The next morning, the Sun rose to a Mother Base already alert and moving. Most of the activity was focused on the medical platform where a maintenance crew surrounded a helicopter, rearming and refueling it. The pilot stood nearby, watching and smoking a cigarette. Further down the platform, away from the noise of the work, Snake and Ocelot stood, both looking at the book taken from Dragonstone.

"Alright, according to this map Winterfell is located near the center of this part of the continent." Ocelot said as he pointed to the northern lobe of Westeros. "Apparently it's the capital of the North, which is this chunk here." He circled the North with his finger on the map. "Gonna be a long trip there, few hours or so."

Snake looked down at the map, noting the border divisions between regions, "North's pretty big. Shouldn't have trouble winning the war if they play it smart."

"According to this, it's pretty empty. Not as settled as you'd think." Ocelot smirked. "Of course, you'll get a bird's eye view of most of it during the trip. You'll be over water until you match Winterfell's latitude, roughly, then fly in over land. Bit slower but it'll keep you away from any major population centers."

"Right." He looked around the pad as the workers scurried off, the chopper now set for the trip. "Where's Sansa?"

"Here," Came Miller's reply from behind the two of them as he limped out onto the deck. Sansa walked beside him, looking the perfect picture of a demure lady, were it not for the tension in her muscles that gave away her fear. "She's ready to go. You taking anyone else with you, Boss?"

Snake opened his mouth to reply only for the sound of Quiet reappearing to interrupt her. She leaned on the helicopter next to the door, arms crossed and waiting for the rest of them to arrive, her rifle slung on her back. Snake looked at her then turned to Miller. "Guess she is."

He looked at Sansa. "Ready to go?"

She nodded, bowing lightly. "Yes, My Lord."

At that, Snake sighed but turned to walk towards the chopper, not bothering to correct her as the rest followed him, Ocelot keeping pace with Snake as they walked. "Best bet'll be landing some distance away then moving in. Avoid spoking them too much."

Snake opened the door and looked back at Miller and Ocelot. "Might send a message to land in the middle of the yard. Show our power."

The gunslinger crossed his arms. "It'd scare the shit out of them too."

Miller finally caught up and offered his two cents. "We are delivering their… sister? Who's in charge of that castle now?"

From behind them, Sansa spoke up. "My brother Robb is Lord of Winterfell now."

"Right, sister then. They'll be happy with us. Might even see us as Gods."

Ocelot rolled his eyes, "They won't see us as gods, Miller."

As Miller turned to look at Ocelot, mouth opening to retort, Snake spoke up. "Enough, we'll figure it out en route." He opened the chopper door, letting Quiet climb in and take her usual seat. He held out a hand to Sansa who slowly walked up, took Snake's hand and climbed into the chopper, like a princess entering a carriage. As Snake climbed into the cabin, Miller yelled out. "Get us more work while you're out there!"

Snake nodded and closed the door, the chopper spinning up and lifting off as Ocelot and Miller stepped back from the pad. Inside the cabin, Quiet and Snake sat down in the cabin, getting comfortable as Sansa grabbed her chair in a death grip. Quiet offered her a smile, which Sansa reciprocated but kept her grip on the rail. Quiet's gaze turned to Snake who shrugged in response. And with that, the long trip began.

A few hours later, the helicopter sped over the empty lands of the North, taking a windy route to avoid detection by locals. Inside the cabin, Snake was listening to one of his tapes while Quiet laid on the seating, eyes closer and waiting. Sansa had calmed down after an hour of flight and was now looking out the window at her homeland streaking under them. In the cockpit, Pequod yelled back into the cabin. "Getting close Boss, what's the plan?"

Snake paused the tape and looked at Sansa. She had sat back down, her fear induced tension now changed into an excitement. Snake guess that if not for her training in propriety, she'd be bouncing in her seat. He turned his attention to Pequod and said back, "Set us down in the yard. And play something as go. May as well have an entrance." Quiet sighed and shook her head from her position on the seating.

Pequod looked back at Snake, "You sure Boss?" Snake nodded and Pequod turned back to the controls, heading towards Winterfell. Snake opened his iDroid and looked through his music options, pondering what to play as Quiet sat up. Sansa looked at the iDroid projection, almost hypnotized by the hologram. Snake eventually selected his choice, which Pequod then commented on. "Stay Away eh? Not bad Boss, not bad."

