Metal Gear Solid: New Prime
I don't own Metal Gear or its characters. They are the property of Metal Gear and Konami.
Summary: Only a short while after the Big Shell Incident, former members of an organization named ARMSPrime take over a nuclear warhead storage facility. The same contributors for the Arsenal Gear project. Big Bosses dream live on, only now, it's taken to extreme new heights...
Just a warning, but things could be pretty intense and violent later on later in the story. It depends on the direction and mood I'm going for later on. I know what I want now, but I'm not too sure about how I'll feel later. Also, some of the quotes from earlier games could be slightly wrong. You can correct me if you want, and I'll change it as soon as I can. Well, thanks for taking the time to read this story I've had in my head for a LONG time now. I hope you enjoy it.
Note: Thoughts and flashbacks are in italics.
Chapter 1: It Has Begun
They all deserve to die...each and every one of them. Thousands upon thousands of years on this planet and all we've accomplished is pain. WE die. Not just once, but many times. And for what? Their benefit.
-Phantasm Black
Snake...I'll make sure you have a nice, nice spot in Hell. Courtesy of the bastards you sought out to protect!
-Cerberus Blue.
You're nothing but a hypocrite, Solid Snake! You say that killing is wrong, yet you've killed most of my comrades! You hear me, Snake!? You're nothing but a sniveling dog who runs from his fate to protect a fools cause!
-Yomi Silver
A world where warriors like us are honored and valued!
--That was Big Bosses dream...
It was his dying wish!
-Liquid Snake.
We're not the ones smothering the world. You are.
You take for granted your freedoms.
You continue with your idiotic sayings.
'Do your best'.
'But beat out the competition!'
The victims of a crime are given less privacy then the prisoners.
You're a weapon. Nothing more. Nothing less. You just happen to have mouth. Your mind? We ARE your mind. Your thoughts, dreams and memories. They are no longer yours.
Who are you to decide what's the truth and what's real? WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT!?
-Patriot AI.
Solid Snake getting just what he deserves. This is a day to be remembered! The whole world will watch as I drag him by the face to the most cold corner of Hell!
- Tormentor Red
Welcome, Snake. To a new age in history, a new age started by with one weapon. Ha, only we'll be left, Snake.
Phantasm Black.
Along the countryside, a lone red car drove fearlessly regardless of the Hurricane threatening to bombard the area. Lightning and thunder hadn't shaken the driver at all, even though nearby residents (Regardless of how few and how far) had taken shelter in their homes. Mud splattered onto the doors and windows of the car, however it still didn't ease its trek.
The license plate read "Otaku", which didn't suit the driver of the car at all. His cold green eyes stayed fixated on the road, knowing his one and only intention. He puffed out smoke, therefore easing his nerves, not that they were that uneasy. Another mission, another day in the endless spiral of death he calls his life. He rolled the window down, and flicked the cigarette into the wind.
Solid Snake.
"......Witnesses in the area stated that there were very suspicious characters around the time of the incident. Police say that all sources lead to Solid Snake, the infamous terrorist mastermind behind the sinking of the Oil Tanker, 'USS Discovery' and the supposed hero of the Shadow Moses incident."
The only reply that came from the aging veteran was the roll of his eyes and low sigh. He raised the volume a bit more on the radio and eased back into his seat.
"The Incident itself has cost the government billions upon billions of dollars due to the construction of the offshore cleanup facility, 'The Big Shell'. The day before this incident, terrorists called 'Dead Cell' took over the structure. The same day President Herald Johnson and other political members had taken a tour of the facility. The President and others were taken hostage, and almost all of them were brought back safely. The only exception was the President himself. Now, Vice President Norman Cook should take the Presidential seat in the next few months."
"How did this much info get leaked out?" Snake whispered.
Immediately, Snake found something to not be right. It was his sixth sense kicking in. The paranoia he was awarded with ever since the media accused him of being the ringleader of the Tanker Incident. Immediately, he was made into one of the top suspects to be the mastermind after the picture taken by a Cypher of him on deck were leaked onto the net. Now, he constantly has to live life looking over his shoulder. Being a dog Musher was so much easier. No worries, no stress.
