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Chapter 1: Encounters of the Snake kind
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This story does not start with you and me sitting here on this large, fallen tree with me telling a story, it starts many years before this point but it would be better to start here I suppose... because this is the first time this story has ever been told, or even experienced by an outsider.
"I do not like talking about the things that have happened to me, for fear of reputation, rejection, or for whatever reason... I just do not. But, I suppose I should tell you my story, and what I have done, and what has been done to me because... Earth may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life if we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing.
As you probably know, it has been about a year and a half since the Big Shell was destroyed, and almost three and a half years since the tanker sank there. I was one of the terrorists that hijacked the Big Shell. I went along with my best friend, Olga Gurlokovich, and her fellow Russian soldiers. We all had our own agendas, as I soon found out.
Olga left me alone, telling me to leave the Big Shell, she left to fight alongside a man she had made me hate, Solid Snake. Back then, I did not know him at all and I hated him, for what he had done to Olga, but I did not know that she had had a change of heart about him, and I know I would not have understood back then.
I do not know how long it was after Olga left that the first explosion rocked the facility that I was in. I remember... I remember the water flooding in... all around me, suffocating.
The next thing I knew I woke up lying, strewn, across a cold black metal floor. I awoke to soft, yet hoarse, whispering coming from across the floor. When I gazed across the floor I saw two black figures standing and whispering to each other. One of the black figures, the smaller one, walked towards me and when he reached me he kneeled down next to me. I tried to move, reach towards him, but to my dismay I found that the cold that I felt was not only burning, but paralyzing as well. The figure that was still kneeling beside me spoke:
"Are you alright?" It asked. I moved my head slightly, finding that as time past I was regaining mobility in certain parts of my body.
"I'm a-alright I think..." I replied hesitantly, I could not feel any wounds though I did feel quite groggy. I continued on to ask where I was, and who the mysterious man kneeling beside me was, but all he would say was that I was in a safe place. Just after the first man finished answering my questions the other, taller man, walked up, momentarily blocking out the over head light, that is about the time everything went black.
The next thing I knew I woke up in a familiar bed in a Russian facility I had been in once before, it turned out that it was the same one Olga, the soldiers, and I had stayed at temporarily before we had set off to America to take over the Big Shell. There was minimal running staff in the facility, just enough to keep it up, along with a few familiar faces of Olga's soldiers... the only ones that remained un-arrested by the Patriots. It was soon explained to me that I had been literally left on the doorstep of the facility like a young child being left at an orphanage. I had been abandoned like an unwanted pet again...
I stayed at the facility for about three months; if I weren't training or sleeping I was sitting alone toiling over the mistakes I had made at the Big Shell, the loss of my comrades and... the loss of my closest friend, Olga. I found that Ocelot was the reason for all of my pain, I did not know enough to find him on my own, I had to work at it, I knew... if I wanted to avenge Olga, and find her son. Yes, Olga did have a son, he was a beautiful boy, I knew because I had been there when he was born.
The others there at the facility were getting worried about me; they told me that I should not think so much about the deaths of my friends and comrades, the only family I had ever known. They told me that they could hear me, at night, calling out to people in my sleep, it was true... It was not enough to haunt me in the day, but the thoughts - the images – that ran through my head had to come to me in my dreams, no, not dreams, nightmares.
After those horrible three months of almost non-stop training and sleepless nights I received word from an anonymous source that Metal Gear RAY had been sighted somewhere off the coast of Indonesia. I eagerly left with high hopes of finding that Metal Gear and the man who piloted it, Revolver Ocelot. It would be my first 'mission' since the Big Shell and I was greatly anticipating the battle with Ocelot and the avenging of my friend's death. With all of these hopes and expectations I went to Indonesia to further investigate the mysterious tip that I had received.
The second day that I was in Indonesia I had found this small little bar on the beach with a beautiful patio overlooking the ocean view. I had already scoped out the place where Ocelot and Metal Gear RAY were supposedly. I had found that there was only the normal amount of soldiers guarding and patrolling at the facility, there were quite a few surveillance cameras as well.
