Author's Note: No, I haven't forgotten about Beyond Dreams, I just have a small writers block for that story i'm trying to get past. I had an idea for a fic like this for a while, so I decided to write some notes so I didn't forget it, and it kinda spawned from here. Enjoy!
Metal Gear Solid: Sins of the Legacy
September 23rd, 2011, 9:43 p.m.: Somewhere in Ukraine
"Hey...hey wake up!" a guard yelled, slapping the back of his companion who was slumped over in his chair. He shuffled a bit, and then yawned.
"Damn it, Boris, why did you wake me? I was dreaming I wasn't at this god forsaken post." the other man said, as he stood up and stretched.
"You can dream later Ivan, a supply truck headed for the base just radioed in, they'll be here in a few minutes." Boris said, and walked over to the small window. Ivan yawned again and checked the batteries for his flashlight. It was most likely a routine inspection, a quick shine, and then he could go back to napping. There was a low rumble outside, and Boris opened the window. "Hey comrade, what's the haul this time?" Boris asked the driver. Ivan exited the small guard house, and walked behind the truck.
"More medical supplies. I swear, those guys back at the base must be getting into knife fights with each other." the driver said. Ivan shined the light in the back of the truck. There were large styrofoam crates stamped with a biohazard symbol, with the word 'blood' printed below in block letters. There was also a large cardboard box with a red cross emblazoned on the side.
"He's not kidding, Boris. More donor blood, and some first aid kits." Ivan yelled out.
"Every two weeks. Wonder why they need it?" Boris said.
"As long as I get my paycheck and easy job, I don't care what I haul." the driver said.
"No kidding. Well, you're clear. See you in a couple of days.'" Boris said, and waved the truck through. It started to move, and rumbled down the deserted road. After a few minutes, the cardboard box in the truck shuffled slightly.
"Otacon, I passed the last checkpoint." A voice said from inside the box.
"Great, Snake. A few more minutes and you'll be in Chernobyl." Otacon said, over the codec.
"Now you're sure there's a Metal Gear hidden here?" Snake asked.
"Positive. The intel collected from our newest member checks out, there's definitely a new type of Metal Gear in production,codenamed IRE. Exactly what changes there are in the design, I'm not sure, all I know is that in some way it is different from REX and RAY." Otacon said.
"But why in Chernobyl?" Snake asked.
"It makes perfect sense. The land is somewhat safe now to work on, and most people are too scared about the possible radiation to come near." Otacon said
"Makes sense. Now, lets go over the the mission objectives." Snake said.
"Of course. Your objectives are to find IRE, destroy it if possible, and find out how the Patriots are involved. I suggest you find a computer as soon as you enter. From there we can get a basic layout of the base, and any other information that might help. If you use the flash drive I gave you, I can process all the information and send you what you need." Otacon said.
"Got it." Snake replied, and ended the transmission.
September 18th, 2011, Noon: A large apartment somewhere in New York
After meticulous virus and spyware scans, Otacon opened the strange email he received earlier in the morning. The sender was anonymous, and the only identification they left were the initials 'W.H.'
" Mr. Emmerich,
If you are wondering how I was able to find your name and Philanthropy address, in all honesty I stumbled across it. That might sound odd, but from one hacker to another, it could be seen as serendipity. I know of the Patriots. I know your prior experience with them. From the standpoint I represent, this is not the way the world should be. I wish to help. I have the resources and technology that would help you, and the world, become free of their grasp. If you are interested, meet me in Central Park at 3:00 p.m. I will be sitting on a bench in the south west corner.
W.H.
Otacon scanned the email a few more times. Finding nothing malicious, he contemplated his options. Ultimately, he decided to go, though Otacon knew the risk.
2:55 p.m.: Central Park.
Otacon paced back and forth on the walking path, a briefcase in one hand. He was about seventy feet from a small group of benches. In five minutes, he would meet his informant. Slightly nervous, he called up Snake on the codec.
"Snake, how is the stealth camouflage holding up?" Otacon asked.
"It's fine. I'm at a good position if anything goes sour." Snake replied.
