Heavens Divide, an arknights fanfic

Hey guys, Chirith here.

This is my Arknights fic containing mg series elements. Please read and enjoy this. More coming soon. Please follow and favorite, comment, and share this with others, thanks.

"We will forsake our countries. We will leave our motherlands behind us and become one with this earth. We have no nation, no philosophy, no ideology. We go where we're needed, fighting, not for government, but for ourselves. We need no reason to fight. We fight because we are needed. We will be the deterrent for those with no other recourse. We are soldiers without borders, our purpose defined by the era we live in. We will sometimes have to sell ourselves and services. If the times demand it, we'll be revolutionaries, criminals, terrorists. And yes, we may all be headed straight to hell. But what better place for us than this? It's our only home. Our heaven and our hell, this is Outer Heaven."

"Once you've been on the battlefield, tasted the exhilaration, the tension... it all becomes part of you. Once you've awakened the warrior within... it never sleeps again. You crave even bigger tensions, ever bigger thrills. As a mercenary, I'd think you would have realized that by now. You care nothing for power, or money, or even sex. The only thing that satisfies your cravings... is WAR!"

A figure of a young man dressed in battlefield gear, chomping on a cigar smiled as the sound of a blade being drawn echoed through the field he was on.

"Once you awaken the warrior within..."

The young man smirked as he let the cigar fall on the ground and took out a single knife and held it close as a tank approached the area.

"It never sleeps again. You crave ever bigger tensions, ever bigger thrills."

"So, pick up a gun and fight." The young man said as a ray of light covered him, hiding his face under the shadows of his helmet, revealing a single glowing eye showing hunger, and excitement. The young man raised a firearm as the tank approached him.

"But in the end."

"It's not about changing the world. It's about doing our best to leave the world... the way it is. It's about respecting the will of others and believing in your own."

The scene changed to a young man dressed in a simple white shirt and black slacks behind a counter while cleaning coffee glass.

"Sometimes, the best thing to do in life is to just let go and live." The young man said with a smile as he looked to the outside, waiting for a new future. The young man chuckled as he pressed a button on his device.

"I haven't forgotten what you told me, Boss. We have no tomorrow: but there's still hope for the future. In our struggle to survive the present, we push the future farther away. Will I see it in my lifetime? Probably not. Which means there's no time to waste. Someday the world will no longer need us: no need for the gun, or the hand to pull the trigger. I have to drag out the demon inside me, build a better future. That's what I— what we will leave as our legacy. Another mission, right Boss?"

Violence breeds within ourselves, no need for a cure.

A figure belonging to a male sighed as he sat on a chair on a counter by himself. The young man can be seen dressed in a simple white shirt and black slacks with an apron on. Manning the counter, the young man sighed as he looked around the place he was on. It was a small and cozy Colombian cafe that not many people visited, yet generated enough income for him to not worry about many things.

The young man looked like an ordinary young man if not for the eyepatch that covered his right eye and a scar over his right eye to his chin. He also has a mechanical prosthetic in the place of his left arm. He has short dark hair that reached his nape, a lone dark eye with bored, lifeless pupils.

"Oh, this is a new one?" Looking to the side, the young man's eyes widened as he saw the speaker. It was a potential customer.

"Hello, welcome to Outer Heaven." The young man greeted with a smile making her smirk. The young woman was someone from her early to mid-20s that was probably from a well-off family due to her demeanor and attire. She was quite adorable and familiar, like a cute little orange tabby cat. "What would you like?" The young man asked with a (hopefully) pleasant smile.

"Hmm, what kind of drinks do you sell here?" The young lady said as she stood in front of the counter. Looking closely, she has orange hair done into curls, and emerald eyes. She was really pretty but nope. He still has a job to do.

"Well, this is a cafe so we sell coffee here as well as some desserts." The young man said with a smile as he showed her the menu.

"Interesting." The woman said with an amused smile. "Can I have some Victorian Tea?"

