Disclaimer: Geez. That Dart left me dizzy. Yeah yeah, this game is owned by Hideo Kojima and Konami, and I belong to. ..Drew Barrymore.

CHAPTER ONE: NEW FRIENDSHIPS

By the time Snake realized, he was on a chopper. A UH-60K Black Hawk to be exact. It was night outside, but in a couple of hours the sun would be shining over the field. He was sitting in that chopper, full of people. He was now a boss.

He wondered why he did it. Maybe he wanted to escape from being a target all his life. Otacon agreed. He was chosen to be the Chief Technological Advisor (CTCA) of Eclipse. Campbell wasn't there. Maybe the patriots got him, maybe not.

Snake looked around. There were at least six people there. Snake, looking around, looked at one of them in one side of the chopper. He wanted to know his "Crew".

The man was tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was in military clothing, just like Snake. Everything happened very fast, the two hours that happened between his conversation with Campbell, and that moment seemed like 15 minutes.

"Hey!" Snake called him. He turned to Snake.

"Oh! Solid Snake! Nice to meet you, commander!"

"Who are you?"

"Me? Eh.." The guy was either shy or a pretty lousy spy. "My name is William Sharp; I'm your Chief Strategical Advisor. (CSA)" And he and Snake made a handshake.

"Where were you before Eclipse?"

"Fox-Hound. Eclipse is a sub division of Fox-Hound, you know."

"Yeah.." He retrieved his hand. "What you think about this Eclipse?"

"It's sick. First, they grab those boys, and tell them about Shadow Moses or the Big Shell incident. Then they press them to train with them. The guys lose their familiars and are then pressed to replace them. It's sick."

"Aha. Do you know anyone?"

"None." He paused. "Who's your buddy?"

"Dr. Hal Emmerich. Our CTCA." Snake explained. "And who's the pilot?"

A voice came from the pilot seat.

"Me, Snake" A known, familiar face came out of the seat. He hadn't seen that face since 1999.

"Charlie?!?!?" Snake was shocked. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Just doin' my job. I'm gonna be your ride. How were things with Holly?"

"Do I look like a married man?" Snake joked back.

"Charlie, who are the rest?"

"Staff crew. Your two advisors are with ya'. We'll meet your Chief Tactical Advisor (CTA) and Chief Psychological Advisor (CPA) at base."

2 HOURS LATER.

The landing in the Eclipse Team Head Quarters (ETHQ) was safe it was on place, and on time. The doors opened, and Snake, Otacon, and William went out. The place wasn't big, it was enormous. Snake could smell the Country Side sent. The whole base was a lot of buildings surrounding a field of grass. The trio advanced, and could see now (Between the fogs) three figures.

One of them was blonde, with blue eyes, and skinny. Snake recognized him immediately.

"Raiden?"

"Jack Sears, you CTA (Chief Tactical Advisor)"

"No way." Snake looked confused at Raiden. Otacon and William looked silent behind him.

Another one was a short, kind of old man, almost bald, and with glasses.

"Hello Commander." He said, he sounded British. "My name is Charles Hanson. I'll be Eclipse's CPA. (Chief Psychological Advisor)"

"How many Advisors do I have?"

"Four," Hanson explained. "Technological, Strategical, Tactical and Psychological."

"I'll be your guise in the tour." Raiden said with a smile. Follow me to the Personnel Building. I'll introduce you to the eclipse team.

Raiden acted as "The tour guy" to Snake. Snake didn't understand how this entire operation was done. But then he remembered that he had just become a pawn of the patriots.

"So, tell me, Raiden, how they got you into this?" He asked while they were walking towards the personnel building.

"It's.. I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"I see."

The building was old, Grey with "Personnel" written in black. Right in front to it, a woman was waiting.

"Snake," Raiden called the commander's attention. "Let me introduce you to your Second-In-Command. She's Sub Commander Katya Monroe."

