Hey there I'm back and happy new year. Sorry I've haven't updated in a while I've just been busy with College and trying to work on my resume. Then the holidays came and I didn't realize how much time has passed. Anyway I'm back and continuing with my Metal gear series. This will be done in Canon Chronologically with Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater. Be sure to read the first story HOPE REBORN before this, ok? Read. Review. Enjoy.
The year is 1964 exactly 24 years after the SNAKEHOUND unit arrived from their broken future to change the past for a better tomorrow. Since then they have been establishing their mark gathering identities, resources, and contacts from around the world to make sure their plan goes off without a hitch. They made sure to participate in WWII to help familiarize themselves with the time-line even though they know much of what happened in their history texts and datapad. After the war ended they pretty much stayed on the down low while waiting for the Cold War to begin and for Big Boss to be prepared for the CIA operation.
"Well this has been a very interesting quarter century of my life" Eagle said to the others as they were prepping for their mission in Pakistani. "Even after all our training back in our time and here I still have chills before the mission" Bear said while checking his gear. They knew that failure wasn't an option as they fate of the world hangs in the balance. "Okay we know this is the start of Big Boss's story into the legend he is known as so what are our objectives" ordered beetle. "First is to make sure snake survives the betrayal of The Boss" said Eagle; "Assist him however we can to complete his mission while also making sure he isn't manipulated by several individuals" said Bear. "Then we make sure the philosopher's legacy is in either our or John's hands" Shark finished as he stockpiled on heavy weapons and explosives. "There's also the matter of the objective of operation: SNAKE EATER- to kill the Boss herself; even though we all can take her on together it ultimately boils down to her and John when the time comes" Beetle explains getting stern looks from his teammates. "We'll cross that bridge when we get their for now let's focus on task at hand" Eagle replied as made sure his pistol was locked and loaded. "All right we at 0600. Let's do this team" Beetle ordered.
Pakistani Airspace
August 24, 1964
0530 Hours
The unit sat on the ground looking at the sky as they wait for the Virtouous mission to begin. They were starting to get bored looking at clouds all day when Bold Eagle spotted their target. "Gunship coming in hot" he said as the rest looked to see the cargo door open and out came a single man. "The first HALO jump in history and we get to see it in person for the first time ever" Beetle said as they witness the descent.
He fell through void and space and sky like a meteor, his body angled towards the ground, a living bullet fired toward terra firma. The wind tore at his frame like hooked knives. Miles tore past in what felt like moments.
When he broke through the last of the clouds, he saw what looked like a rolling green ocean beneath, a vast jungle sprawling out endlessly in all directions. There was a razor's ridge of mountains in the distance, high ranges and plateaus that rose two thousand feet or so above the dense and verdant sea of jungle.
"Let's go" ordered the leader of the unit as they trekked through the jungle. Not wanting to blow their cover yet or jeporadize the mission they simply followed behind Snake using the best their stealth training can offer. During the walk Bear finally finished the new comms he have been working on; "their these should allow us to listen in on their transmissions from now on" Bear said as he gave each a receiver. Listening in they heard Snake talking to several individual that they recognize from the history texts.
There was a brief hiss, and then he heard the major's voice, as loud and clear as though he were standing beside him. "Do you copy?"
"Roger that," the young man murmured.
"Good. You're already in enemy territory, and somebody might be listening in. From here on out, we'll be using code-names to refer to each other. Your code-name for this mission will be Naked Snake. I'll be referring to you as 'Snake' from now on. You are not to mention your real name."
"Snake?" The young man grunted.
"You don't like snakes?"
"What do you mean?"
"You've eaten one before, haven't you?"
The young man shrugged. "In survival training."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"I don't know if I'd ever order one in a restaurant, though . . ."
"Be careful," the major said sharply. "You might not have a choice."
"What about you, Major?" Snake-even now, he was thinking of himself by his code-name, as his training dictated-asked. "What should I call you?"
