A/n: This is my first Metal Gear story. Since my characters debut in
'Children of Evangelion', I've wanted to write a story with more in depth
of his life. The premise of this story is that in 2015, Fidel Castro still
lives and he is becoming a greater threat to the nations of the world.
Seeing as how Solid Snake and crew are in Tokyo-3, FOXHOUND decides to send
in their next best recruit. Silent Scorpion. One other thing, this begins a
day and a half before Scorpion's arrival at FOXHOUND HQ in 'COE'.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Metal Gear and Evangelion. But they are owned by Konami and Studio GAINAX respectively.
RuneKnightPictures Proudly Presents: Metal Gear: Sting of the Scorpion
Chapter 1
Mission Briefing
Washington D.C.,
A briefing room sits half a mile underground. Two people were in it. One was a tall black man who appeared to be in his fifties. He had a dark green uniform with a matching beret. He had many war decorations on his chest. A tab said 'Campbell' on his chest area.
The other was rather different. By his looks, it appeared that he could be no older than seventeen. He wore a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a red ace of spades on the back. His hair was dark brown and was nearly falling into his hazel eyes.
"It seems you are the best recruit available for this mission," the man said to the boy in the back.
"Or you could say that I'm the only one available Colonel Campbell," the teen hissed. "When are you going to learn that I can't just be used as a last resort because of my age. When I signed on, I knew perfectly well the risks that are associated with the code name. I know that everyday I'm out there as Silent Scorpion could be my last."
"It's not that James."
"Then what is it Roy. Because I sure as hell would like to know!"
"We believe your past could cloud your judgement in the wrong situation."
Scorpion suddenly stood. "Just put me out there. You can't send Snake or Raiden on this one. You said they have too big a task in Japan and that's why I couldn't go. So just send me to wherever this mission is situated."
Campbell sat and opened a file. "You are to go to Cuba and assassinate Castro and his group in their military compound. Are you happy?"
Scorpion sat back down and looked Campbell squarely in the eyes. "Go on."
"It seems Castro is a greater threat to us now then ever. We believe a swift and silent execution is what is needed to end things. Not total war."
"In other words my expertise. Method of insertion?"
"You are going to land as a civilian in Cuba. You will be posing as student on vacation."
"Weapons?"
"You are taking everything with you. Shurikens, knives, and your sniper rifles."
"I leave immediately?"
"As soon as you are changed and the helicopter is ready to go. Dismissed."
Campbell's Office,
Campbell sat, writing up the papers concerning Scorpion's mission when he heard someone enter the room.
"Ah. Lieutenant Reese. Always a pleasure," Campbell said to the man who entered.
"Cut the crap Roy. You know why I'm here. You are supposed to get my permission before you even think of sending this kid out into the field," Reese snapped.
"He's the only one available for this mission."
"Bull. You've read his file countless times. Not only is he sixteen, but he's a complete psychopath."
"If you mean that by doing anything to complete his mission is psychopathic, then by all means you are calling all members of FOXHOUND crazy."
Reese went to the desk and slammed a file down. "I'm talking about the civilian deaths that are related to his missions. If he isn't required to protect them, then he will go and kill them if they get in is way."
"In a battle you sometimes have to make decisions like that," Campbell stated calmly.
"And you know how that for every person he kills, enemy or not, he will make a mark on his arm to remember how many he has killed in battle?"
"That is his own business. It doesn't affect him in battle, therefore we have no reason to stop him from doing it."
"Fine. But if we get any grief in PR, then he is out, and so are you," with that Reese left, slamming the door as he left.
Locker Room,
Scorpion stood in front of his open locker, getting ready to leave for his mission. He wore a standard Skull Suit but minus one fine detail. He had the lower half on and adjusted, but where the part covering his chest, stomach, and arms were was another question. Instead, he had two suspender like items on his back and torso. On the straps were knives of many different origins. There were hunting knives, throwing knives, Barlow knives, and even a stiletto. On his belt he wore a small pouch which contained twenty classic shurikens. But this was not what Scorpion was examining. He was looking down at his the scars along his right arm.
"For each I kill, I am becoming one with Death."
His form of punishment, as he called it, was at first the most painful thing he had ever dealt with. Now, Scorpion was numb to the pain of lose and regret. He was a killer without a conscience. No one truly was comfortable around him. Scorpion had been abducted at six by the man he had come to look at as his surrogate father. Shalashaska, also known as Revolver Ocelot. After two years of grueling training in the art of stealth and knives, Ocelot had sent him to be trained in the art of sniping by Sniper Wolf. Though it was tough, Scorpion had excelled almost immediately in that skill.
