Metal Gear Solid Resurrection

by Rookie's Eyes (based off of Metal Gear 2: Solid Snake)

Disclaimer: the Metal Gear series and their characters are property of Kojima Productions and Konami

Author's Note: the Following scene is VERY (stress VERY) similar to Metal gear solid 3's Intro. Please note that it was entirely intentional to add interest to the story and because the original game does not provide with an insertion method.

Chapter 1 HALO

2047 Hours, December 23, 1999

*140.00* "Flying over Saudi Arabia. Altitude 32,000 ft. Approaching Zanzibar Land airspace."

Snake sat within the parachute bay of a C-17, calmly smoking a cigarette as the soldier across from him stared in disbelief. The soldier stood up and said, " Twenty minutes to drop-off… Commencing internal depressurization. Equipment check…Arm main parachute."

Snake heard Campbell's voice in his ear, *140.85* "Codec check. Can you hear me Snake?"

"loud and clear Colonel, Sir."

Colonel Campbell stood within a control room in another section of the plane filled with monitors and hundreds of dollars in military equipment.

"Alright. You ready to go?" the Colonel asked the pilot.

*140.00* " Drop zone shows a high pressure mass…Cloud and Visibility Okay."

"Good. We've got high visibility." Campbell said.

Back in the parachute bay, Snake was smoking his third when the soldier opposite him said, "Hey! Put out that cigarette...," he began adjusting the various knobs and buttons on a control panel mounted on the wall. "Connecting oxygen hose to interior connector… Put on your mask."

The soldier's disbelief changed to annoyance and he spoke to the Colonel, "Does this pantywaist know what he's doing?"

*140.85* "Hey! Are you deaf?" His voice rang from the codec speaker He said put out that cigarette and put on your mask."

The other soldier resumed his work, "Ten minutes to drop-off… Approaching release point."

Snake flicked the cigarette across the bay. He grabbed his mask and took a moment to look at it. 'US Army' was written across the forehead just above a military barcode, and the reflective orange lenses reminded him of an insect.

He placed the mask on. Moments later the soldier spoke, "Depressurization complete. Checking Oxygen supply…Supply is nominal…6 minutes to drop-off. Opening rear hatch."

The wind howled and as the hatch opened, Snake was blinded by the brightness of the Sun.

"Sunset…External temperature minus forty-six degrees Celsius."

*Call*

*140.85* You'll be falling at an estimated One-hundred-thirty miles an hour. Try not to get frostbite from the windchill."

"One minute to drop-off… Move to the rear."

Snake stood and walked to the open hatch.

"Ten seconds to Drop-off, Stand by… Status okay. All green."

The soldier signaled for snake to step to the edge, "Prepare for Drop-off. Beginning countdown, 5 …4…3…2…1…"

*140.85* "Spread your wings and fly. Good luck and god speed."

30,000 feet in the air, Snake rolled and tumbled toward the Earth. Finally, He was stable. The wind that had howled in the bay now roared in his ears and ripped at his BDUs. Cold numbed his limbs and torso as he reached terminal velocity 27,000 feet above the Earth.

*140.85* "Listen up, Snake. Your mission is to infiltrate Zanzibar Land, ensure the safety of Dr. Marv, and escort him back to the west. Zanzibar Land has threatened to nuke Tehran, Kabul, Tashkent, and several other key Middle-Eastern cities—unless they are given independence and UN recognition. "It is most likely they are out of the operational range of Zanzibar Land's nuclear missiles. Those nukes that Zanzibar Land did manage to steal were twenty-years or older. We've been informed that Metal Gear is not yet complete, and that it cannot launch a long-range nuclear strike at this stage. Never-the-less, You are to assess Metal Gear's threat to the United States and eliminate it however deemed necessary. If we don't get Marv back before Zanzibar Land gets their hands on Oilix, We'll be facing a major crisis. The clock is ticking."

15,000 feet high , Snake pulled the chord. The Parachute deployed, rapidly reducing Snake's speed, the force like a punch straight to the gut, knocking the wind out of the Foxhound agent.

*140.85* "Once we've confirmed Marv's rescue, stand by at the recovery point. We've managed to commandeer a K-H1 Iroquois Helicopter for the extraction."

"Colonel, are you planning on going over the border in a single combat Talon?"

*140.85* "She's equipped with two 6 barrel 20 mm Vulcan cannons as well as two 40 mm machine guns. "

"Sounds like she could hold her own against a battalion of tanks."

*140.85* "Even with the fuel in the reserve tank, we'll be facing a fourteen hour time limit. After that, we'll no longer be able to provide you your soliton radar. If it goes as planned, that should be plenty of time.

"Home in time for Christmas Eve."

*140.85* "But should you miss your deadline, you'll be spending this and virtually all of your christmas' as a Zanzibar Land POW."

Snake watched as the rocky landscape passed by. Snake spotted a clearing atop a fairly large butte and readied himself for a rough landing.

Author's Note: the chapters that I've entered so far were prewritten about 2 months ago. Please don't expect following chapters to come out this fast.

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