Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to my first ever published writing ever. I know, it's a bit risky, making your first fic a crossover focusing on one of the most complex characters in their world. I'm not calling this a masterpiece of any sense of the word. That is why it is important to let me know of any improvements that could be made to this and any future chapter in this fic. Without further ado, METAL GEAR RISING: REMNANT. This chapter takes place shortly before Forever Fall of Volume 1.
Raiden POV
I feel sore. ...Pain, coursing through my body. … I can hardly move my limbs. Slowly, but surely, my eyes came into focus. I look to the sides. My arms are in chains. I check below me. Legs are chained as well. I try to call forth my HF Blade… nothing. Only logical explanation is that it has been removed. Whoever did this to me, wherever I am, they will regret crossing my path.
"Rise and shine, pretty boy!"
That voice. obviously belonging to someone else.
"Had a good night's rest, sleeping beauty?"
Damn it, I tried my best to find my voice. I must be weak, still. The man in front of me was wearing a uniform of sort. White jacket. A symbol of a wolf with three slash marks behind it. Doesn't look like it belongs to any organization I know, terrorist or PMC. But the unsettling part came from his mask. It appears to be made of some sort of bone. The sick bastard. How many lives did he take just to make that?
"I'll be honest, I wanted to leave you out to die in those Grimm infested woods, but my boss insisted on locking you up in here."
"Your… boss?" My voice came out a little hoarse.
"... You don't know who you're dealing with, do you?"
"I don't even know where I am."
"White fang? We fight for faunus equality? Lead by the great Adam Taurus? Were you born under a fucking rock or something?"
White Fang… Adam Taurus… at least I'm getting somewhere. But equality? "I doubt you're fighting for equal rights if this is how you treat your guests."
"You dare question us?"
"Fancy mask you got there. How much blood did you had to shed to forge it?"
"If humanity is going to treat us like monsters, then we don the face of them. This thing? Modeled after an Ursa's skull." I have no idea what he's talking about. "But why am I wasting my breath telling you that? the boss wants to know everything from that tin can you call a head." Better prepare myself then.
He reached behind him and pulled out… An ordinary chainsaw? Doesn't seem to be running at a high frequency. This place must be pretty low-tech if those are still around. Still, I better not underestimate it. Though it lacks frequency, it most likely makes up for it in power, not to mention the wielder's probably experienced in using it.
"Now then." The chainsaw starts up with a violent rev. "Who sent you?"
Far as I'm aware of, I cut all ties with Maverick. No longer part of the military. Definitely not part of any other group. "No one," I answered. "I'm all alone."
"Like I'm gonna believe that bullshit!" krrreeeeslash!
GHAAAAHH!
Damn! High Frequency or not, it still hurts like a mother fucker. He's gonna regret striking me with that blade.
"Where are you from?"
"...I'm a nomad. I'm not from anywhere."
"Hah! Like a hobo managed to get his hands on some soup-ed up power armor." krrrrrrrrr!
AAAAH!
"It was Ironwood, wasn't it? fighting for his fucked up beliefs?"
"..."
"ANSWER ME!" krrr-krrr-krrrrrrrrrr!
Again and again, he stabbed me, hoping to gain some answers. And time after time, I refuse to cooperate. Either because I have no idea what he's talking about, or because I just want to piss him off. It's most definitely the former.
"WHY WON'T YOU TALK?"
"..."
"Run out of your smart-ass comments? Is that it? I'll make you feel the pain of the White Fang!"
"You can cut me all you want. ...Won't change the fact that you're probably nothing more than a terrorist group, using violence to get what you want."
"W-what?"
"So what if you've been called names? Your 'pain' pales in comparison to mine. I've been lied to, cheated, abused, and yet here you are, talking about how much your life sucks."
"I don't believe you. No pain is greater than the faunus."
"Once upon a time, I was in a mission. To infiltrate a so-called 'oil cleanup facility' from terrorists who plans on blowing up the whole damn thing if the government didn't surrender to their power. I thought I was doing my country a great service. But in reality, I was nothing more than a test subject to raise the perfect soldier. My life has since then, never been the same ever again. Every day, when I wake up, I have to ask myself, 'Is this reality?' and 'What is it exactly am I fighting for?'. The pain I experience every day? It lets me know that this is the real life. And assholes like you are the reason why I fight. ...No... one of the reasons why. Throughout my life, I've been called many, many things. …'White Devil', …'Raiden', …heh… 'Pretty Boy'. But… there's one name, that no matter what happened, always sticks to me. No matter how hard I try to forget it."
"And that would be…?"
I couldn't help but smirk at his response. "Why don't you see for yourself?"
Needless to say…
Krrrrrrrrrrr!
SLASH!