I was at the small bar on the beach, trying to gather myself to prepare mentally for my first mission in what seemed forever. Me, holding my strawberry daiquiri, walked to the edge of the patio of the bar overlooking the beach. I sighed at the sunset as I remembered the Big Shell incident; I closed my eyes, soaking up the last rays of the sun, feeling the warm breeze across my face. I turned around and bumped right into something - or rather, someone – spilling my strawberry daiquiri all over the front of the person.
"Oh, I am so sorry!" I said a little surprised that I had dropped the drink and that this mysterious man could have come so close behind me and I had not yet noticed his presence.
"Uh... It's..." The man started, but was unable to finish because I had reached over to the nearest small table and grabbed some napkins and started patting the spot where I had clumsily spilled the alcoholic beverage. The man looked down at me a little then put his hand over the two of mine to stop me. "It's alright; you don't have to do that." The man said, taking my hands away from his lower chest area.
"I am very sorry; I am not usually this clumsy." I apologized once again. The man smiled slightly uneasily at me, a bit nervous.
"My name is Dave," He said, introducing himself kindly to me.
I looked up at the man who was only a few inches taller than me. "My name is Chitose." I told him, smiling with relief at him.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" The man, Dave, asked me. He did not hesitate for a second to ask me this. I blushed slightly; no one had ever asked me to dinner with them before. Dave took me to a small, yet beautiful local restaurant in a corner of the tiny town that we were in though I could not shake the feeling that I had seen Dave somewhere at some point in my life. I kept telling myself that I had never met Dave because I was enjoying his company more than I had anticipated, but I just couldn't shake that nagging voice in my head.
Dave helped me choose what to order, and he even got us some wine, though I made sure that I did not drink too much of that because of the mission I had to go on later in the night. At first it was pretty awkward between the two of us, we were both people of few words, but after the dinner had arrived and we started eating we found that it was a bit easier to speak with each other.
I suddenly noticed that Dave was staring at me. I snapped my head up and looked back at him, a little scared that there might be something wrong. "You're staring..." I said a little hesitantly, blushing.
"It's just... you are a very beautiful woman..." Dave said this, proving that even though he was a man of few words he was quite the smooth talker.
After Dave and I had split for the night I went to go and find Ocelot. I put on my 'skeleton suit' and went to the facility that I had scoped out earlier. There were less guards now than there had been before, I guess I really didn't think it suspicious or anything, maybe I should have clued in on that when I got there. Even if I had clued in on the odd little things here and there I would have gone on to find out what was going on in that facility.
I easily snuck into the facility, easier than I had thought I would originally, but it seemed that I would have to change my plan slightly seeing as there was a different number of guards... and their walking patterns had changed as well... I did not know exactly where Ocelot was, or where Metal Gear RAY was being stored. Luckily, I stumbled upon a dozing security guard that spilt the beans to me on the location of Ocelot. Just as I received the information a loud alarm came ringing through the building, and among all of the chaos and noise I heard a loud order sound throughout the halls:
"All soldiers go on alert! There is an intruder in the building!"
"Shit! How did they find me?" I muttered through my teeth. The soldier beside me drew his weapon but before her could pull the trigger of his FN P90 I pulled my Beretta M9/92F (with silencer) out and smoothly killed the soldier.
I rushed out of the room, leaving the body lying on the ground; I didn't even bother to hide it. Soon after I reached the junction between the hallway I was going down and the hallway leading to the door to the room that Ocelot is supposedly in. Once again I pulled out my Beretta M9/92F (with a silencer) and stepped out from behind the concealing wall. I was not expecting anything or anyone to be facing me, but what I found was another small, hand held weapon in my face. I looked up to the owner of the weapon, a man.
"Dave?!"
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AN: This is my first attempt at a Metal Gear fic so I hope everyone liked it. Please review and tell me how I have done so far!