"Good. Well, let's hope this goes well." Otacon said, and the transmission. After a few minutes of pacing, a tall woman with long red hair wearing a black blouse and khaki pants calmly strolled up to one of the benches, sat down, and pulled out a laptop. Otacon looked around, walked up, and sat on the opposite end of the bench. The woman stared at her laptop, and started to type.
"Mr. Emmerich, I'm glad you came." the woman said, still staring at her laptop. Otacon opened the briefcase, pulled out his laptop, and powered it up.
"W.H. I'm guessing." Otacon said.
"Yes. Give me a few seconds to find out if we are being monitored." W.H. said. She paused for a few moments, and smiled. "Good. The only monitoring we are receiving is from Snake. I'd ask him to stop hiding in the tree and join us, but I believe he is a bit more comfortable there." she said. Otacon coughed. "Don't worry, if I was in your situation I would have done the same thing. Now, Mr. Emmerich, my name is Washu Hakubi. I'm a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to science and computers, and what the Patriots are doing is not in the better interest of myself, and a few others I know." Washu said. She then pulled out a flash drive from the side of her laptop and gave it to Otacon. "On this flash drive you will find a small amount of information I have collected on a new Metal Gear that is being developed in a secret base in Chernobyl. I haven't found much, only that it isn't a reproduction of REX or RAY. The other key bit of information that I've found is that the base is under the control of a man named Dimitri. I haven't found anything more on him, which is quite odd. He has no financial, medical, or military records. All I know is that he is somehow in league with the Patriots."
"Wow, where did you find all this?" Otacon asked, baffled.
"I have my ways. I recommend that something is done about this as soon as possible." Washu answered. She packed up her laptop, and stood up. "I'll be staying in the area to help you, so I'll send another message when I find anything else. It was good meeting you, Mr. Emmerich."
"Uh, yeah. Nice meeting you Ms. Hakubi." Otacon said. Washu walked away, and Otacon rubbed his eyes. "Snake, it looks like you might be headed to Chernobyl..."
September 23rd, 2011, 10:02 p.m.: Somewhere in Chernobyl
The truck arrived at the base, and Snake managed to jump out and find a hiding spot to monitor the guard's patrol paths. He looked over the front of the base, and found a small side entrance that was barely monitored. When he saw his chance, Snake quietly moved to the door, and went inside the base. Snake looked around the interior, and it appeared to be a gathering hall for the soldiers stationed at the base. There was only one guard in the room, and he was sitting in a chair in the back of the room, sleeping. Snake moved slowly through the room, towards the closest door. On the other side was a small office. It was somewhat bare, even the computer on the desk had a single color as a wallpaper. Snake made a beeline for the computer, and plugged in the flash drive. A loading bar appeared on the screen, and once it reached a hundred percent, a pixelated portrait of Otacon appeared with a thumbs up. The codec in Snake's ear started to go off, and automatically answered.
"Snake, I'm processing the information now." Otacon said. As Snake waited, he searched the room, and found a SIG P239 pistol with two clips of .357 rounds.
September 19th, 2011, 3:05 p.m.: Pontrilas, Herefordshire, U.K.
"Bah, it seems every year we lose more good men." a man who appeared to be in his 60's said with a strong Scottish accent, as he stared into a cup of coffee.
"At least this time no one has died, sir." A younger man said with a British accent, playing solitaire. Both men were sitting at a long cafeteria style table in a large room.
"That is true, Soap, but it bugs me how that nameless branch of the government always acquires our best and brightest." the old man said.
"Yeah, it's a pity they recruited that Belmont kid. He showed real promise. Good sniper." Soap said, staring at his card game.
"One of the best I've seen in years." the old man said, then took a sip of his coffee. A electronic ringing went off, and the old man unclipped his cellphone from his belt, then answered it. "Hello...yes, this is Lieutenant Colonel Macmillan...yes, but I haven't seen action in years, I'm just a volunteer instructor now...yes...what! How do you know about?..I see...are you sure?..Hm...I'll call you in an hour, I need to think about this." the old man said. He ended the call and reclipped the phone to his belt.
"Who was that, sir?" Soap asked.
"I don't know, but he knew a lot about me. Something big just came up..." Macmillan said.
