Metal Gear Solid 4: Fox Hunter
By: Michael Blossom
Disclaimer: I's got nothin to do with Konami, Kojima, or the Metal Gear series, except I play the games, no sue-age, please.
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Chapter One: Operation Lightning Strike
A pattern of six F-22 Raptors flew at ten thousand feet. Lightning loomed overhead and in front, surrounding their destination. The dune below them was dark and ominous in the dusk light.
"Damn that storm, we can't go any higher, we'll get zapped."
"We'll get spotted on radar at this altitude."
"Affirmative, we should hug the ground." All six planes descended to only a hundred feet.
"New kid, you okay back there?"
"Affirmative."
"Don't worry any, we got your back. The enemy's air power is nearly nil, anyway."
"Hey, is it true your name is Yeager?"
"Affirmative."
"As in, the Yeager?"
"Negative. Yeager is my first name. I have no last name."
"How'd that happen?"
"Disowned."
"Whoa... Harsh."
Lights began flashing as the lock-on indicators turned on. In the far distance, SAM sites pointed their missile boxes straight at the squadron. A swarm of missiles, at least six per plane, careened from their housings.
"Evasive maneuvers!"
"Holy shit! Since when did they have SAMs?"
"They're sidewinders! Deploy flares!"
"There are three radars, Missile Box, can you get a lock?"
"Affirmative." The planes began to break formation, using hard break turns to dodge missiles. All of them missed, none of them very close to hitting. Another swarm of missiles emerged from the plane of the one called "Missile Box". His plane was outfitted with micro missiles. Like a swarm of bees, they flew in chaotic order towards the SAM radars. About nine micro missiles drove into each radar, dislodging the plates form their bases.
"Nice shooting. We got some long range interference from the storm. Remember, we have to destroy the hangar with the full payload of bombs we got. Every last one goes on that target, got it?"
"Affirmative." Five voices said in unison.
"Wait! What the hell is that!" Missile Box's radio signal turned to static as a bolt of sideways lightning rammed right into his cockpit. The plane exploded violently. The remaining pilots saw what had launched the lightning bolt. It was a shadow of a deformed giant. Four thick, cubic, spider legs made up it's bottom half. A large cylindrical torso stuck just below an enlarged airplane cockpit window, designed to fit as the head. On the back was mounted two massive boxes, made for launching missiles. The left arm was vaguely human, with an extremely long and large forearm, with a short upper arm. The right "arm" was merely a triangular barrel leading to the circular joint onto the body.
"Holy shit! What's going on?"
"It got Missile Box!"
"It's going to fire again! Scramble!" At that, a missile fired straight up into the sky from the massive machine's right side missile box.
"What the hell? Double Helix! Distract him, we'll blow it out of the sky!"
"It's on the ground!" Two voices said at the same time.
"Whatever! Break formation!" Two planes veered off to either side when a spike drove through the left engine of one of the remaining three. The explosion ripped the entire plane to shrapnel.
"Lead!" One of the pilots yelled. Another spike shattered through the fuel compartment of one of the fighters. As it began to lose speed, he noticed more spikes, raining from the sky. Two more shoved their way into his plane, and it exploded, just as Lead Blaze had.
"A-T!" the one called C-G called out. He himself had a rod driven through his body, and his plane crashed down to the earth.
"Oh my God..."
"Sniper?" Yeager called out. "Sniper?" He yelled again. "SNIPER?" He gave only last yell before twin machine guns from the thing's shoulders tore Sniper's plane to bits. The twin guns then turned on Yeager, the terrible chattering of blazing metal growing ever closer. Yeager hit the afterburners and rushed along the ground. After flying in between the spider legs, he pulled straight up towards the black clouds above. His Raptor rushed into the cloud cover, just as a bolt of lightning struck downward only yards away.
"My sensors aren't picking it up," Yeager heard over his radio. "The interference from the storm is screwing with my targeting." The storm also seemed to be messing around with Yeager's radio.
"It's suicide," A female voice said calmly, "for anyone to try and fly in there, he'll be struck down by lightning if he goes out of the clouds." Yeager had to throw a left break turn to avoid a bolt right then.
Heeding not the warning from the voice, Yeager made some adjustments to point himself at the monstrosity and fired all four sidewinders blindly. He could hear four explosions and a interference-laden oath from the machine's pilot. As he ripped through the bottom of the clouds, a bolt of lightning danced along the rear of the fighter jet. It seemed unharmed as a stream of bullets flew from the machine gun. Those bullets merely clinked against the armor of the walking tank, and only scorch marks on the right shoulder showed where the missiles hit.
Yeager began to experience some turbulence, with the eighty degree angle of descent and full afterburners, the speed was tearing the plane apart. The torso turned his way, and the lightning cannon fired one more shot, one that blasted the thrusters, and ignited the fuel tanks. All that was left of the plane, the nose, fell unceremoniously to the dunes below. Operation Lightning Strike was a total failure.
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"What the fudge! I was using cheat codes?"
Alright, I had most of this one done before I posted chapter zero. You know the drill, read, review, and don't make me beg you to do so.