Disclaimer: I do not own either MGS or Gate.

I thought about it a bit and decided that instead of a oneshot with a single scenario, I readapted a bit this 'first half of the one shot' of sorts and upload each of the stories as another chapter/s forming a standalone short story, all sharing this intro. That way I get to tell three short stories for the price of one.

A portal opens in:

1. Alnus hill vicinity, just as Zorzal was about to lead the invasion of Ginza.

2. The middle of the Warrior Bunny-Empire final battle.

3. An original scenario, probably a non canon event, including Zorzal and his army, maybe the Flame Dragon instead.

It was a shitty day for the Outer Heaven's rookie pilot. First he woke up half an hour late for the briefing, then he stained his uniform with coffee and now he's falling behind the other two Metal Gear REX' he was supposed to move in a formation with.

"As this day could possibly get any shittier than this..." He muttered inside his enclosed cockpit, sighing at his bad luck, not noticing his day was just about to get worse, much worse.

He failed to notice a sort of an event horizon that opened right in front of his REX and he passed trough without even realizing what was about to transpire until he emerged on the other side. The change in scenerry was drastic, from a desert like region to a grassland, just as he focused on what was behind him the Portal or whatever the heck it was closed behind him leaving him on the wrong side.

"Mother Base, this is Rex 3 can you hear me?" the pilot called over the radio in his vehicle but recived only static. He tried with the other two REX' with the same success.

He then tried to use his own codec but the other side was silent, either with Rex1 and Rex2 as well as the off duty cyborg teammate and some of the people from the control center. With the communication attempt gone to shit he was unsure what was happening, the whole thing was bizzare, not to mention he was efectivelly cut off from the Mother Base and the rest of Outer Heaven, a small sized superpower country led by the Legendary soldier, Big Boss.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUUUCK!" he yelled the word repeatedly, but there was nothing he could do about his situation. After about 15 minutes of cursing his bad luck he calmed down somewhat and deduced whatever brought him here was gone and staying rooted in this spot was pointless. The rookie decided to follow the river downstream, as he knew the river would lead to civilization.

The scenery was strange to say the least. There were no signs of any Human activity, but even more strange was the untouched landscape as far as the eye can see. It all seemed too clean, for the lack of better wording, 'the grass was greener here', wherever 'here' was.

At first he thought it was a prank from the guys who were monitoring the exercise from the control center. Maybe they hooked him onto the VR protocol, just to make a fool out of the newbie, but seeing the VR control switch was off he grunted. He even checked the thing just to be on the safe side, with those nerds back in base you can never be too sure. He finally realized no data was being recived nor processed from the Command much less the VR and sighed in defeat, he was alone in this foreign place.

The Captain dared to guess he was actually transported to another world and with all he saw this far it was not farfetched to assume such thing. He often stopped to check on the landscape around himself. He zoomed in on every small animal or a particular tree or bush seeing those were the only living things around beside him. He tried to tell where he was by identifying the flora and fauna in the area, but thus far he came up short. The last little lizard climbing on the tree bark of a wierd tree was unlike anything he ever saw, so he shrugged it off and continued his little exploration trip.

As he comandeered the bipedal death mobile towards the unknown he really appreciated the latest change from diesel engines to power cells, as that meant he won't hit empty any time soon, the armament however... it was better not to think about it. For now he was fully loaded and functional and he even had some small arms and provisions for several days as per regulations. By getting rid of the larger engine and fuel for it, a lot of space was made inside the REX itself. The engineers quickly used said space to increase the payload, armor and sensory systems of the Metal gear itself boosting its efficiency and pilots survivability by a great deal. Despite that, it was still unnerving as untill this moment he did not met or saw anyone to be sure will all of that be sufficient, however that was about to change soon.

After about an hour of a boring, uneventful trek on cruising speed the radome picked up people, a lot of them actually, just on the edge of the REX' sensory range, which was about 35km, meaning there were no satellites or any relay stations nearby. That confermed his suspicions, this WAS another World afterall. Not wasting another moment he quickly went to meet those people, they sure know more about where this place is and possibly how to get back home.

Soon he was just a small hill away from having the people in visual range so the pilot lowered the volume of the music blasting in his enclosed cockpit, now was not the time to get distracted. Once he reached the top of the hill he lowered the MG's speed to a slow pace, there was no reason to scare the locals with a huge mech rushing towards them like some maniac. Still, he was itching to show off for some time now, especially since he was alone here, no HQ, no CO, no backup or support of any kind, no nothing, just him and his 'ride'.

'I wonder what kind of people I'm about to meet?' He thought about the odd situation, 'It seems like they're not emmiting a single radio wave... what kind of place is this...' he mused to himself as he climbed the gentle grassy slope towars the top.

A few moments later he reached the hilltop, the first images of the people from the other side appeared on his HUD. To say the sight was anything but shocking was an understatement.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" He exclaimed in shock, as he did not expect such sight.

"What kind of a backwards shithole did I ended into?!" He yelled in despair watching trough a monitor the primitive looking people just a couple kilometers away, a thousand questions in his racing mind.

Steeling himself he moved the bipedal tank downhill towards the locals. It seemed they didn't notcie him yet. He carefully flipped some switches, arming the dual Gau-8 and the V-17 Vulcan cannon with that action, just to be on the safe side. The dark grey Metal Gear with a white skull painted over the cockpit and the 'Outer Heaven' inscription on each hip was about to make history in this strange world.

Thank you for reading my story, a review would be appreciated especially if you'll give some advices or constructive criticism so I can hopefuly improve my writing skills.

Cheers!