There was a pause, and Snake heard the major mull it over. "Let's see . . . I'll be . . . I'll be Tom. Call me Major Tom.".
"Major Tom otherwise will be soon known as Zero who will be agianst Big Boss in a later time. We'll have to watch out for him" Beetle thought to himself as they continued listen in on the call.
"This will be a sneaking mission, Snake," the major went on. "You must not be seen by the enemy. You must leave no trace of your presence. Is that clear? This kind of infiltration is the FOX unit's specialty. In other words, weapons and equipment are procured on-site." He paused, then said. "That goes for food as well. You are completely naked, just as your name implies."
"Great," Snake muttered. "Now I see why you asked me if I liked snakes. I suppose calling me 'Snake' was your idea of a joke, too?"
"No." Now Zero's voice-or Major Tom's voice, rather-sounded stern. "There's a good reason for that. I'll tell you later, when the time is right."
"Gotcha." Snake looked around the area he had landed. A thick swath of forest loomed around him. "Getting back to the subject, how am I supposed to feed myself?"
"You've been issued a knife and a tranquilizer gun," Major Tom told him. "Use them to hunt for food if you need to."
Snake felt the cold weight of the combat knife sheathed on his calf. The MK-22 tranquilizer gun, called the "Hush Puppy" by those who used it, was tucked in his suit. It was a Navy-modified S&W pistol, which had been the weapon of choice for all SEAL units. He pulled it out now, felt the weight of it in his hands. A silencer was tucked in one of his pockets; he pulled it out and screwed it to the muzzle.
"You'll also find some medical supplies in your backpack," the major said.
Snake grimaced. He glanced in the direction he'd come down in. He saw where the backpack was, hanging from the thatch of branches he'd crashed through. He sighed sourly. Climbing trees didn't bother him, but he wasn't too fond of the terrain as it was.
"I'll be monitoring your progress over the radio," Major Tom told him. "We can't risk violating Soviet airspace, but I'll be in the gunship. My frequency is 140.85."
"Right." Snake headed in the direction of the tree his pack was snagged in. "Give me a second."
They waited for him to retrieve his medpac before the Codec chirped once again.
The codec chirped. "Snake, do you still read?"
"I read, Major," he whispered, checking the contents of the pack. There was a medical kit, just as he'd been told. Bandages, sutures, styptic and even burn ointment. There were a couple more things tucked in the pack, rations maybe. He looked for anything he could use as a weapon besides what was on his person, but saw nothing. He knew why. Solo covert actions were standard FOX operating procedure. He couldn't leave any trace of his presence here. No weapons, equipment, footprints or even bodily fluids-the same went for bullets and cartridges, too. He was already in violation of at least a dozen international treaties and warfare conventions just by being here. FOX wouldn't want to be the cause of an international incident.
"You can't let the enemy know you're there," the major reminded him. "This is a stealth mission. You're a ghost, Snake, in every sense of the word. There will be no rescue if you're captured. The military and the U.S. government will deny any involvement in the affair."
"Then I'll just have to take care of myself."
"Correct. The mission rests entirely in your hands."
"A real one-man army," Snake said bleakly.
"Relax," Major Tom said. "There's a support team ready to back you up over the radio."
"Who?"
"I'll introduce them to you," the major replied. "This time, survival is of the utmost importance. The first member of the support team will be in charge of monitoring your physical condition-acting a medic, so to speak. She's a member of FOX as well, and she's here on the gunship with me."
Snake cupped his ear tighter. "'She'?"
The codec chirped, and then he heard another voice: "Hello, Snake." It was a girl's voice-no, a woman's voice. High, bright, chipper-sounding. It startled Snake a little. "I'm Para-Medic. Nice to meet you."
"Para . . . Medic?"
"As in a medic who comes in by parachute," the girl clarified.