September 23rd, 2011, 10:07 p.m.: Somewhere in Chernobyl
"Alright Snake, I've got the information fully processed, I'm transferring it over to you now." Otacon said. Snake watched his soliton radar system, and a few moments later a green line ran down the image, displaying the map after it. "Snake, I want you to display the full map, there are a few areas of interest I want to go over." Otacon continued. The visual of the local map zoomed out into a full 3D model. Apparently, the base was much larger than it appeared, with multiple levels underground. There were a few areas that were glowing red, namely a very large room at the other side of the base, most likely the storage for IRE. "Now Snake, I'm sure you noticed the large hangar that stores IRE, but there are other areas that I've highlighted that I want you to look into. The area closest to you is the stockade. Normally this wouldn't be an area of interest, but whats odd is that it has a much higher security detail than any of the areas around it. The other area of interest that I've highlighted is the computer room, which also has high security detail. The plans for IRE and any possible record of Patriot involvement would be stored here." Otacon continued.
"Any ideas on why stockade is well guarded?" Snake asked.
"It could be someone who tried to instigate a rebellion, or perhaps some kind of hostage. Regardless, it could be beneficial if you helped whoever has been imprisoned there." Otacon answered.
"Possibly. Otacon, what is this last area you've highlighted?" Snake asked.
"Oh that? That's the armory. I figured you might want to stock up on some better weaponry." Otacon answered.
"Procure on site? Got it." Snake said.
September 19th, 2011, 5:22 p.m.: Piccadilly Square, London, U.K.
Macmillan pulled his jacket closer as the cold autumn wind bit into him. He was sitting at a small table, waiting patiently at an indoor-outdoor cafe for the man that called him. He was quite worried, for the man knew details of his operations in Chernobyl. Specifically, details that were not in the official public records. Macmillan sighed, pulled out a hip flask, and poured a small amount of Bailey's into his coffee. Today was becoming a stressful day.
"Lieutenant Colonel Macmillan, it's good to see you are interested." a man's voice said, with an American accent. Macmillan looked up, and saw a young man, possibly in his mid thirties, with black hair and glasses, sit down across from him.
"Boy, you have strictly confidential information about me. I want to know what the hell this is all about, before I report you to my superiors." Macmillan said harshly.
"It's because of that information that you are needed. There is...an issue that has come up in the Ukraine." the man said. Macmillan sighed again.
"You know how many issues there are in Chernobyl? I doubt this is anything different." Macmillan spat.
"This isn't your standard terrorist weapon's deal. They're building a Metal Gear." the man said. Macmillan stared into his cup of coffee.
"...You're with that vigilante group, Philanthropy, aren't you?" Macmillan asked.
"Yes, I'm one of the founders. My name is Hal Emmerich. We're planning an operation in Chernobyl, and with your prior experience, we request that you be a part of our support team." Emmerich asked. Macmillan looked at him, then back down to his coffee.
September 23rd, 2011, 10:10 p.m.: Somewhere in Chernobyl.
Snake was on the move. He had left the gathering hall, and was once again outside, this time moving to the east wing of the base, which contained the stockade. Just as Otacon had pointed out, as he got closer to the wing, the more guards were patrolling. Seeing a nearby unattended guard tower, Snake quickly moved to the ladder, and started to climb slowly. With a higher vantage point, he could watch the patrol routines, and plan out his movements. Reaching the top, he stayed low, and looked around. There were two guards standing on either side of the east wing entrance, with another pacing ten feet in front of them. Snake pulled out a pair of binoculars, and looked over the building. The only other possible entrance to the east wing was a large air duct at the outer edge of the building. He looked back at the guards, and saw a fourth headed towards them, carrying a small white cooler with a red cross emblazoned on the side. One of the guards smiled and raised his hand, and the fourth guard reached into the cooler. He then tossed a red pack to the guard, who ripped it open. It appeared as if he was about to drink from it, when a small cylindrical canister hit him in the side of the head. Snake looked away, and heard a loud bang, followed by a flash that illuminated the entire area. An alarm went off, and Snake looked back. The eastern perimeter wall had been blown open, and headed through the new opening was what appeared to be a ten-man squad of S.A.S. operatives. They moved quickly, and shot at the four guards at the entrance. The guards quickly took cover and returned fire. Snake grimaced, and contacted Otacon.
