Metal Gear Solid: New Prime
I don't own Metal Gear or its characters. They are the property of Konami and Hideo Kojima.
All righty then...We saw, like, 4 villains last chapter right? Well this chapter we get a better look on why they're doing this.
Chapter 5: The Blade From The North Star
Snake walked out of the room, knowing full well that Yomi Silver was now dead, and therefore not a threat anymore. He glanced about the hallway, making sure that there are no more sentries patrolling the area. The place will be swarming with them sooner or later, not something he wanted to do now what with the President dying right at this moment. He crouched, and activate his CODEC.
CODEC
"Otacon, I'm on the third floor of Tower 1. Outside of the torture room," Snake said, keeping his voice low.
"Did you find the President?" Otacon asked, grabbing cup of coffee.
"Yeah, but he's in a key card locked room. I can't get in without a Level Silver card," Snake responded solemnly.
"Yeah. I just hacked into the bases computer files right now. There are a lot of rooms that are sealed with a level something card, just like in Big Shell," Otacon responded.
"You know where I can find one?" Snake asked.
"Sorry, Snake. I don't know how I can get you there."
"...What's this?"
Snake looked down, and saw a keycard on the ground. On the bottom right corner, there was the insignia for New Prime, in silver text. He grabbed it, and eyed it for a while. Either he was hallucinating again, or was the author was using cheap dues ex machina ploy to move the plot? Whichever it was, it meant bad news for our protagonist.
"Well isn't that suspicious...?" Snake muttered.
"What happened?"
"A keycard fell out of my sneaking suit pouches," Snake answered.
"How'd it get there?" Otacon pushed up his glasses.
"I don't know. It isn't possible. Could....?" Snake trailed off, thinking about Yomi Silver. "Could he have...?"
"No time for that now, Snake! Get that keycard to the Vice President!" Otacon pushed.
"Right."
CODEC OFFSnake got up, and sprinted down the hallway. If he was lucky, then the President was still in one piece...if not...then its pretty self explanatory. All the sudden, Snake felt a rush through his body, as if a gust of wind just bombarded through the hall. Suddenly, the room around Snake got dark, until he was just standing in a sort of limbo. All about him was just deep darkness, as if he step into the bowels of hell. He felt something solid beneath him, which meant he was still in the room.
A low, mocking chuckle sounded around Solid, and he nearly jumped out of his boots. Snake spun around, looking at his surroundings, and instinctively pulled out his USP. Still seeing nothing, the soldier could feel his heart nearly leap clear out of his chest. In those green orbs, there was an emotion that hadn't grazed their surface in years...fear.
Are one of the Prime in this room?
Snake started to walk; he couldn't feel his way around this world so there was no point in trying. He felt so alone, its almost as if this void space had life and feelings of its own.
"So...you've come to save the world," A disembodied voice spoke. The voice was very soothing, unlike Snakes. It was calm, relaxed, which confused the soldier even more.
"...Where are you?" Snake muttered to himself.
The voice chuckled, "Patience, patience," The voice said nonchalantly. "If I wanted you to know where I was, I would've told you wouldn't I?"
No response from Snake, he had still been pondering on what was going on.
"Why quiet all the sudden? Do you want to see me?" The voice asked. "You never seemed like the social type when I first gazed at your soul."
No response from Snake once again. Snake looked around, and saw crystals forming into some form of mass. Snake noticed that the crystals were forming into the form of a person. Snake could tell that he was looking at the back of person, who was wearing a light brown trench coat. His hair was gray, and slicked back neatly.
Snake walked closer to the man, trying to get a good look at him, but not dropping his guard. The man just stood there, looking off into the abyss, not moving at all. Not even the usual heave of shoulders when one breathes. Snake continued his advance, until the man suddenly shot his arm up, halting Snake from getting any closer.
"You've changed. I thought you believed in the same things we did...but in turn...you were helping them, weren't you?" The man said. His voice was oddly familiar...
The man turned, and it hit Snake all at once. Like a blow to his very soul and being. The man stared back at him, his eyes reading the exact opposite of that of the and unforgiving.
"Big Boss," Snake whispered. This must have been some sort of hallucination...what was wrong with him?
The man flicked the toothpick that had previously hung from his lips into the abyss, going who knows where. Snakes aim wavered, his eyes expressing this action. How was this possible? This must've been some sort of an illusion.