"Para-medic... An ally of Boss but, went to Zero's side when the patriots split into two. Responsible for Gray fox's transformation into the ninja cyborg which led to the entire invention cybernetic enhancements. Perhaps we'll change flow by who she aligns herself to" Bear thought as he thought of a plan
"Aren't you going to tell me your real name?"
"Are you gonna tell me yours, Mr. Snake?" Para-Medic asked knowingly.
"It's John Doe."
"And they call you Jack for short?" Para-Medic chuckled. "You're a regular Captain Nemo."
"A name means nothing on the battlefield," Snake said into the codec. "After a week, no one has a name. What about you? What's yours?"
"Jane Doe."
"Very funny," Snake said dryly.
"I wasn't joking," Para-Medic said, "but I'll tell you my name only if you manage to make it back alive."
"Good to know," Snake said with a small grin.
The codec squeaked again, and Major Tom was back on the line. "There's one more person I want to introduce you to, Snake."
"Yeah? Who?"
There was a pause, and then: "Hello, Jack."
Snake was very rarely surprised in the field, but the voice startled him. It was a woman's voice as well, but it was older. Soft, husky, almost feline-like. It made the hairs on the back of Snake's neck stand up. He knew the voice immediately-and why shouldn't he? He'd heard it every day for almost a decade, and even though it had been nearly half that time since he'd heard it, he would never forget the voice of-
"Boss?"
"The Boss the legendary War hero hero herself; the first of the Legendary Five. I remember when he first heard of her in war history class; sounded like something out of a myth for soldiers who wanted to be the best their is. Then once saw the observation video and even fought along with her team the Cobra unit on D-Day in Normandy we realized that we were in the prescence of the ultimate soldier... A true patriot. However even though she is somewhat the matriarch and progenitor of the snake line; she is a serious threat to Snake's mission and will eventually face her in their showdown. Although with us now here there may just be a change in course of how that goes." Shark went over in his head as they continued the conversation.
"Actually, it was The Boss that got the DCI's authorization in the first place. She's going to be serving as FOX's mission adviser. She also helped me plan this mission. She and I were at SAS together."
The Boss's voice came back: "How many years has it been, Jack?"
Snake had to brace himself against a nearby tree. His mouth felt dry, like ashes. He could picture her as she looked the last time he had seen her:
"Talk to me," she said, sensing his distress. "Let me hear your voice."
"It's been five years, seventy-two days and eighteen hours," Snake said dully.
"You've lost weight."
"You can tell that from the sound of my voice?" Snake asked numbly.
"Of course I can. I know all about you."
Snake composed himself quickly despite his fluxing emotions. "Really? Well, I don't know anything about you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean," Snake said, trying to control his voice, "why did you disappear on me all of a sudden."
"I was on a top-secret mission," The Boss said promptly, as if it were the simplest answer in the world. Because it was. "You didn't need me anymore."
"But . . . but there were still so many things I wanted you to teach me."
"No," The Boss said sharply. "I taught you everything you needed to know about fighting techniques. I taught you all you could. The rest you needed to learn on your own."
Snake hesitated. "Techniques, sure. But what about how to think like a soldier?"
The Boss almost laughed. "How to think like a soldier? I can't teach you that. A soldier needs to be strong in spirit, body, and technique-and the only thing you can learn from someone else is technique. In fact, technique doesn't even matter. What's most important is spirit. Spirit and body are like two sides of a single coin. They're the same thing. I can't teach you how to think. You'll just have to figure it out for yourself.
"Listen to me, Jack. Just because soldiers are on the same side right now doesn't mean they always will be. Having personal feelings about your comrades is one the worst sins you can commit. Politics determine who you face on the battlefield. And politics are a living thing. They change along with the times. Yesterday's good might be tomorrow's evil."
Snake steeled himself. "Is that why you abandoned me?"
"No," The Boss said. "It had nothing to do with you. I already told you, Jack. I was on a top-secret mission. A soldier has to follow whatever orders he's given. It's not his place to question why. But you're looking for a reason to fight. You're a born fighter, but you're not quite a soldier. A soldier is a political tool, nothing more. That's doubly true if he's a career soldier. Right and wrong have no place in his mission. He has no enemies and no friends. Only the mission. You follow the orders you're given. That's what being a soldier is all about."