It had been only one day since all the Patriots had been "liberated" from life as he knew it. What Raiden neglected to tell Snake at the site of the Arsenal Incident was that the Wise Men Committee was actually AI. Immediately after Otacon a.k.a. Hal Emmerich found the Patriots list, they found traces of the AI inside Raidens nanomachines. After finding the point of origin of the Patriots, they were hacked off the face of the planet by Otacon.
Snake looked down, suddenly feelings someone's eyes one him. On his rain coat he found a red laser fixated on it, circling around his heart mockingly. Snakes eyes nearly popped out from their sockets. His head shot up to the road before him, but amazingly, he saw the same narrow straight road that seemed to go on for many more miles. Where was this coming from?
Snake then caught site of a mans silhouette. He was standing in the middle of the road, undaunted by the oncoming automobile speeding his way. However there was distinct detail about him. He had an unfamiliar handgun pointed straight at Snake.
"Damn!" Snake grunted.
The man smirked (The only detail able to be seen from this man), and fired off two shots at the Legendary Mercenary. The bullets pierced their way through the glass, but before they got to their target, Snake ducked, leaving the steering up to luck. Snake shot up again, and saw the mans position to be unchanged. Something was wrong. The front right tire had been flattened, causing the car to swerve recklessly. Snake, momentarily relying on pure instinct, jammed open the door, and rolled onto the muddy ground.
After some tumbling on the wet ground, Snake returned to one knee, as his hooded coat flew off from a sudden strong gust of wind, revealing his sneaking suit. It was the same one from the Tanker mission, which proved useful in high stake missions like this. Snake brought out his USP from concealment and pointed it at his attacker. He still couldn't get a clear look at him with all the wind and rain blowing in his face.
The abandoned car squealed and spun towards the stranger, however he continued to stay in his position. The man lifted another handgun, and let loose barrage of bullets from his dual guns to the cars engine. The car flipped over onto its back, but still skidded towards the attacker. Snake winced as the car hit dead on, going up in an inferno on contact.
That was a fun way to start the mission.
The rain was letting up as Snake stood, and looked around. He wasn't too far from the sneak point, so he was going to have to leg it from there. Snake walked away from the debris, not taking a second look. Snake felt something at the pit of his stomach again, and saw something. In the flames, he saw a silhouette. The very same he saw only a minute ago. Deep inside that inferno, he vaguely saw a smile. The figure was completely engulfed, away from sight. (I'm sorry for using that famous gaming cliche, but I couldn't resist)
Snake sighed, as he walked along the road on the grass. He knew this area well, since this was the place he went to in order to be alone. He had highly considered to live in the woods nearby after that Zanzibar incident, but he wanted to be as far away from civilization as possible. Naturally, a cold quiet corner in Alaska was the way to go. Snake walked further into the woods, his USP now back in its holster, occasionally taking a smoke. After much walking, he finally found his destination. It was a cave, but not just any cave.
Snake walked in, ignoring the bats sleeping at the top of the cave. He stopped after almost feeling lost, and smirked at the sight before him. A pond stood before him, the very end continuing on under the ground. Snake took a deep breath, and jumped in. He actually didn't like swimming all that much, but beggers can't be choosers right?
After about 5 minutes of swimming, Snake got to his target point. He broke through the surface, taking in the air immediately. He looked around. He was in a sort of pool, with a submarine hanging overhead. There were several crates with the insignia, "ARMSPRIME." Snake took another deep breath and went underwater again. He looked around and noticed another path that led into another body of water. Snake resurfaced again.
Snake swam over to the ladder, and climbed up. He took one quick glance around and crouched behind a crate. Water dripped from Snakes sneaking suit, and each step he took made a somewhat loud squeaking sound. He would have to make a note of that, later. Pressing against the base of his skull, the CODEC activated.
CODEC
"Otacon, can you hear me?" Snake began.
"Loud and clear Snake. What's your status?" Otacon asked, pushing up his glasses.
The relationship between Snake and Otacon is a very close one. One might say that they were like brothers. They were both loners in the world when they met in Shadow Moses Island. At the time, Snakes only concern was to find Dr. Hal Emmerich, get info from him and rescue him or whatever. He did so, but shortly after the incident, the two became friends.