"Remember James, you are away from the battle. You are far away looking at life through the scope of the sniper rifle," she had said.
It had become a way of life for him. Scorpion had been told to stay out of the insurrection at Shadow Moses. There, his master had fallen in battle, the way she had always wanted to go. After that, he had been picked up by FOXHOUND to be their perfect stealth assassin. After VR training, James had earned the rank of Scorpion and began his life of assassination after assassination.
"And now I'm here. An outcast and a murderer," he whispered to himself as he grabbed his PSG1 and left the locker room.
"James," a voice from behind him said.
Scorpion turned around and saw a young woman of Chinese descent. She wore a tight fitting business suit. It was none other than Mei-Ling, the mission analyst who invented the Soliton radar and CODEC radio.
"Hey, Mei-Ling. Come to wish me luck?"
"Yes. And I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier with Colonel Campbell," Mei-Ling said, looking at the ground.
"It was nothing really."
"No, you shouldn't be so hard on him. He's only tough on you because he cares."
Scorpion gave a dark laugh. "'Cares'?! All the people who ever cared about me are either dead, or have left to pursue better friendships."
Mei-Ling appeared to be outraged. "What about me? I care about your well being!"
"In the end you'll leave just like everybody else," he said while beginning to walk away. "I'll talk to you during my mission. Same frequency as usual?" With those last words, Scorpion went to the hangar bay.
Hangar,
"Now remember Scorpion, my frequency is 140. 85, and Mei-Ling's is 140. 96. Report in as soon as you land in Cuba," Roy said to the recruit.
"Yeah. Rules of Engagement?"
"Once your inside, anybody and everybody is classified as an enemy."
"I suppose this is where we part ways for a while," Scorpion said quietly.
"Yes. And good luck."
"Duly noted."
A/n: End of the first chapter. I finally got to do a story involving Silent Scorpion. Shardclaw, feel free to use this story as a reference to Scorpion while you're writing 'COE'. Don't worry folks, I haven't forgotten about 'The Spider in the Eva'. Chapter 3 will be posted no later than tomorrow or the next day. I have so many fics to manage it's not even funny. Next chapter, Scorpion arrives in Cuba and begins his infiltration of Castro's base. And we finally get some action! All of this and more in Chapter 2, Leave Stealth Infiltration to the Experts.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Metal Gear and Evangelion. But they are owned by Konami and Studio GAINAX respectively.
RuneKnightPictures Proudly Presents: Metal Gear: Sting of the Scorpion
Chapter 1
Mission Briefing
Washington D.C.,
A briefing room sits half a mile underground. Two people were in it. One was a tall black man who appeared to be in his fifties. He had a dark green uniform with a matching beret. He had many war decorations on his chest. A tab said 'Campbell' on his chest area.
The other was rather different. By his looks, it appeared that he could be no older than seventeen. He wore a pair of black jeans and a black shirt with a red ace of spades on the back. His hair was dark brown and was nearly falling into his hazel eyes.
"It seems you are the best recruit available for this mission," the man said to the boy in the back.
"Or you could say that I'm the only one available Colonel Campbell," the teen hissed. "When are you going to learn that I can't just be used as a last resort because of my age. When I signed on, I knew perfectly well the risks that are associated with the code name. I know that everyday I'm out there as Silent Scorpion could be my last."
"It's not that James."
"Then what is it Roy. Because I sure as hell would like to know!"
"We believe your past could cloud your judgement in the wrong situation."
Scorpion suddenly stood. "Just put me out there. You can't send Snake or Raiden on this one. You said they have too big a task in Japan and that's why I couldn't go. So just send me to wherever this mission is situated."
Campbell sat and opened a file. "You are to go to Cuba and assassinate Castro and his group in their military compound. Are you happy?"
Scorpion sat back down and looked Campbell squarely in the eyes. "Go on."
"It seems Castro is a greater threat to us now then ever. We believe a swift and silent execution is what is needed to end things. Not total war."
"In other words my expertise. Method of insertion?"
"You are going to land as a civilian in Cuba. You will be posing as student on vacation."
"Weapons?"
"You are taking everything with you. Shurikens, knives, and your sniper rifles."
"I leave immediately?"
"As soon as you are changed and the helicopter is ready to go. Dismissed."