"…"
"…hehehe…"
"?"
"You wanna know how I got the name Jack the Ripper?"
"W-w-what the hell?"
With the adrenalin rushing throughout my body, I tore away from my now pathetically weak prison. I gave him one last look at my true psychotic self. "It's because people like you are just too easy to kill." I rush in on him, using CQC to snap his arm, forcing him to drop his chainsaw. In one quick swoop, I grabbed his weapon and slice him in two. Judging from his screams, there's no denying reinforcements will soon arrive. Until I find my HF Blade, this will have to make do.
"You two, check to make sure he's all right. I'll stand guard." Speak of the devil. Didn't take long for them to get here. Soon enough, guns were raised and soldiers were killed. Don't get me wrong, this chainsaw is powerful, it just doesn't give me the agile advantage in combat. It's almost as bad as Sundowner's Pincer Blades. I checked the assault rifles the two guards were carrying. They don't even have ID Locks. Just how primitive is this place? Nonetheless, I decided to take it with me. I ejected the clip to see how loaded this thing was. …Still pretty full, roughly around 26 shots out of a possible 30. Don't recognized the caliber, though, I guess it's true what they say about "two steps forwards, one step back".
But then again, me out all people, should know that by now.
I swiped four clips from the two dead soldiers. As long as I aim for their vital parts, and limit myself to a three-round burst each time, I should be fine.
All guards be on alert, there's a dangerous individual on the premise
Wasn't expecting on leaving without a fight anyways. The third sentry from earlier must've heard, no doubt, and now he's coming to check the damage. Hiding right next to the exit, I waited for him to come.
"Holy-! …What the Oum happened in here?"
Click "You want the short answer or the long one? On second that, don't answer. Not unless you want a bullet in your head." That set him straight. "Put your gun on the floor. Now." A kept a steady aim in case he did something fishy. Luckily, he was smart enough not to pull a fast one. "Talk."
"W-what do you want to know?"
"Red katana. Surging with electricity. Where is it?"
"I-I don't know where it is!"
"That better be your honest to god answer." I pushed the muzzle up to his head to know I mean buisness.
"STORAGE ROOM! There's a storage room down the hall, third door on the right! It's there!"
smack!
The body fell limp from the result of me slaming the stock against his head. Now we're getting somewhere. Before any more guards can arrive, I slipped out of my cell. Third door on the right, eh?
Found it.
HF Murasama, the blade that originaly belonged to my rival, Jeststream Sam, before I did him in. It's the blade that helped me take down Armstrong.
But that's a story for another time.
Throwing caution into the wind, I went forward to grab my sword and sheath.
"FREEZE!"
Shit. It can never be easy, can it? I turned around to quickly shoot him the head and... wait. That's impossible! No one should recover from that shot!
"Put the base on lockdown! I repeat, put the base o- HURK!"
If a bullet to his head won't do it, then a sword will. Looks like whatever protected him didn't make the cut.
…Sorry. I Should've never said that.
This is getting ridiculous. I need to find my way out ASAP. Then can I start figuring where the hell am I. I placed my sheath on my back and loaded Murasama into it. I should avoid unnecessary confrontations if I want to escape. Lucky for me I found some cardboard boxes to use in this very room.
What? Never heard of soldiers hiding in boxes?
Crouching, and with the box donned over my head, I made my way through the base, hugging the walls and stopping dead in my tracks whenever someone came close. Due to the high alert status, it was no surprise that it ended up happening a lot. Eventually I came across what looks like a hangar of sorts, filled with crates of most likely raw minerals and resources. That open gate at the end of the room looks like my ticket out of here. It was a tedious game of red light, green light, but I'm halfway-
"Hey, someone turn on the AC in here? I'm burning up in this heat!"
…Why do I have a bad feeling about-
WOOSH!
…
…
…
…I'm not exaggerating when I say the success of my escape hinges on how I use that cardboard box. But in the end, a cardboard box…
…is only made of paper.
"THERE HE IS!"
No choice now! I quickly drew Murasama, slicing up anyone who dared getting within my range. They already saw what I'm capable of, and yet they still insist on attacking. What were they hoping to gain by blindly charging into their deaths? I impaled one soldier from my side, and used him to send a group of three flying. Why won't they just let up?
BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!
Three guards, who I failed to noticed behind me fell over. Seems I'm not alone.
"I gotta admit, you sure know how to raise on hell of a party."
I turned around and pointed my sword at whoever said that. "Who are you?"
"Relax, jumpy. I'm on your side."
?
"I received word that the White Fang was holding a hi-tech soldier hostage, so I was tasked to take them out and rescue the poor soul. But it looks like said poor soul did that first part for me."