"I do whatever I have to do to get the job done," Snake said. "I don't think about politics."
"That's not the same thing," The Boss said. "Sooner or later, your conscience is going to bother you. In the end, you have to choose whether you're going to live as a soldier, or just another man with a gun." She paused. "There's a saying in the Orient: 'Loyalty to the end.' Do you know what it means?"
Snake thought about it. "Being . . . patriotic?"
"It means devoting yourself to your country."
"I follow the President and the top brass," Snake replied. "I'm ready to die for them if necessary."
The Boss snorted. "The President and the top brass won't be there forever," she said. "Once their terms are up, others will take their place."
"I follow the will of the leader. No matter who's in charge."
"People aren't the ones who dictate the missions," The Boss said.
"Then who does?"
"The times." The Boss sighed. "People's values change over time. And so do the leaders of a country. So there's no such thing as an enemy in absolute terms. The enemies we fight are only in relative terms, constantly changing with the times."
Snake listened, crouched next to the huge tree. He wasn't sure what to say.
"As long as we have loyalty to the end," The Boss went on, "there's no point in believing in anything." She paused, as though debating whether to say what came next. "Even in those we love."
"And that's the way a soldier is supposed to think?"
"The only thing we can believe in with absolute certainty is the mission, Jack."
The team couldn't believe what they were hearing; of course a soldier is supposed to be loyal to seeing the mission to the end but, they're also human beings. No soldier should have to be like this they are men they follow orders but, they are not a bunch of unthinking droids like HawkVoid and it's forces.
Snake grunted. "All right. But do me a favor."
"What is it?"
"Call me Snake."
"Snake?" The Boss sounded confused, but only for the briefest of moments. "Oh, right. Your code-name is 'Snake.' It suits you well."
"That's right." It was Major Tom. "The legendary unit that The Boss put together during World War II was a snake. The Cobra Unit-a group of heroes that brought the war to an end and saved the world. As long as you've got a legendary hero backing you up, you'll be fine. Isn't that right, Snake?"
"A lot of good that did him" Snakehound unit thought with a deadpanned look.
Snake had to agree with the Major. "One more thing, Boss."
The Boss's voice returned. "Yes?"
Snake smiled, despite himself. "It's good to hear your voice again."
"Same here. After all, who knows if either of us will make it out alive . . ." She trailed off, then recovered. "Snake, you were always best at urban warfare and infiltrating buildings. But this is the jungle. Survival is going to be key. Those CQC techniques I taught you are sure to come in handy."
"I'm probably pretty rusty," he admitted.
"Not to worry," The Boss said smoothly. "I'll be here to help you remember. After all, this is your first actual survival mission. I'll be supporting you over the radio."
"Where are you, Boss?" He hadn't seen her on the plane. "Are you with the Major?"
The codec squelched, and Major Tom spoke. "The Boss is communicating with us by radio from aboard a Permit-class submarine in the Arctic Ocean. You need her help, her frequency is 141.80."
"Gotcha."
"Your mission," the major said, "is to retrieve Dr. Sokolov. Sokolov is being held in an abandoned factory located to the north of your current position. Avoid heavy combat, and don't let anyone see you. Don't forget: this is a stealth mission."
Snake rose to his feet. He braced the handle of the knife against the butt of the MK-22, just as The Boss had taught him years ago. That stance always had a relaxing effect on him.
The Snakehound unit got out their silenced and continued Trailing Naked Snake incognito.
The Virtuous Mission begins...
There done with the first chapter. If you are wondering who the Legendary Five are there a name I made after watching a video on youtube about the well known and famous characters of the series. Here they are in chronological order:
1. The Boss
2. Big Boss
3. Gray Fox
4. Solid Snake
5. Raiden