"Otacon, what's the S.A.S. doing here?" Snake asked.
"I don't know, technically they shouldn't be here." Otacon answered.
"It's not the S.A.S., that was too bold of a move." a voice with a Scottish accent said.
"Who's that?" Snake asked.
"Oh, that's Macmillan, he's a former S.A.S. operative who's had experience in Chernobyl." Otacon said.
"Aye, though I haven't seen action in a long time." Macmillan responded.
"So what can you tell me about this situation?" Snake asked, looking over at the firefight. Alongside the guards were a few heavily armed soldiers, with more headed out of the building. On the other side of the battle the operatives hadn't pressed much forward, and it looked like two of them were already injured.
"The S.A.S. do not make blatant moves in the open, they are more subtle. Take a look at their outfits, what is different about them?" Macmillan asked. Snake used the binoculars again and focused in on one of the operatives hiding behind cover.
"The color of the uniform isn't black, it's a dark green. Hm, the gas mask looks the same. Wait, there isn't a winged dagger patch. It looks like a shield, with a red black checker pattern." Snake said.
"Hm, I know I've seen that somewhere before..." Macmillan said, and trailed off.
"Otacon, can you somehow patch us in to their communications?" Snake asked.
"I can try, I should be able to, thanks to the tech that Washu donated." Otacon said. Snake looked over at the battle, and saw that there was an overwhelming amount of soldiers attacking. There were only two operatives who were actively fighting, the rest were headed back out of the blown open entrance. Snake looked back at the soldiers, just as one had rigged up an RPG. The soldier fired, and the two active operatives, plus a few of the escaping operatives, were sent flying. When their bodies landed, all were still but one, who slowly started to crawl. A lone soldier walked up, and fired into his back. The operative spasmed, and laid still. The soldier whistled and made a hand motion, and a few other soldiers moved forward, and started to carry the bodies into the building.
"Snake, I was able to tap into their radio frequency, I'm patching it over now." Otacon said. Snake started to hear static, which then clarified.
"...'ve somehow gone unnoticed. Once it dies down the rookie and I will continue the mission. We'll report back once we've made some progress. Victoria out." a female voice with a British accent said.
"Hm, it looks like I may have some help..." Snake said.
September 20th, 2011, 3:47 a.m: A large apartment somewhere in New York.
Otacon yawned, and looked at his computer monitor. Earlier in the day, Washu sent him multiple satellite images of Chernobyl. Though Otacon wondered how she was able to take crystal clear images of the area, the thought did not dwell on him for long. He rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake, when he received and email alert. Otacon scanned the message for any possible spyware, and opened it. There was a sound file, labeled 'Lighting status report'. Otacon downloaded the file, and played it.
"I can't talk for long, but I've been following what few leads I have." the voice of Raiden said in the recording. "I've searched Groznyj Grad, and if the Patriots were here, they're long gone. The only clue I have is a few documents discussing an abandoned base in Columbia. I'll send an update if I find more information." the audio file finished, and Otacon sat back in his chair. It had been about a year since Raiden had started his search for Olga's child, and although they learned little, it had been a wild goose chase. Otacon sighed, and started a search on the two locations Raiden mentioned in the message.
September 23rd, 10:15 p.m.: Somewhere in Chernobyl.
"Snake, that area is going to have a much higher guard detail, so I'll look into another way around. Right now I suggest heading to the armory, its the next closest area." Otacon said.
"Alright, I'll contact you if anything comes up." Snake said, and ended the transmission. He then looked around the tower to make sure it was safe to climb down. There were a few more guards headed to the stockade, and he waited until they passed. Once he saw his chance, Snake quickly climbed down the tower and ran to another piece of cover. Looking at his surroundings, he looked for his next opportunity to move. After about ten minutes of moving and hiding, Snake finally found an unguarded entrance. After checking to see if there was anything to set off an alarm, he entered the building. He was in a small room, with an elevator at the other end. There were basic directions spray painted in block letters on the concrete next to the elevator, which said the armory was located at basement level one. Snake entered the elevator and descended. When the doors opened, he was greeted by a large room filled with crates, some waist high and others that reached the ceiling. He then heard a scuffle somewhere in the room. Snake moved quietly out of the elevator, and looked down one of the rows of crates. What he saw surprised him. At the other end of the row was a well built man in splitter camouflage, with short black hair, and with a disturbing smile plastered over his face. On the floor in front of him was a woman in a purple sneaking suit, with long green hair, trying to pick herself up. The man laughed and kicked her in the gut, and sent her through the air a few feet.