"I'm glad you haven't forgotten me. Few have," Big Boss pulled out his old dog tag which read, 'Snake'. "The sands of time will not pull me into limbo, as did many others," Boss clutched his fist, concealing the memory. He held the memory close to his heart, "As long as I am remembered...I am immortal."
"This...just...isn't possible..." Snake whispered incoherently.
Boss' one eye narrowed, ignoring whatever Snake had said previously. "Have you learned nothing? Liquid learned. Solidus learned...and yet you, the oldest, have become the runt of the litter mentally."
Big Boss snapped his fingers, and the bandana wearing soldier felt a blow go right through his stomach. He coughed saliva, his eyes widened in pain. Snake fell onto all fours onto whatever was solid beneath him. He immediately sent his forearm across his abdomen, as he was reeling in agony. How was this? As a fighter, he was trained to take blows better than the average person but now it was as if he would never get back up.
Big Boss strode over to Snake nonchalantly, smirking all the while. The widely proclaimed greatest soldier of all time, crouched to his sons level, and reached out to him with his gloved hand.
"Don't worry boy..." Big Boss reached over to Snakes face. "These...silly little ideals...are all in your head," Big Boss' hand dematerialized the moment it grazed against his skin. "Do you know why? Because...you...my son...are a puppet. Just like the rest of us...and....those maggots...are the puppet master."
Snake looked up, only to be reacquainted with the sight of the hallway. The pain immediately vanished, as he rose to his feet, his USP was once again firmly gripped into his hand. Suddenly, the lights flickered on and off, most likely thanks to the returning weather conditions outside.
I'm waiting...brother/son...
The voices overlapped each other, hence the last two words in the statement. What was going on...? Snake began to reach for his CODEC, but decided against it for now.
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"Phantasm, Yomi is dead," Cerberus said to his comrades back, walking out of the shadows. His voice, was once again, calm. Very soothing, actually, and would relax anyone who was in that room that gave off a sense of depression and hopelessness.
"I know. Sparrow is getting more hostile," Phantasm responded impassively, not moving. However it was evident that he was referring to his animal friend, and...someone else. "Did you give our future colleague the message?"
"Yes," Cerberus answered, nodding. "I believe he understood what we needed of him."
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A messy apartment, with crumpled papers littered on the floor was considered home to Hal Emmerich, A.K.A Otacon. He was sitting at a desk in his kitchen, laptop in front of him, drinking coffee. Hal was half awake, due to lack of sleep the night before preparing Snake for his mission. He had to spend the wee hours of the morning getting the CODEC to work. Not to mention having to be convinced to let Snake use his car to get to the mission site.
Slowly, Hal drifted into sleep, as the world grew darker and darker...until...
BRIIING!!
"Ahh!" Hal yelled, falling out of his chair.
Hal scrambled back up to his feet, trying to figure out what just happened. His head suddenly snapped back into reality when he heard the phone ring again...somewhere in the 2 bedroom apartment. Hal kicked clothes off the ground, trying to find the phone. Wait a minute...they had a floor? There were magazines on the ground, both clean and dirty. There were issues of his favorite magazine from....2003!? (MGS2 takes place in 2009)
Man....why does Snake leave his clothes on the floor? And look at this---Cigarette butts!?
Hal sighed in relief as he found the phone under a mountain of clothes. Wasn't it Snakes turn to do the laundry?
"Hello?" Hal asked, yawning.
"...Hal?" A rather...cute female voice said on the other line.
"Mei Ling?" Hal said, choking on his own breath. "Hey, how are you doing?"
"Oh fine," Mei answered in her usual bubbly fashion.
A sudden awkwardness pierced through the air, and Hal shifted his weight between his feet. He had always fancied Mei (Man, I forget how old both characters are, but just play along alright?), for her intelligence, beauty and naivete. He never told Snake, because he had just about enough of Snakes "ribbing". However, when said incident occurs, Hal wouldn't hesitate to mention Meryl again, and Snake would concede rather easily.
"Well...uh...Mei...is there a reason you called me?" Hal asked, holding the yawn that was creeping up on him.
"Oh!" Mei squeaked. Hal swore that he could hear Mei blushing over the phone. She was so cute. "I have that information you wanted."
Hal felt himself hold his breath, silently wishing in his heart. "...Yeah?" Hal said hopefully.
She seemed to hesitate before answering, trying to figure out a way to break the news to him as lightly as she possibly could, but the with the hesitation, the answer became rather obvious, "...I'm sorry, Hal."
Hals heart sank down to his stomach. Why did all this have to happen? His face fell, and he took off his glasses.