Outside the chopper, the speakers flared to life with late 80's Toto as the Chopper approached Wintefell. On the Castle walls, guards, spooked by the music started running into the castle, with yet more running out into the yard, swords held at the ready as the chopper hovered over the castle, slowly setting down in the yard with the music still blaring from the speakers. Snake opened the cabin and climbed out into the yard, feeling the cold of the Northern air and looking at the guards, who almost to a man looked scared out of their minds at the sight before them. The other door opened and Quiet stepped out, cloaking as she sped off, the sound of her movements covered by the loud chopper's music and rotors. Snake turned to see Sansa moving towards the door. Rather than offering her his hand, Snake instead reached out and grabbed her, lifting her out of the chopper and setting her down outside before signaling Pequod to kill the music and rotors.

Sansa slowly stepped out from the under the rotors, looking around with wide eyes at Winterfell. The guards started mumbling about Lady Sansa returning as one stepped forward. He was and older man, with long white hair and wearing more well-made clothing than the rest. He slowly stepped forward towards Sansa. "Lady Sansa? Is that you?"

Sansa looked at the man. "Ser Cassel…" She swallowed and smiled, tears rolling down her face. "I… I'm home!" She broke into a run and embraced Cassel, who patted her back awkwardly. "Er, yes. Perhaps you wish to see your brothers?" Sansa let go of the man and nodded then paused. "One moment, Ser. I need to do something first." She turned and walked over to Snake before curtseying low, "Thank you Ser for saving me from Kings Landing. I am forever in your debt. Please, take this as a symbol of my favor." She reached into her dress and pulled out a handkerchief, offering it to Snake who awkwardly took it, looking down at it. "Uh… thanks."

Sansa shook her head. "No, Ser. Thank you." With that, she turned and started walking into the castle, with two guards in breaking off the group to follow her. Cassel walked over to Snake, face neutral. "Thank you for returning our Lady to us. But, I must ask why you didn't get both of them? Lady Arya was also held in King's Landing with Sansa."

Over the radio, Miller answered the question to Snake, "They never had her, she escaped. The Lannisters have no idea where she is now." Snake made no indication of hearing Miller and replied to Cassel, "She wasn't there. Apparently she escaped before the Lannisters could grab her."

Cassel sighed. "That is… both good and bad news. Thank you regardless. How can we repay you for what you have done for the Starks? Name anything and you shall have it."

Snake nodded in reply. "I'll need a moment to think." As he stepped back, putting a finger to his earpiece, it crackled to life first with Quiet's humming then Miller's voice.

"Alright Boss, biggest issue will be ammunition for our weapons. So we'll need brass and lead most of all, maybe a bit of copper as well." Miller told him, "Otherwise… that's about it really."

"How about gunpowder?" Snake asked, now pacing as he kept his voice down. The northerners watched him pace, still standing back with weapons drawn in fear.

Over the radio, Miller sighed. "I doubt they know what we'd need for gunpowder. We'd need to find other ways to work with that."

Ocelot chose that moment to butt in. "When you get back, I have a couple ideas to run by you, Boss. Might help us in the long run."

Snake sighed. "Right, we'll handle that later. How should we move the materials? I'm thinking they just leave it somewhere isolated and we Fulton it all. How much will we need?"

Over the radio, the sound of one of them leafing through papers could be heard before Miller replied. "Around… I'd say we start with 5000 pounds raw materials, even 50/50 split. Should last us long enough to build up our own supply through under sea mining. Thank God we tried to be self-sufficient…"

Snake nodded. "Ok, any gold?"

"Not yet," Ocelot replied, "We'll ask for gold after we do more work."

Snake lowered his finger and turned back towards the still scared stiff northerners, walking up to Cassel. "We'll need around 5000 pounds of ore, unrefined is fine. Take them out around 5 miles south of here and set them in a clearing in the forest. We'll handle transport from there."

Cassel paused then cleared his throat before replying. "Are you sure you don't want gold? Gathering that much ore will take more time…"

Snake shook his head. "Gold will come in later jobs. Speaking of which, we need work. Any suggestions?"

Cassel blinked, surprised at the request. "You wish for more work? Well… His Grace, King Robb could use your aid in the South. He is currently at Riverrun, last we heard. We will send a raven telling him of you. If you do not get there first…" He looked over at the helicopter, leery of the machine.

