Disclaimer: I do not own Shin Megami Tensei or Metal Gear Solid.

A/N: Well...enjoy the first chapter, and please review/fav/story alert/whatever!

This is a P3/P4 crossover as well, as you will soon read...

Also, just so you know, the plot is mainly rather different in the case of the Patriots and such, so please be aware of that.

The characters and the roles they play:

Snake - Souji

Otacon - Teddie

Sunny - Nanako

Campbell - Dojima

Meryl - Naoto

Drebin - Kanji

Johnny - Mitsuo

Liquid - Adachi

Vamp - Chie

Naomi - Yukiko

Raiden - Yosuke

Rosemary - Saki

Little Gray - Fox

Johnathan - Kou

Ed - Daisuke

Laughing Octopus - Ayane

Raging Raven - Yumi

Crying Wolf - Ai

Screaming Mantis - Rise

EVA/Big Mama - Mitsuru Kirijo

Big Boss - Minato Arisato

ParaMedic - Yukari Takaba

Major Zero - Ikutsuki

Sigint - Akihiko Sanada

Mei-Ling - Margaret

War has changed. It's no longer about life, death or freedom. It's an endless series of proxy battles, fought by both men and shadows. War, and its vast consumption of life and soul, has become a well-oiled merchandise. War has changed. ID tagged soldiers carry ID tagged Evokers, use ID tagged Personas. Microscopic man-made shadows inside their bodies enhance and regulate their abilities. Genetic control. Information control. Emotion control. Battlefield control. Everything is monitored, and kept under control. War has changed. The age of rebellion has become the age of total control. All in the name of averting catastrophe from monsters of mass destruction. And he who controls the battlefield, controls the world. War has changed. When the battlefield is under total control, war...becomes routine.

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ACT 1 - LIQUID MOON

PART 1

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An unspecified location in the Middle East, Tuesday, 3:02 p.m....

In the middle of a vast, empty desert, a lone cargo truck rolled on through the rising dust and sand. The sun beat down upon the heads of the brave soldiers who were fully prepared to throw their lives away for the sake of their homeland. The ruined war-torn remains of what were once entire cities laid in their path, a powerful reminder of how these wars have altered humanity. Many of the men were Arabic, with tanned skin and heavy facial hair, and their faces showed signs of tire and distress. They were all in their early 30s to late 40s...except for one.

He was about 18 years old. His face was hidden underneath the shadowy veil of his hood, and despite the intense heat, he kept himself wrapped tightly in his cloak. A single limp cigarette dangled slightly out of the corner of his mouth as he sat there, unmoving.

Deciding to strike up conversation, one of the more experienced soldiers glanced at the boy and said, "...So, this your first time on the battlefield?"

No reply.

"What? You're so scared you can't even speak?"

Still no reply, so the soldier just grunted and gave up, turning his back to the boy.

Raising his head slightly, the boy looked to see what was coming up ahead...it was a small city, and the sounds of gunfire and explosions could be heard erupting about within even from this distance. His right hand, which was stuffed deep into his pocket, clenched tightly onto a small blue card. He closed his eyes, sighed, and then tossed his cigarette over the side, and it scattered to ashes as it hit the desert ground at high speeds.

His name...was Souji Seta.

As the truck entered the city, it was immediately under fire, and one of the front wheels exploded. Several PMC soldiers came running out towards them, sending waves of bullets flying everywhere. Three black blob-like creatures followed closely behind them; they were shadows under PMC control. One of the shadows lifted a few feet into the air, and began to sprout long, scythe-like appendages.

"KILL THEM ALL!!!" ordered one of the PMCs. One of the soldiers tried to fight back, but was immediately shot through the head.

Souji remained calm as the truck teetered to the right, and before it completely crashed onto its side, he rolled through mid-air, and landed behind a pile of debris. He glanced over his shoulder, and watched in slight guilt as the remaining soldiers were torn to pieces by the shadows. Blood splashed on the floor nearby, and a few droplets hit his face. Without a change in his expression, Souji wiped it off with his sleeve.

Pressing his hand against his left ear, Souji leaned down and whispered, "...Teddie, I've arrived at the city..."

"Good job, sempai!!" squeaked a high-pitched voice, "Now, you just need to meet up with our informants, find Adachi, take him down...and bring an end to this long, drawn-out battle once and for all..."

Souji nodded. "Yeah...everything will end...once we take out Adachi..."

"You still have the Solid Glasses I made for you, right?"

Souji reached into his back pocket, and took out a pair of flimsy-looking glasses. Placing them on his face, Souji pressed several small buttons on the rim of the glasses, switching between Binocular Mode, Night-Vision Mode, and Normal Mode to be sure that it hadn't been broken during the bumpy ride. Fortunately, it wasn't.

"Alright, everything's set!!" Teddie said over the codec, "Good luck, sempai..."

"Thanks..." Souji switched off his codec, and, standing up, quickly began running towards the direction of the gunshots and explosions, armed with nothing but his wits and the Solid Glasses...

He had to find the informants as quickly as possible, or he may never have another chance to eliminate Adachi Toru...