This story does not start with you and me sitting here on this large, fallen tree with me telling a story, it starts many years before this point but it would be better to start here I suppose... because this is the first time this story has ever been told, or even experienced by an outsider.
"I do not like talking about the things that have happened to me, for fear of reputation, rejection, or for whatever reason... I just do not. But, I suppose I should tell you my story, and what I have done, and what has been done to me because... Earth may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life if we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing.
As you probably know, it has been about a year and a half since the Big Shell was destroyed, and almost three and a half years since the tanker sank there. I was one of the terrorists that hijacked the Big Shell. I went along with my best friend, Olga Gurlokovich, and her fellow Russian soldiers. We all had our own agendas, as I soon found out.
Olga left me alone, telling me to leave the Big Shell, she left to fight alongside a man she had made me hate, Solid Snake. Back then, I did not know him at all and I hated him, for what he had done to Olga, but I did not know that she had had a change of heart about him, and I know I would not have understood back then.
I do not know how long it was after Olga left that the first explosion rocked the facility that I was in. I remember... I remember the water flooding in... all around me, suffocating.
The next thing I knew I woke up lying, strewn, across a cold black metal floor. I awoke to soft, yet hoarse, whispering coming from across the floor. When I gazed across the floor I saw two black figures standing and whispering to each other. One of the black figures, the smaller one, walked towards me and when he reached me he kneeled down next to me. I tried to move, reach towards him, but to my dismay I found that the cold that I felt was not only burning, but paralyzing as well. The figure that was still kneeling beside me spoke:
"Are you alright?" It asked. I moved my head slightly, finding that as time past I was regaining mobility in certain parts of my body.
"I'm a-alright I think..." I replied hesitantly, I could not feel any wounds though I did feel quite groggy. I continued on to ask where I was, and who the mysterious man kneeling beside me was, but all he would say was that I was in a safe place. Just after the first man finished answering my questions the other, taller man, walked up, momentarily blocking out the over head light, that is about the time everything went black.
The next thing I knew I woke up in a familiar bed in a Russian facility I had been in once before, it turned out that it was the same one Olga, the soldiers, and I had stayed at temporarily before we had set off to America to take over the Big Shell. There was minimal running staff in the facility, just enough to keep it up, along with a few familiar faces of Olga's soldiers... the only ones that remained un-arrested by the Patriots. It was soon explained to me that I had been literally left on the doorstep of the facility like a young child being left at an orphanage. I had been abandoned like an unwanted pet again...
I stayed at the facility for about three months; if I weren't training or sleeping I was sitting alone toiling over the mistakes I had made at the Big Shell, the loss of my comrades and... the loss of my closest friend, Olga. I found that Ocelot was the reason for all of my pain, I did not know enough to find him on my own, I had to work at it, I knew... if I wanted to avenge Olga, and find her son. Yes, Olga did have a son, he was a beautiful boy, I knew because I had been there when he was born.
The others there at the facility were getting worried about me; they told me that I should not think so much about the deaths of my friends and comrades, the only family I had ever known. They told me that they could hear me, at night, calling out to people in my sleep, it was true... It was not enough to haunt me in the day, but the thoughts - the images – that ran through my head had to come to me in my dreams, no, not dreams, nightmares.
After those horrible three months of almost non-stop training and sleepless nights I received word from an anonymous source that Metal Gear RAY had been sighted somewhere off the coast of Indonesia. I eagerly left with high hopes of finding that Metal Gear and the man who piloted it, Revolver Ocelot. It would be my first 'mission' since the Big Shell and I was greatly anticipating the battle with Ocelot and the avenging of my friend's death. With all of these hopes and expectations I went to Indonesia to further investigate the mysterious tip that I had received.
The second day that I was in Indonesia I had found this small little bar on the beach with a beautiful patio overlooking the ocean view. I had already scoped out the place where Ocelot and Metal Gear RAY were supposedly. I had found that there was only the normal amount of soldiers guarding and patrolling at the facility, there were quite a few surveillance cameras as well.