"Sure," The young man answered as he went to the machine to make the tea.

With speed and dexterity that surprised the young woman, the young man moved quickly and prepared her tea and into a teacup with a saucer. Putting in the necessary condiments, the young man handed it to her with a smile.

"On the house." He said with a smile as he handed her the cup of tea.

"Oh, thank you." The young woman said with a smile.

"No problem, just recommend Outer heaven to some of your friends or acquaintances." The young man said as he went back behind the counter. framed to the sides were numerous pictures of different people in different environments but the most prominent was the larger framed photo of the emblem of outer heaven, A peace symbol.

"That I will." The young woman said as she took the scent from the tea and smiled. IT was a beautiful scent and it appealed to her. It reminded her of Victoria alongside the music that the manager was playing. "Hmm, what's your name?" The young woman asked as she took a sip of her tea.

"It's Orca." The young man, Orca said as he cleaned some glasses. "You?"

"Oh? My name is Swire." the young woman, Swire, said with a smile as she took another sip of her tea. "This is good!"

"Thanks, an old friend of mine taught me how to make tea during the time we were in Victoria," Orca said with a smile as a memory of a young boy and a young man inside a kitchen brewing different kinds of coffee and tea made him smile fondly.

"Well, he must be a good brewer," Swire said as Orca stopped, a sad smile on his face.

"He was." He said with a smile as the door opened to show a penguin come in.

"Hey, man what's up?" The penguin said.

"Hello, Emperor. I'm fine." The young man said as he looked at the penguin. "The usual?" He asked with a smile as he waited for an answer.

"Yeah, the usual and some for my employees. Your brew." The Emperor said as he walked, waddled, and sat on one of the seats by the quarter with Orca going to the side to prepare the order the penguin wanted.

"Orca, my boy. Mind if I change the music?" Emperor asked only to get a thumbs up from the young man's mechanical arm in confirmation as the music and beats passed by, so did the time. Handing the usual order of his regular and good friend, emperor, the young man watched as people started to slowly come into his quaint little cafe. As the hours passed by and so did the people, the time came for the cafe to close soon arrived and the young man can be seen locking the front door of his shop and coming inside his office.

His office was located on the second floor of his cafe and it was small and cozy with a bookshelf filled with books, several framed photos, and more.

The young man walked to his desk and sat on his chair before pulling out a cigar. Reaching into his pocket, the young man pulled out a lighter and lit his cigar with a small smile on his face. Putting it on his mouth, the young man looked to items on his desk, a red beret with a symbol on it, several picture frames, and a rather simple jungle survival knife.

"It's not about changing the world," Orca said quietly as he looked into a photo of an old man wearing a trench coat with an eyepatch on his right eye, and a red beret on his head, smiling at the camera with several people by his side, most notably, a young boy with dark hair and eyes smiling brightly. "It's time for me to see the world with my own eyes." The young man said with a fond smile as he fixed the frame and smiled at a photo of a young teenager wearing a red beret and black uniform. biting into a cigar with an old man with a red scarf and long hair looked at him with a fond smile.

Reaching in, the young man took out a remote and pressed it turning on the music.

"Orca, when pronounced as Oroka, roughly means fool. How fitting for me." Orca said with a smile as he leaned his head to the side to look at a trenchcoat that was tattered in the edges of the tail, modified for mobility with several emblems on the sleeves, one resembling an ocelot, the other a killer whale. What is more interesting is the pair of blades, machetes crossed over each other and a sword hung proudly on the wall.

A young boy with black hair looked in admiration at the man that spoke those words. He was only a young boy, no older than ten, yet he carried a burning will belonging to that of a warrior with a pistol on his thigh and a knife strapped into the left side of his uniform. a small word-out green beret on his head as he stood beside a beautiful blonde young woman with wolf ears on top of her head smiled as she rubbed the boy's head.