"Welcome aboard Commander" She said, she didn't speak much, see seemed sad, her black eyes were half closed. "Go inside." She looked hardly at Otacon and Raiden, who also went in.

Inside, the place was like a barrack. Between the beds, six men and women formed up.

"Ok, Snake. This is the core of your Squad. The Assault shooters. First off, you have Sergeant Joshua Machuttes, Vulcan Raven's BR (Blood Relative)." A large, bald, man was standing. Snake and he greeted each other.

"Then, Private Nadia Slonoskvo. Psycho Mantis's BR." A young, Russian lady, with long black hair was there.

"Private Sean Rodriguez. Decoy octopus's BR." Rodriguez? Snake wondered. Latin name. Weird. The man looked Latin.

"And finally, Private John R. Dolph." Dolph? Could that be Fortune's blood relative? "Fortune's BR."

"Those are the Assault Shooters. Then we've got our bomb disposal guy, and explosives specialist, Corporal Robert Bogart, Fat man's BR." The guy was not fat, just a bit. Out of size. Bald too.

"And what kind of Counter Terrorist team is done without Snipers? First, Sergeant First Elijah Slervansk, Sniper Wolf's BR." Snake looked at the blond haired man, in a BDU and with a Sniper Rifle hanging of his shoulder.

"And since CT snipers work in pairs, this is his mate, Nikolai "Nick" Amerstraus. Vamp's BR." The other one was pale, with black hair.

Raiden after presenting the team turned to Snake. "I'll leave you here to talk with them. Tomorrow we'll choose our standard weapons, and have our first real-life exercise. Congratulations, Snake. You have just become Eclipse Six. Six, in the military language, six means Commander."

Raiden left, and Otacon looked at the group. He sat right next to Snake, as Snake looked at him.

"Otacon, I'll go meet the Assault Shooters. Go with the Snipers and the Bomb Disposal Guys."

Otacon walked towards the trio. He wasn't good at meeting people. Both Snipers were talking in a table.

"Err. Hello, my name is Hal Emmerich."

"What you want?" Nikolai Amerstraus asked, violently. He had a deep voice, with a weird accent.

"A little respect, asshole!" Elijah Slervansk shouted at Nikolai. "Sir, I'm Elijah Slervansk, Sir" He gave Otacon a handshake. His voice had. Like Arabic accent, but very slight, he pretty much talked like an American.

"No need of calling me sir."

"Yes, Dr." Slervansk quickly corrected himself.

"Hey, I'm gonna be your boss, but I would like to be your friend." Otacon said.

"Me? Friend of you?" Nikolai asked.

"Shut up!" Slervansk shouted at Nikolai. "Excuse my partner, Mr. ."

"My name is Hal, but my friends call me Otacon."

"Oh, yes Otacon."

"Otacon. What a stupid name!" Nikolai assured.

"Nikolai, you either shut the hell up, or I will ." He paused "or you go with Robert."

"Great." He left. Otacon sat down on his place.

"What's wrong with that guy?"

"Nothing. He's just a bit shy, Otacon."

"Heard in the briefing you were. You know.." Otacon was feeling a bit harassed.

"You mean Sniper Wolf's brother?"

"Yes."

"You can say so." he glanced at the clock. "Hey, I'm going to the shooting practice, and fire a couple of PSG1 magazines. Tomorrow we've got an exercise, and I want to be at the top of my game. See ya'."

Otacon watched him go.

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Snake was talking with the Assault Shooters, all very different.

"OK, tomorrow I have to pick the weapons of this unit. With which weapons have you been shooting lately?"

Sean Rodriguez was the first one to talk. "Well, we shot a couple of MP5A4 9mm's, it's the weapon we are best. We shot some M4A1's and G36K's, and some Beretta M92FS handguns too. We shot a FA-MAS once, and a L85A2. We did a bit better with the L85."

"Great. I'll consider them." Snake started feeling like a leader. "Again, I want to meet you one by one. Tomorrow morning. Tell your friends. Break lines"

"Yes sir!"