water and sees someone: A teen with a black sock cap, three starnds of hair coming out of it, a large chin, and a black cloak with black shoes. He's talking with three soldiers: A woman with long red hair that looks gelled, a man with short blue hair, and a small cat with a golden object on it's forehead.
"Nice of you to stop by, Team Rocket. I've seen your horrendous performance record, so I'll skip right to the point: You're pathetic!" The teen in the hat yelled. The group known as Team Rocket cowered in fear. "I'm entrusting you with guard duty here. Stay alert! He'll be through here, I know it."
"What-what are you going to be doing, sir?"
"I'm going to go swat down a couple of bothersome flies." The teen walks off onto a cargo elevator. It disappears as it rises upwards into the darkness. The scuba man contacted someone via his Kodak.
"This is Ed. Jerry, can you hear me? Testing 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 Q-"
"Yes Ed, I can hear you, loud and clear," said an annoyed British man on the other line.
"Looks like the elevator in the back is the only way up. That one guy just used it."
"Just as I thought. Well, take the elevator to the surface, but make sure no one sees you. If you need to contact me via Kodak, the frequency is 140.85. It will beep if we need to contact you. The Kodak directly stimulates the muscles in your ears. Only you will be able to hear it."
"Got it. I'm ready to go. Over and out." The scuba man climbs onto the concrete ground, breathing heavily. The suit drops to the ground, and he takes his mask off. A teen with yellow skin, no chin, a green jacket, red shirt with white stripes, blue pants, and black shoes. He has a blue bandana on the waves in the cold wind.
Solid Ed has begun his mission.
Ed Edd 'n EddyTHE TWIN EDS