"[REDACTED] You are one of us now." The woman said with a smile as the boy looked at her.

"Thank you for teaching me, big sis wolf!" The boy said with a smile as he picked up a rifle and showed it to her.

Orca groaned as he sat up from his bed. He held his head as a smile formed on his face. It has been ten years since he last saw his big sister and he missed her. Maybe he should visit her soon. Standing up, the young man smiled at the bundle on his bed that slept beside him.

"Morning." His greeting was only met by a small grumble as the bundle curled onto the bed. "The usual?" The young man asked as he put a shirt on with a yawn to hide his scratched back and his only reply was a small ruffling of the bed.

Chuckling to himself, the young man sighed as he went to the kitchen and started to cook their breakfast while at the same time, skillfully brewing tea. Smiling, the young man was about to pull out another cigarette before stopping at what happened last night.

Flashback

As the young man relaxed, he reached in for a cigar and lit it. The rush of the nicotine calmed his mind and sharpened his senses. Listening to music while smoking a cigar was one of the 'bad' habits he picked up from his father figure according to his friend and partner before she left and became a mercenary.

Speaking of which, he did give her the information of what he did for the last two years and even sent her a key to his new cafe for her to sleep in or just catch up.

As he relished in the memory of the past, his cigar was blown away from his hand as a shadow lept inside the room. His cigar was now embedded on his desk with a knife causing him to sigh.

"That's a new lacquer-finished desk." He said as the figure scoffed.

"Stop smoking too much. You know it's bad for your health." The figure said as she set her bags and gear down while heading to the counter to pour herself a glass of alcohol.

"And leaping into your friend's house while chucking a weapon at him and stealing his drinks are not bad for yours?" Orca quipped as he drew the knife and let it rest on the table while he put out his cigar on a nearby ashtray.

"For someone that has already retired, you are still quite a dangerous person." the woman said as she went towards him, holding a pair of glasses filled with alcohol.

"You did not tell me that you got here." Orca said with a smile as he took one of the glasses before sighing as his friend sat on his desk and laid her legs on his lap.

"I wanted it to be a surprise." The young woman politely said as her eyes stared to the young man's lone dark eye. Madness reflected as their eyes met and a smirk formed on his friend's face.

"You never changed didn't you, Vulture? Or did you take up a new name now?:" She asked as the both drank from their glasses and both set their glasses down.

In a swift moment, his old friend pinned him on his couch, knife ready to slit his throat while Orca blankly looked at her mad grin.

"You never changed." She said with a mad grin, ignoring the revolver pointed at her heart by the young man, it's blade attachment poking her stomach.

Both blades lightly pressed on each of their targets, drawing blood before Orca let out a chuckle and removed his gun, setting gently on the desk while the woman did the same before taking his lips for a heated kiss.

"Oh? You're cooking?" Hearing that voice, Orca chuckled as he smiled.

"Yeah, a classical Siracusan breakfast." He told her with a chuckle as the young man rubbed the right side on his forehead where a black substance can be seen poking through the skin like a horn.

"Just like usual;. The two of us, in a safehouse in Siracusa. Just less dead bodies." The woman said as Orca turned around to see his white-haired old friend dressed only in one of his button-up shirts. Her silver eyes glowing intently as she eyed the food. "I wonder if Texas is like this as well."

"Lappland. After all these years, your obsession still did not go away." He said with a sigh as he handed her her breakfast.

"Of course not. How about you? We can never escape our madness, Lotus." Lappland said with a mad grin.

A memory surfaced in Lotus/Orca's mind.

A young man of around dressed in guerilla fatigues holding a pair of machetes, covered in blood laughed and danced as he tore apart countless people belonging to the Imperial Army of Ursus with his blades.

"More! Bring me more! Damn you Snake! Die! Die!" The young man roared as he took a blow that destroyed his helmet revealing a pair of dark eyes burning with hatred and rage, tanned skin that contrasted the cold tundra of the environment he was on. Throwing his machete to kill an oncoming attacker, the young man smirked as he drew out a gun.