(The rest here is an explanation of certain plot details such as Metal Gear, GW and Arsenal Gear)
Three months after the friendship began; they made a Metal Gear resistance group known as Philanthropy, and ever since then, they have destroyed countless Metal Gears (Metal Gears are basically giant war weapons that used to be an actual special project, but now, every country has one) across the world. They were infamous (Well Snake anyway) for their sneaking into bases and destroying Metal Gears. Their last mission was the Big Shell, where they heard a Metal Gear was in the works. They were right, but just how right?
The actual structure being created was another...variety of Metal Gear. Known only as Arsenal Gear, it was a titanic war machine that was supposed to hold GW. GW was a program where digital information is changed, created and destroyed. Protecting GW was the giant outer shell known as Arsenal Gear, an endless barrage of Metal Gear RAYS (The most powerful Metal Gear to date) and full land, air and sea support. However, GW was destroyed thanks to the brilliant mind of the late Emma Emmerich (Otacons little genius sister) who was killed by Dead Cell Member Vamp, master of knives.
"Wet. I followed the directions you gave me," Snake shook his head. "Led me right into a trap."
"What?" Otacons eyebrows went sky high.
"I was driving down the road when this soldier cut me off," He explained.
"How are you so sure he was a soldier?"
Snake thought back to the memory of the confrontation, "That guy definitely has been to the battlefield. No one outside of FOXHOUND can have gun skills like that. He was yards away from me and still had a clear shot."
"That must be Coyote Azul. He was the marksmen for ARMSPRIME three years back," Otacon explained.
"ARMSPRIME? You mean like ARMSTECH from back around Shadow Moses?" Snake asked, suddenly interested.
"Not really. You see after Shadow Moses became public knowledge and FOXHOUND disbanded a new organization started. It was heavily contributed from very wealthy businessmen. At first they were like ARMSTECH, you know, developing weapons but soon after they started recruiting soldiers. At first it seemed it was just for protection but soon after they started to get involved in issues that FOXHOUND would get into."
"So how and why would those soldiers take over their own employers property?" Snake took one more glance around, then focused his attention back to Otacon.
"I don't know. Apparently there was a big uprising, and all the soldiers here attacked the civilians apart of ARMSPRIME. Then they took over the whole place."
"Got any other info on them?"
"Of course, it's me remember?" Otacon smirked as Snake chuckled a bit, "Remember when Vamp went on and on about the struggles Dead Cell went through?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it looks like that could have played a key role in this situation. After Colonel Jackson died in Prison, Dead Cell not only attacked civilians, but they attacked this facility."
"So?"
"Well, that's also how they found out about the Patriots plans for the Big Shell," Otacon explained as he wiped his glasses on his coat.
"From here?" Snake asked. "I thought all the development for GW and Arsenal Gear took place on the Big Shell."
"Not all of it. That idea for the exploding oil Tanker only came up when the Patriots found out about the Marines RAY project. The GW stuff started only a little bit before that."
"So a small piece of GW was worked on here, huh?"
"Exactly. Also, ARMSPRIME was the biggest contributor for the Arsenal Gear project. They gave things like weapons, and even soldiers."
"And the poor bastards had to pay for it."
"Sad isn't it?"
"So now these guys have some of the most powerful weapons on earth in their hands. What are their demands?" Snake asked.
"They demanded several things. One was the safe arrival of Dr. Gene West to this facility and the other was the remains of Big Boss."
"What?""Deja Vu, huh?" Otacon asked with a tiny hint of humor in his voice despite the seriousness of the situation.
"I understood why Liquid wanted it, but what could these guys want with it?" Snake asked, speaking more to himself than to his partner. His eyes widened a bit at the realization, "Do you think...?"
"No way," Otacon cut in. "Liquid is dead. Ocelot made sure of that. I don't know how, but Ocelot managed to contain Liquid. The guy's in an asylum right now. "
Note: Sorry Ocelot fans, but he just doesn't fit into the story. If he were to be a villain, then his motives wouldn't have fit in with the other members.
"I don't know about that..." Snakes mind flashed back to the numerous battles the two brothers had at Shadow Moses. "Liquid pulled a Houdini several times before."
"Just trust me here," Otacon pushed up his glasses. "You're just being paranoid."
Where did I hear that before?
"So tell me. Who is this Gene West anyway?"
"I just did a sweep of his bio. He was one of the two scientists who modeled Gray Foxes exoskeleton."
"And if the government doesn't go along with their demands?"