"And I'm assuming I am that 'poor soul'?"
"You catch on quick. Call me Qrow."
Qrow? Must be his codename.
"Raiden."
He smirked. "How 'bout we get out of here."
"Whoever neutralize the most wins."
"Love a good challenge. You're on!"
We rushed forward at the advancing troops, slicing as many as we can. Qrow insisted on knocking them out, but he didn't seem to stop me from tearing them to shreds. As I was fighting, I noticed a guard holding Qrow by the shoulders. I was about to move in to help, but he quickly flipped himself over his captive, slamming him down to the ground. If this is how he fights drunk, I hate to encounter him sober.
Speaking of which, his alcohol percentage is far beyond that of a normal human's. Unless Nano-machines are at work, he should be dead.
Soon enough, they were running out of men, but we still held our guard. We were sure victory was ours, but… they had a secret weapon.
WRRRR CLUNK!
WRRRR CLUNK!
WRRRR CLUNK!
Of course they have a mech.
"Don't worry, that Paladin is in its alpha stage." Qrow informed me.
"How can you tell?"
"Would you believe me if I said they're still working on a public prototype?" Looking back at the mech, I could see where he's coming from. Those turrets are at a limited angle, making them full of blind spots. No infrared sensors of any sorts, ether. Not to mention some of the exposed wiring from lack of armor. They just couldn't wait, could they? I gripped the hilt of Murasama and rushed towards it. The Paladin fired shots, but I deflected them with ease. As I got close, the pilot tried to do the sensible thing at the time and tried to stomp me out. What a joke. HF Blades are designed to be nigh-unbreakable, being able to block blades with the size and power of Metal Gears such as RAY and EXCELUS. A robotic foot, especially of the pitiful nature of the Paladin, might as well be a pushover. Upon staggering on contact with my blade, I leapt high activating Blade Mode in the process. With thanks to my speed enchantments, I sliced its leg into bite sized pieces, crippling the alpha entirely. The not-so-impressive mecha slumped to its side due to no longer being able to support its own weight. The pilot scurried out of the cockpit in fear, making him easy prey. I drew my blade, ready to strike.
"Wait!"
Qrow?
"Let me handle him. If they managed to get their hands on an alpha model Paladin, we need to find out how in order to prevent future thefts."
"…Do what you want. It's not my problem anyways."
Qrow knocked the last soldier unconscious and carried him over his shoulders. He then turned to me.
"So what brings you here? Clearly not out for a Sunday stroll. …And that suit of yours. Believe it or not, but you could give Jimmy a run for his lien with you running around. As advanced as Atlas is, you're on an entirely different league of your own."
"…Let's just say I have my own war to fight." Wait… Atlas? "Say… this 'Atlas' isn't some sort of PMC, is it?"
Qrow was obviously baffled by my question. Do they not have Private Military Companies of any sorts? "PMC? No, Atlas on one of the four kingdoms of Remnant. If you didn't know that, then either you got a mind wipe, or you're from another world."
With that revelation, it's most defiantly the later. "You're right… I'm not from this world. I would say you got it pretty made, not having an economy dependent on war, but those White Fang says otherwise."
"Yeah, not to mention the Grimm. Manifestation of humanities darkest traits." Great, I'm stuck in some fantasy sci-fi world Otacon would kill to be in. "But… I do know a guy that may help you." He pulled up a communications device of sorts, pressing random buttons. By the time he was done, a holographic image appeared before me, detailing a flying majestic castle.
…Yup. Defiantly one of Hal's animes.
"There's a man running this school, Beacon, named Ozpin. He'll most likely know what to do."
"So much faith on one man. How are you sure he'll help me?"
"Trust me, dude's an odd case. Almost impossible to read, filled with secrets. But his intentions are in the right place. In fact, both of my nieces are enrolled in this very school." He handed me his mobile device, gesturing me to take it. "You do what you need to do."
I grabbed the device and scanned it into my systems. Soon enough, all the physical data relating to Remnant, along with Beacon's location, was added to my Soliton. With the transfer complete, I handed the device back to Qrow.
"I take it you're on your way?"
"Don't worry about me, Qrow. I'm more than capable." Remnant, huh? This will certainly be a story for the family. Whatever challenge lies ahead; I'll take it head on. But, for now, it's time to find this Ozpin. I hope Qrow is right about him…
And that's it for this chapter. I felt like Jack the Ripper came and went to quickly, and any attempts at humor feel kinda flat. Nonetheless, I am happy that I managed to get this out. There will be no set update schedule so if I fall off the radar it's most likely because I'm lazy or something is zandatsuing into my time. With that said, thank your for reading the first chapter if MGR: REMNANT.
"Did jyou rike it?"
-Hideo Kojima