Pulling the trigger, the bullets flew from the barrel of the gun resembling the sound of a rattlesnake's rattle.

"Impressive." An old man with white hair said as he watched how the boy danced and killed on the battlefield, turning the once pristine white snow to red.

"You have one dangerous student, old friend." A towering man said as he looked at the boy, roughly the same age as his daughter, skillfully slaughtered his enemies, alternating his machete and gun to even using his bare hands if they got too close.

"That he is. Hatred and a burning lust for revenge do wonders to motivate someone Buldrokkas'tee." The old man said with a smile.

"Do you still hold loyalty to Ursus, Shalashaska?" The Buldrokkas'tee asked as the old man scoffed.

"I have renounced my loyalty to the fatherland ever since the Colombian-Ursus Cold war. That young man and I will only be loyal to one person only."

"Father." A beautiful white-haired girl said, catching the attention of Buldrokkas'tee and pointing at the sight. Flames erupted from the corpses illuminating the young man as he slaughtered more and more.

It reminded the girl of a sunset.

"Don't be scared little Yelena." Shalashaska said in perfect Urusian as he smirked at the sight, reveling in sadistic pleasure.

"Or should I call you the Devil of the red snow, Sundowner?" Lappland said with a smirk while the young man scoffed.

"I already put down my weapons." Orca/Lotus/Sundowner said as he looked away, Hugging her friend from behind, the young woman bit his ear and whispered something seductively.

"You will never be able to escape," she said before nibbling on his ear.

Orca sighed as he finally got rid of his friend. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed her company but he wanted to spend his retired life in peace.

Smoking his cigarette, the young man thought of hiring another person to manage the cafe on his place as he had a new business venture in mind. One that would suit his more... direct needs.

He was about to think of a plan when the door opened to reveal a familiar city leader on his doorsteps. A dragon carrying a pipe entered his cafe putting him on guard.

"Hello, vulture. Or is it Orca now?" The dragon said with a sinister smile as he sat on the seat next to the counter.

"Wei Yenwu, what a pleasant surprise." Orca said as he looked at him, putting his cigar out on an ashtray.

"It has been a while. I was surprised that one of my former contractees is now a small-time cafe owner." The lung said with a grin as Orca narrowed his eyes.

"Get to the point. I hate politicians." Orca growled out as he held himself back from doing anything stupid.

"You have not changed a bit," Wei said as he looked at him. "I'll take a cup of premium Yen dragon tea if you mind."

Hearing his order, the young man created the drink as soon as he could. He did not really want any politicians near him as he knew how they really are. He will not be surprised if this guy did something that was too disgusting, even for him.

"I'll get straight to the point," Wei said with a smile as the young man handed him the traditional beverage from Yen, brewed perfectly. Taking a sip, the Lung looked at him. "I want to hire you again."

"I refuse," Orca said as he looked at Wei. His dark eye looking sternly at the chief executive/leader of the Nomadic city. "I'm already retired."

"What a shame," Wei said as he took one more sip from his tea. "Not even for the information involving your old contractor? The Deathless black snake?" That name made the young man freeze. He remembered that man, a bastard in all words and someone he would have had followed if he had not met Big boss.

"I killed him back then." The knife on the duke's head and the sword on his chest were enough proof the young man needed that he killed that snake almost a decade ago.

"Ah, yes. You got close to him and betrayed him in the end. A vulture that waits to see what rots and strikes swiftly." Wei said as the young man scowled more. "Isn't that right? Major Zakat of Duke Kaschey's army."

"What do you want?" Orca had an idea of what Wei wanted, but he was not sure of what it really is.

"Are you familiar with the LGD?" Wei asked as the young man nodded.

"Not much. I just know that they are the primary security force of Lungmen second only to your guards." Orca said as the shadows blurred a bit. "they are good but not that good for me." He said to Wei as the shadows melded and revealed the black raincoats of Lungmen.

