"Snake!" Otacon yelled, throwing him an RPG-7
Snake looked the weapon over, granted he'd taken down a walking monstrosity with just C4, a tank with practically his bare hands and won a gunfight with a Hind D gunship the explosive in his hands looked as effective as spitting to take down a fighter jet. Let alone a robot fighter jet.
He pondered for a moment, looking at his surrounding, explosions going off, robots covered in undead and a war plain patrolling the skies, probably relaying information to the rest of the enemy troops still in hiding.
"Ok" Snake proclaimed looking at the sky "I'm-
going to need you to throw me."
"... What?" Optimus and Meryl responded together.
"Ya" Snake responded, taking a deep breath. "Throw me."
"Are you sure that's going to work?" Optimus Replied uneasily.
"It'll work" Snake replied " I'm 'NASA' sure."
Snake braced himself as Optimus cocked his arm back and before he knew it Snake was rocketing upwards towards the F-15. Gritting his teeth Snake reached up with his left hand. Using his momentum and the air current he was swept under the aircrafts wing. He grabbed on and flipped himself on top on the wing, holding on for dear life he used his right hand to aim the RPG near the pilotless cockpit. The freezing wind blistering his face. He was sure he yelled but no sound came out. The ground a blur of colors and indistinguishable dots.
Then, he pulled the trigger.
Snake was thrown from the back as the plane spun out of control, speeding towards the ground.
Snake was now free-falling thousands of feet in the air...
MEANWHILE ON THE GROUND:
The autobot named Hotrod had just arrived on the scene
"Calvary's Here!" He yelled and in a fluid motion transformed and blasted no less than 6 zeds to ashes. pumping his fist once before a grey robot scolded him.
Otacon noted that the older one, Ironhide or something must be a battle leader. He was quickly pulled from his daydream by a zombie thumping up against the glass of the transport he had climbed and locked himself in for his own good.
Meryl appeared moments later, pulling the creature from the door and blasted it once in the head, giving Otacon a thumbs up before rushing off.
"This isn't good." Snake thought as the sea rushed closer, he had managed to direct himself toward the shore in the time it had taken him to fall.
He braced himself and rolled as he hit the water, it hit him like concrete, but he kept on rolling, sure he had broken something; eventually he stopped and sank into the icy water.
Out of breath he paddled to the shore a stabbing pain in his left shoulder.
He staggered to shore, delirious from the fall and miraculous fall. He glanced up to see the Autobots mopping up the rest of the zombie threat. He woozily wondered why they hadn't intervened earlier, then he remembered the jet he had just shot down ; the water still rippling from its own crash landing before heaving forth another hulking monstrosity where it began shambling back to land.
It was quickly intercepted however by the one called Ironhide where it was pinned then struck repeatedly with giant mechanical fists.
Snake looked himself over, noting that he had dislocated his left shoulder, broken his left arm and badly bruised his back.
He set forth on constructing a makeshift splint from tattered clothing and somehow driftwood before hearing what sounded like 3 sonic booms, one duller than the other followed by a menacing thunderous voice.
"PRIIIIIIIIIME!!!"
"MEGATRON!"
Bellowed Optimus looking up from the broken Starscream and hefting his massive cannon. The battle seemed to stand still for a few moments as all the Autobots looked up at this new fearsome foe. The air tense, but was quickly broken as various vehicles bust through the concrete barriers and leapt over snow mounds, changing midair and engaging with the autobots one on one.
This was why they had held back and reserved there strength until the last moment, this was the true battle...
But something irked Snake, Megatron, the one Prime had mentioned before looked... familiar.
"... That arm canon." Snake Snarled
The two leaders rushed each other and collapsed in a flash of metal and snow; ringing metal and scraping gears filed the once peaceful air.
Snake gritted his teeth and ran toward the brawl.
Meryl had just blasted another zombie in the face before coming to Otacons aid. She gave him a reassuring thumbs up. Even in her combat high she knew one of the bastards could leap at her any moment and there where the fast kind.
She pulled her trigger but nothing came of it; surprised and confused she pilled again. Nothing.
"Son of a bitch it's jammed!" She yelled fleeing to the nearest form of cover.
She heard an explosion and looked up at the sky, Snake had accomplished yet another inhuman feat and was now plummeting toward the ground at an alarming rate.
"I hope he knows what he's doing" she whispered to herself, a zombie peering over the crate she had hid behind, drooling blood over her was quickly silence by slamming its face into the edge of the crate.
She ejected the troublesome round then moved on.
Snake unholstered his SOCOM; not sure what he could do with such a weapon he rushed forward kicking up snow and rolling out of the way of the occasional arm or other mechanical part.
Ironhide was busy confronting what looked to be some sort of police car while Hotrod was armlocked with what appeared to be another exotic car of sorts.
Snake took a moment to peer around the battlefield in astonishment. For a brief moment he marveled at the very human machines, then at there numbers. Could there be even more than these?
Snake shook off the feelings before retreating to the main entrance to catch his breath and devise another plan.