Campbell's Office,
Campbell sat, writing up the papers concerning Scorpion's mission when he heard someone enter the room.
"Ah. Lieutenant Reese. Always a pleasure," Campbell said to the man who entered.
"Cut the crap Roy. You know why I'm here. You are supposed to get my permission before you even think of sending this kid out into the field," Reese snapped.
"He's the only one available for this mission."
"Bull. You've read his file countless times. Not only is he sixteen, but he's a complete psychopath."
"If you mean that by doing anything to complete his mission is psychopathic, then by all means you are calling all members of FOXHOUND crazy."
Reese went to the desk and slammed a file down. "I'm talking about the civilian deaths that are related to his missions. If he isn't required to protect them, then he will go and kill them if they get in is way."
"In a battle you sometimes have to make decisions like that," Campbell stated calmly.
"And you know how that for every person he kills, enemy or not, he will make a mark on his arm to remember how many he has killed in battle?"
"That is his own business. It doesn't affect him in battle, therefore we have no reason to stop him from doing it."
"Fine. But if we get any grief in PR, then he is out, and so are you," with that Reese left, slamming the door as he left.
Locker Room,
Scorpion stood in front of his open locker, getting ready to leave for his mission. He wore a standard Skull Suit but minus one fine detail. He had the lower half on and adjusted, but where the part covering his chest, stomach, and arms were was another question. Instead, he had two suspender like items on his back and torso. On the straps were knives of many different origins. There were hunting knives, throwing knives, Barlow knives, and even a stiletto. On his belt he wore a small pouch which contained twenty classic shurikens. But this was not what Scorpion was examining. He was looking down at his the scars along his right arm.
"For each I kill, I am becoming one with Death."
His form of punishment, as he called it, was at first the most painful thing he had ever dealt with. Now, Scorpion was numb to the pain of lose and regret. He was a killer without a conscience. No one truly was comfortable around him. Scorpion had been abducted at six by the man he had come to look at as his surrogate father. Shalashaska, also known as Revolver Ocelot. After two years of grueling training in the art of stealth and knives, Ocelot had sent him to be trained in the art of sniping by Sniper Wolf. Though it was tough, Scorpion had excelled almost immediately in that skill.
"Remember James, you are away from the battle. You are far away looking at life through the scope of the sniper rifle," she had said.
It had become a way of life for him. Scorpion had been told to stay out of the insurrection at Shadow Moses. There, his master had fallen in battle, the way she had always wanted to go. After that, he had been picked up by FOXHOUND to be their perfect stealth assassin. After VR training, James had earned the rank of Scorpion and began his life of assassination after assassination.
"And now I'm here. An outcast and a murderer," he whispered to himself as he grabbed his PSG1 and left the locker room.
"James," a voice from behind him said.
Scorpion turned around and saw a young woman of Chinese descent. She wore a tight fitting business suit. It was none other than Mei-Ling, the mission analyst who invented the Soliton radar and CODEC radio.
"Hey, Mei-Ling. Come to wish me luck?"
"Yes. And I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier with Colonel Campbell," Mei-Ling said, looking at the ground.
"It was nothing really."
"No, you shouldn't be so hard on him. He's only tough on you because he cares."
Scorpion gave a dark laugh. "'Cares'?! All the people who ever cared about me are either dead, or have left to pursue better friendships."
Mei-Ling appeared to be outraged. "What about me? I care about your well being!"
"In the end you'll leave just like everybody else," he said while beginning to walk away. "I'll talk to you during my mission. Same frequency as usual?" With those last words, Scorpion went to the hangar bay.
Hangar,
"Now remember Scorpion, my frequency is 140. 85, and Mei-Ling's is 140. 96. Report in as soon as you land in Cuba," Roy said to the recruit.
"Yeah. Rules of Engagement?"
"Once your inside, anybody and everybody is classified as an enemy."
"I suppose this is where we part ways for a while," Scorpion said quietly.
"Yes. And good luck."
"Duly noted."
A/n: End of the first chapter. I finally got to do a story involving Silent Scorpion. Shardclaw, feel free to use this story as a reference to Scorpion while you're writing 'COE'. Don't worry folks, I haven't forgotten about 'The Spider in the Eva'. Chapter 3 will be posted no later than tomorrow or the next day. I have so many fics to manage it's not even funny. Next chapter, Scorpion arrives in Cuba and begins his infiltration of Castro's base. And we finally get some action! All of this and more in Chapter 2, Leave Stealth Infiltration to the Experts.