"Don't be sorry, Mei," Hal could feel his eyes water. "I just...don't get it. Why?"
"Hey...it'll be ok," She replied reassuringly.
"I hope so, Mei."
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Snake slid the card in the scanner, and the door opened automatically. Snake rushed into the room, hurrying to aid the President. President Sheffield wore a blue buttoned up shirt, and black pants. He was slumped up against the wall, and his chin was down to his chest. There was a bloody gash across his chest, and the trailed down to the mans pants.
"Hey..." Snake whispered, nudging the unconscious man. "Are you alive?"
The man slowly gazed up through half open eyes to look into those green eyes. "Who...are you?" The man whispered hoarsely. All he could see was a blurry view of Snake and the strong lights above him.
"Solid Snake," Snake said immediately. He looked at the President up and down, "What did they do to you?"
"Mind torture," The President of ArmsPRIME replied. "The psychic...Cerberus...he... showed no mercy. Those people are monsters, Snake."
"You don't need to tell me twice," Snake said. "That wound---did the man named Yomi Silver give that wound to you?"
"Yes. He was angry that I hadn't given in to Cerberus' mind torture. He became so enraged that he struck me, leaving me to die. I don't know how I'm still alive, but I can remember one man...being especially furious."
"Who?" The soldier pressed.
"They called him...Sparrow," Sheffield choked out. "An.... incredibly ruthless man that would do anything to get what he wants."
That name...Sparrow again. Is he the ringleader of this whole thing? What about Phantasm?
Sheffield reached inside his pocket, and pulled out another keycard.
"Here...this will get you into the other towers," Sheffield said. "They already have a code. I don't know why...but they didn't bother to get the other one from me."
"Maybe they found out another way to activate the Metal Gear?"
"I don't know. All I know is that whatever they're planning can't be good. You must deactivate the new Metal Gear!"
Snake nodded, "What about you?"
"I'm done for...there is no point in trying to save me..."
Snake nodded once again, and slowly turned away from Sheffield. He was right, even there was some way of saving him, he would easily get butchered in this base. Snake walked out of the room, and down the hallway as the former President of ArmsPRIME slowly faded into the world of death.
Snake took a deep breath of fresh air as he stepped out of the tower. Apparently, this part base worked much like the Big Shell, high towers that instead of hovered over water, hovered over a forest. From this high point, he could see the mountains in the distance. There were four towers, each with a connecting bridge to another on each floor. There was one near the ocean, which seemed to be the tallest. Snake frowned as he noticed that all the bridges had been destroyed, most likely the result of the terrorists finding out about his arrival at the base.
The soldier proceeded to take the ladder that was attached to the tower down, and decided to leg it to the next tower. The weather was still iffy, as it seemed to start and stop raining every five minutes. Snake hoped that the former wouldn't happen now, since he didn't want to leave any traceable footprints behind. Snake finally made it onto the solid ground, and continued on down the path to the next tower. The ground was muddy, and leaves were sticking to his boots.
Reaching the large door to the door finally, Snake took another breath as he swiped the keycard Sheffield had given him for access. Once Snake walked down the hallway, he was greeted with bloodstained walls, soldiers and a whole of machine gun sounds in the distance.
What the hell could have done this?
Familiar with this kind of carnage, Snake was unfazed, but somewhat amazed at the sight of this. There must have been 8 heavily armed soldiers that littered the hallway, but they seemed to be taken down easily. Snake crouched down to one soldiers level, who had his arm severed and had ninja stars grafted into his face and legs. The ski mask that was donned onto the soldiers face was now coated with blood.
Snake heard faint groaning to his left, and noticed one soldier crawling away with only the support of his forearms. His legs had been hit with ninja stars as well, and there was a rather large one sticking out from his back.
"We...have to...stop him!" The fallen soldier groaned, his voiced filled with determination. However, he finally let out one last groan as he just arched his back and just stop moving, the usual heave of shoulders disappearing slowly.
Exact precision. How could one person be so calculating so quickly against these odds?
Snake slowly took out his USP, and treaded carefully down the hallway. He stepped over the corpses and followed the line of carnage as he turned the corner to see another door. He felt his heartbeat speed up a little, as the door slid upon obediently and he strode in. He immediately saw two sentries with their weapons raised, staring at something and instinctively ran behind a crate and crouched. He peeked around the corner, and watched.