"You were a fool to come here, slut." The man said. Snake grimaced, unholstered his SIG, and moved out from cover.
"Freeze!" Snake yelled. The man looked over his shoulder, and the man's smile widened. He had bright yellow eyes, seemingly brighter than the lights in the room.
"Well what do we have here? Another intruder?" The man said. He turned to face Snake, and laughed again. "Ha! I know who you are. You're that mercenary fellow, Snake. I suppose you've come to take care of IRE, haven't you?"
"Possibly. And just who might you be?" Snake responded. The man laughed again, and jumped onto a waist high crate.
"I am Romulus, and I take my orders directly from the man in charge. I'm a bit angry that you interrupted my fun with this little whore." Romulus said, then pointed at the woman who was slowly sitting up. "Then again, this just prolongs my fun. I'm sure you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. Tell me, are you a religious man, Snake?"
"Why does it matter to you?" Snake asked.
"Because, I intend to drive your soul into hell!" Romulus yelled, and started to laugh manically. Snake saw the woman pull something out of her pocket, and she slid it across the floor. It stopped inches from Snake's foot.
"Use that, it's the only thing that can kill him!" The woman yelled, and started to cough.
"Quiet, bitch! You aren't involved in this battle!" Romulus yelled, and pulled out a knife. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it flying, and it embedded itself into the woman's stomach. She gasped, and started to cough up blood. Snake quickly picked up the object the woman slid. It was a clip of .357 ammo. The bullets were highly polished, silvery in appearance. Snake replaced the clip in his SIG with the new one.
"Let us begin!" Romulus yelled, and pulled out his own handgun. He fired a few rounds at Snake, who ducked behind cover. Romulus jumped back onto the ground, and started to run. Snake heard him heading to his left side, Snake looked over the crate, and saw quick glimpses of him as he moved from one crate to the next.
"Damn he's fast." Snake said quietly, and moved to another crate. Romulus fired more rounds at Snake, then hid behind a crate to reload.
"I'll make sure your death is slow and painful!" Romulus yelled. Snake popped out from his cover, and aimed at where he heard Romulus' voice. As soon as he moved from cover, Snake fired three rounds. He managed to get a round in Romulus' arm and another in his shoulder. Romulus yelled in pain, and moved to another bit of cover, albeit somewhat slower. Snake ducked back down, and moved quickly to another crate. He breathed slowly, and listened. He heard Romulus move to another crate about fifteen yards behind him, then again, this time moving to his right.
"Where are you hiding, Snake?" Romulus yelled. Snake then heard him breath through his nose, as if he were trying to sniff him out. Snake listened, and determined the exact location of the noise. He popped from cover, and shot a four more rounds in that location. All four rounds went into Romulus' chest, and he yelled loudly, then fell. Snake moved out from his cover, and walked slowly over to Romulus, who was spasming violently on the floor.
"Looks like hell has a new inmate." Snake said. Romulus laughed.
"Maybe so, but you still won't leave this base alive! Dimitri will make you one of his slaves!" Romulus yelled. The wounds in his chest started to smoke, and fire slowly started to spread from his chest. Romulus started to laugh violently, and became engulfed in flames. Snake walked over to the woman, who was slowly pulling the knife from her stomach. When it was out, she dropped it at her side, and held her stomach.
"Don't try to move, I'll go look for a medical kit." Snake said.
"I'm ok, trust me." She said, a slight Scottish accent in her voice, and breathed slowly. A few seconds later she removed her hands from her stomach. The blood stains were still in her sneaking suit, but the skin showing through the hole in the fabric was healed, as if there was no injury. She slowly started to get up, and Snake helped pull her up.
"Who exactly are you?" Snake asked. She brushed herself off, and then smiled.
"My name is Morrigan Aensland. My reason here is similar to yours, I plan on destroying IRE, and killing Dimitri Maximov..."