I was at the small bar on the beach, trying to gather myself to prepare mentally for my first mission in what seemed forever. Me, holding my strawberry daiquiri, walked to the edge of the patio of the bar overlooking the beach. I sighed at the sunset as I remembered the Big Shell incident; I closed my eyes, soaking up the last rays of the sun, feeling the warm breeze across my face. I turned around and bumped right into something - or rather, someone – spilling my strawberry daiquiri all over the front of the person.
"Oh, I am so sorry!" I said a little surprised that I had dropped the drink and that this mysterious man could have come so close behind me and I had not yet noticed his presence.
"Uh... It's..." The man started, but was unable to finish because I had reached over to the nearest small table and grabbed some napkins and started patting the spot where I had clumsily spilled the alcoholic beverage. The man looked down at me a little then put his hand over the two of mine to stop me. "It's alright; you don't have to do that." The man said, taking my hands away from his lower chest area.
"I am very sorry; I am not usually this clumsy." I apologized once again. The man smiled slightly uneasily at me, a bit nervous.
"My name is Dave," He said, introducing himself kindly to me.
I looked up at the man who was only a few inches taller than me. "My name is Chitose." I told him, smiling with relief at him.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" The man, Dave, asked me. He did not hesitate for a second to ask me this. I blushed slightly; no one had ever asked me to dinner with them before. Dave took me to a small, yet beautiful local restaurant in a corner of the tiny town that we were in though I could not shake the feeling that I had seen Dave somewhere at some point in my life. I kept telling myself that I had never met Dave because I was enjoying his company more than I had anticipated, but I just couldn't shake that nagging voice in my head.
Dave helped me choose what to order, and he even got us some wine, though I made sure that I did not drink too much of that because of the mission I had to go on later in the night. At first it was pretty awkward between the two of us, we were both people of few words, but after the dinner had arrived and we started eating we found that it was a bit easier to speak with each other.
I suddenly noticed that Dave was staring at me. I snapped my head up and looked back at him, a little scared that there might be something wrong. "You're staring..." I said a little hesitantly, blushing.
"It's just... you are a very beautiful woman..." Dave said this, proving that even though he was a man of few words he was quite the smooth talker.
After Dave and I had split for the night I went to go and find Ocelot. I put on my 'skeleton suit' and went to the facility that I had scoped out earlier. There were less guards now than there had been before, I guess I really didn't think it suspicious or anything, maybe I should have clued in on that when I got there. Even if I had clued in on the odd little things here and there I would have gone on to find out what was going on in that facility.
I easily snuck into the facility, easier than I had thought I would originally, but it seemed that I would have to change my plan slightly seeing as there was a different number of guards... and their walking patterns had changed as well... I did not know exactly where Ocelot was, or where Metal Gear RAY was being stored. Luckily, I stumbled upon a dozing security guard that spilt the beans to me on the location of Ocelot. Just as I received the information a loud alarm came ringing through the building, and among all of the chaos and noise I heard a loud order sound throughout the halls:
"All soldiers go on alert! There is an intruder in the building!"
"Shit! How did they find me?" I muttered through my teeth. The soldier beside me drew his weapon but before her could pull the trigger of his FN P90 I pulled my Beretta M9/92F (with silencer) out and smoothly killed the soldier.
I rushed out of the room, leaving the body lying on the ground; I didn't even bother to hide it. Soon after I reached the junction between the hallway I was going down and the hallway leading to the door to the room that Ocelot is supposedly in. Once again I pulled out my Beretta M9/92F (with a silencer) and stepped out from behind the concealing wall. I was not expecting anything or anyone to be facing me, but what I found was another small, hand held weapon in my face. I looked up to the owner of the weapon, a man.
"Dave?!"
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AN: This is my first attempt at a Metal Gear fic so I hope everyone liked it. Please review and tell me how I have done so far!