There were perhaps ten soldiers with their weapons raised, searching the room with their eyes. Suddenly, two throwing stars came crashing their way through the face of one soldier, bringing him down instantly. The rest of the soldiers immediately spun around, looking for the source of that attack. One of the soldiers kneeled down and checked the pulse of his fallen comrade.
"He's dead," The soldier said to the others.
The soldier continued their search, pointing their weapons at the catwalks above, near the ceiling. Snake himself looked up, and tried to see what they couldn't. In the shadows he could see a red light, that was in the shape of a scar.
What is that?
Suddenly, the glow disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Snake heard more screams from the soldiers. Snake peeked around the corner again, and his eyes widened. A person in a black cloak (Full Sleeves), had shoved a scythe through the stomach of a soldier. Blood began to spread throughout the outer uniform of the slowly fading soldier. His eyes nearly bulged through the slit of his mask, as he stared in shock at his murderer. The others in the group were frozen; they couldn't believe what they had seen.
He's swift.
The man in the cloak wore a black bandana (A Red tail) that had a red slash across the eye. It only covered the top half of his face, while a plated mask covered the bottom. All his other features were covered because of that same cloak that donned his body from the shoulder down.
"Don't...shoot..." The impaled soldier begged in between groans. His comrades seemed torn, as seen from their body movements and eye expression.
They should shoot. It'll be their only chance to get him.
"Why don't you shoot?" The scythe wielding man asked. His voice was rasped, and dual toned. It was almost as if another person was talking as well. "Isn't this what you wanted? A life like this?"
Even from his distance, Snake could tell that the soldiers were trembling, and that would be a great advantage for the masked man.
"Take this!" One of the soldiers shrieked.
The enraged soldier sent off several bullets at the masked man, each heading straight for his body. The masked man did not move, and merely stared at his attacker. The bullets all passed right through the masked mans cloak, leaving him unharmed. It was almost as if he was a phantom.
"What the--"
The bullets crashed through the abdomen of the impaled soldier, and another soldier several feet behind him. Blood sprayed from their bodies and they both fell dead immediately. The mans eyes looked impassive, as if this were an everyday occurrence for him. The masked man walked over to the man he had held hostage for that brief moment, and yanked his scythe from his gut forcefully. For a small moment, Snake was able to see the persons gloved hand.
"Pathetic," The masked man mocked. "This isn't even a battle anymore. The only question that needs asking is should I rid of you quickly, or slowly ride your carcasses to hell?"
The masked man spun, and in one fluid motion pulled out three stars, each of them taking down three soldiers. The remaining soldiers reacted by shooting off entire clips at the intruder, but as before, the bullets phased through him. The masked man jumped up into the air, and did a back turn kick to one of the soldiers, sending them to the ground.
The other soldiers were reloading, and were also backing away from him. The masked man turned and looked down at the bullets that littered the floor. He reached out with his palm, and the bullets started floating in midair. He looked back at the sentries, and snapped his hand back into their direction.
"Now to bring about destiny," The masked man said.
The bullets went speeding their ways towards the soldiers as if it had come from an actual weapon. The bullets pierced through the arms, legs, chests and heads of the sentries. They all sent out their final blood curdling screams as they fell to the ground, dead. The masked man stood in the middle carnage, admiring his work. The room fell silent, and Snake waited for the scythe wielding fighters next action before making a move.
"When do you plan on getting out of hiding, Snake?" The masked man asked.
Snakes heart skipped a beat, and he quickly pulled himself back together. He abandoned his original hiding spot, and stared down his enemy, his USP ready for attack. Snake could tell a smile was slowly creeping up on the face of his enemy even with the mask.
"Who are you?" Snake asked, in a demanding tone of course.
"Names mean nothing in our world," The man responded. "According to Sparrow and Phantasm anyway. However considering who you are, I'll tell you who I am. Altair...."
Altair AKA Altair The Vicious.
"You got pretty good aim...you from FOXHOUND?" Snake asked.
Altair scoffed, and cracked his knuckles, "That doesn't matter now. What matters is that in two seconds you'll be as dead as Big Boss."
"I'll like to see that," Snake smirked. "You may be good but you're pompous as hell."
"Are you satisfied with those words?" Altair asked, cocking his head to side. "Those will be your last, you know."
Altair entered into a martial art position of some style, and charged towards the former FOXHOUND soldier. The battle was on.
End of Chapter
Now you must be thinking, "Another fight already?!". Well it isn't what it seems, and neither is Altair. Oh and about Otacon having a crush on Mei. Well I couldn't resist the pairing dammit! See ya people.