"Impressive."

As time passed, the two managed to form a beneficial deal for both of them.

"I see. I can accept this as long as you pay me well enough." Orca said with a sigh. "As long as what you want me to do will be paid appropriately then I will do it."

"very well." Raising his hand, Orca took it reluctantly and sighed as he watched the city leader stand up and pay for the drink.

"Oh, welcome to Lungmen guard Department. Special investigator, Ren Cruz." Wei said as he handed Ren a badge. Taking it, the young man sighed as he knew he got himself into an annoying mess.

"seems like I really need to hire a new manager for this cafe." The young man said with a sigh as he rubbed the back of his head. "so much for being retired." Taking his phone out, the young man dialed a number and waited for it to answer.

"It's me. I need your help."

"..."

"I see. Honestly, I got into a new contract."

"..."

"Yeah, I might come back to the battlefield one day but not now."

"..."

"Yeah, I have a feeling that she went off ever since I left." The young man said as he lit another cigar and bit on it.

"..."

"I see. The last war I was on was two years during the civil war in Kazdel."

"..."

"Yeah, I'll prepare myself. Good luck out there."

"..."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't die first okay?"

"..."

And with that, the call was finished with Orca holding his phone. Smiling, the young man looked at a familiar photo taken a long time ago. In the picture, he could be seen alongside three more people.

He was dressed in a black military uniform with a red beret on with both eyes and hands. He had his machetes sheathed on his lower back while his katana was on his hip. He had his hand on a peace sign with a smile beside a pair of the white-haired young women and a giant clad in black armor reaching in to grab his head from behind them. One of the women had horns and the other has a scar on her nose.

"A place where everyone can live, a nation where anyone can be themselves, respecting the wills of others away from the machinations of politicians who want nothing more than use us for their own gains and discard us once we had no more use." He said with a smile as he remembered the home he grew up in.

"Boss, how can I live when the only way of life I know is fighting on the battlefield? Can I even be able to live in a normal society even after all that I did?" Orca sighed once more as he rubbed his head before looking at the customers piling up.

"I really need a manager for this place." He told himself as the day went on.

Okay, Chirith here. Thanks, sup for giving this suggestion and I admit that this is cleaner than the first one. Basically in this fic, the events of the metal gear solid have already been over and modified for the story of Arknights with Ren himself being a former child soldier for Outer Heaven as a helper for logistics before training in Zanzibarland in Sargon.

Basic information:

[REAL NAME]: Ren Cruz

[CODENAME]: Orca, Vulture, Major Zakat, Lotus, Devil of the Red Snow, Sundowner

[GENDER] MALE

[COMBAT EXPERIENCE] Minimum of 5 years

[PLACE OF BIRTH ] UNDISCLOSED

[DATE OF BIRTH] UNDISCLOSED

[RACE] UNDISCLOSED

[HEIGHT] 175 CM

[INFECTION STATUS]

Physical Examination

[PHYSICAL STRENGTH]- OUTSTANDING

[MOBILITY]- EXCELLENT

[PHYSICAL RESILIENCE]- EXCELLENT

[TACTICAL ACUMEN]- EXCELLENT

[COMBAT SKILL]- EXCEPTIONAL

[ORIGINUM ARTS ASSIMILATION]- STANDARD

PROFILE:

Not much is known regarding this young man. The only thing we have is that he once served for a while in Ursus as a major before disappearing and resurfacing back to Lungmen about a decade later. He now works in a cafe in Lungmen often visited by Emperor of Penguin Logistics as well as many people.

Several operators regard him as an enigma with Operator Lappland recommending him a position in Rhodes Island as an interrogator and/or an elite ops member.

-Report from Dr. Kal'tsit

Reports state that he is currently hired by Wei Yenwu as a member of Lungmen Guard Department as a special investigator.