" If the government doesn't give into their demands (40 hour deadline), they will launch an all out assault on the world. Also, there are some Metal Gears being held here."
"What a surprise..." Snake muttered sarcastically.
"Don't worry too much. They don't have the same firepower as REX or RAY. All the RAY models have been destroyed, other than the one stolen by your brother, Liquid. Of course, none of the other countries know about this."
"Yeah. So I guess I have to somehow stop these guys from using the Nuclear arsenal."
"If I had to guess, they shouldn't have the Nuclear Launch code sequence. They just don't give this type of information to grunts."
"How am I supposed to find it out myself?"
"Go find Daniel Sheffield, the current Vice President of ARMSPRIME. He and two others should know one part of the launch code sequence. One is already dead and the other..." Otacon trailed off.
"Otacon?"
"The other is a scientist...he....should be somewhere nearby," Otacon said rather quickly. Snake wanted to say something, but ultimately decided not to bother. It's Otacons decision.
"Do you have any idea where the Vice President could be?" Snake sighed.
"Yeah, he should be two floors above you. You're now in the Dock of 'Armory Tower 1'. He should be in the Commander resting quarters. Three floors above you."
"Got it."
CODEC OFF.
Snake stood up, and abandoned his concealment point. Snake pulled out his USP (Attached to a silencer) and smirked.
A lone man sat in his chair, looking outside through the large window. He had his chin rested on his folded hands, obviously in deep thought. He took a mug off the armrest and took a sip of coffee. This was it, he thought. The day of reckoning, everything will be repaid, and everyone will be soundly judged. He was too entranced with his own thoughts to hear the door open behind him on the other side of the room.
He was glad for the cooperation with his comrades, they were his only family in his own mind...and after the mission was done, his belief would be true. Suddenly, he felt a pair of eyes on him.
Phantasm Black.
He smiled as a few strands of hair came down from his slicked back black hair, this particular comrade he had known for quite a while. Almost as long as he'd known Cerberus.
"Nice to see you again Yomi," Phantasm said.
(Yomi means Hell/Underworld in Japanese)
Yomi Silver.
Yomi smirked as he closed the door behind him, "Still in the same position as always, huh?"
"What did you expect?" Phantasm sighed. "It's going to be complete boredom until the party starts."
"It shouldn't be too long. Without the Patriots, the government is nearly in shambles," Yomi reminded his leader.
Phantasm chuckled, "Always the rash one aren't you? All the Patriots ever did that was for the benefit of the country was the attempt of the GW program."
"You may have a point," Yomi said. "As always."
"By the way...are there any Dead Cell members left?"
Yomi, a little surprised at the change of topic answered," Well, uh, Cerberus said after he went to Federal Hall he couldn't sense any trace of them. Except one."
"...Who?"
"That freak Vamp."
Phantasms eyebrows raised as his mind recollected the name, "Very interesting coincidence."
A minute of dead silence passed by as Yomi let his respected comrade mull over his thoughts. The silence was broken when Phantasm took a long, loud sip of coffee. Some loud rumbling from outside could be heard as a sudden flash of light burst its way into the room.
"I don't think he'll be a problem anyway," Yomi said, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall next to the door. He closed his eyes in thought, "The bastard never had much of a purpose or goal back then. I doubt he does now, now that all his buddies are six feet under."
Phantasm scoffed in response, shaking his head, "Have they handed over Dr. West yet?"
"No, the roaches certainly are stubborn."
"Just like all of them, Yomi. Each and every one of them. Like fodder rushing to feed on the piss of some rich bastard."
Yomi hummed in agreement as he watched his leader get up from his seat. Phantasm folded his arms as he continued looking on outside.
"No one can stop our justified cause. Not even if we have to fight the entire world to do so."
I am so very very sorry that that was mostly dialogue, but I had to do so in order to introduce the mission, the characters etc. I promise things will pick up soon, so sit tight. Also, you may have noticed that I haven't described their clothes or look here or anything else in the room. Well that's because I wanted you to have the image that the room was dark and dreary, and that there facial expressions and their movements were the only thing noticeable. Oh, review if you want to. I'd be happy to receive any criticism. But no flames from you meaner people (Looks at faksak). :P .J/k.
Oh and please, please tell me if you want Vamp in the story. If you really want him in, then I'll try to think up a...role (Deja Vu) for him.
Thanks for reading.