Snake nodded and turned towards the chopper, walking over to it. In the distance the sound of small explosions could be heard, spooking the guards of Winterfell as Quiet moved in, eventually leaping down next to the chopper as Snake opened the door. Quiet regarded the men assembled to meet them then turned to walk into the chopper, her hips swaying. As she arrived at the now open cabin door, she smirked at Snake, indicated her head at the now lusty guards behind her then climbed into the helicopter. Snake smiled back at her, took one last look at Winterfell and her men, and then followed Quiet into the chopper. And with the whirring of rotor blades and the blaring of obscure 80's rock, the Diamond Dogs departed.

The chopper flew over the rolling hills and forests of northern Westeros, making a beeline for Riverrun. Inside the chopper, Snake listened to yet another of his tapes as Quiet looked out the window, admiring the land beneath them. The pilot yelled back into the cockpit. "Boss, we're getting close to Riverrun."

With that, Snake stirred, turning off his music as the pilot went on. "How should we handle this one? Land in the yard music blasting?"

Snake shook his head. "Land a bit off, mile or so. Quiet and I can walk the rest of the way." The pilot nodded as the helicopter began to slow, eventually hovering over a stretch of road. As Snake opened the door, he could see a large 3 sided castle down the road. Quiet prowled over, standing next to Snake as he commented. "Think they see us?" She simply nodded in reply as Snake went on, "Well, guess we should be ready to be met half way then. Keep sharp." He hopped out, landing on the ground some 6 feet away, Quiet following soon after, landing silently next to him. The chopper then broke off, flying off with the familiar "Be careful down there Boss."

Now alone on the road, Quiet pulled her rifle to her front, hefting it before jerking her head down the road, obviously wanting to get moving. Snake walked forward a bit, eyebrow raised. "You plan to walk with me?" Quiet shrugged in reply. Snake mirrored her shrug then started walking, with Quiet following to his left, slightly behind him.

"Guess she wants to keep an eye on ya, Boss," Ocelot commented over the radio. Snake could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Surprised she's still around, considering what happened last time she joined us." Miller added, as blunt as ever.

Behind him, Snake barely had time to process the sound of Quiet's rifle hitting her side as she dropped it before she took a large step forward and put an arm around Snake's. He paused and looked down at her, puzzled. "Uh… what are you doing?" Quiet simply looked up at him then pointed down the road, as if to say "Let's go." Snake paused a moment, looking down at her, then shrugged, adjusting his arm so that hers rested in the crook of his elbow.

"Did she just…" Miller said.

Ocelot cut him off before he could go on, "Yup. Guess she's making her feelings clear this time."

Quiet smiled and hummed, apparently satisfied with herself. Snake didn't simply kept walking, silently escorting her down the road towards Riverrun. The road was quiet, the silence only interrupted by various animal noise. Birds chirping and cawing overhead, the rustle of the grass as small creatures lurked near the road. Then, the silence was again interrupted, this time by the faint hoof beats of horses. In front of the two soldiers, a small dust cloud could be seen, road dirt cast into the air by the impact of hooves upon it. With this sign of oncoming engagement, Quiet and Snake broke off their linked arms, Quiet pulling her sniper rifle into her hands and Snake doing the same with the assault rifle at his hip. "Don't be too aggressive but be ready to move." Quiet nodded, taking a step away from Snake and hefting her rifle.

Before long, the horsemen were upon them. The Sigils on their chest were mixed, some bearing a leaping fish and others a leaping wolf.

"A Fish?" Miller asked over the radio.

"House Tully. Guess they're made friends with the Starks in this war. If memory serves, one of them is Sansa's mother." Ocelot replied.

Snake disregarded both of them as the horsemen encircled the two soldiers, lances and swords at the ready. Finally, one horseman rode forward, clad in leather and mail with a sword at his hip. He was old, with long grey hair and a bread. Unlike the other horsemen, his sigil was a black fish, over the same field as the other fish bearing horsemen. He rode forward, looking down at the two soldiers. "Hm, we see some sort of flying machine near the road and all we find are two strangely dressed travelers…"

One of the horsemen spoke up. "The woman's likely a whore, look at her clothes for fucks sake!" The other men began to mumble and leer at her. The Blackfish spoke up with a loud "Enough!" only to be cut off from speaking more by the crack of Quiet's rifle. The guard who'd called her a whore shook in his saddle, a hole now punched in the top of his fortunately tall helmet.

The guards immediately responded with anger, stepping forward and raising swords before Snake fired two more rounds into the dirt, speaking loudly and clearly. "Any of you takes one step closer, the next one is in your head." To add emphasis, Quiet worked the bolt of her rifle and aimed at the Blackfish who, to his credit, was unshaken by his first encounter with modern firearms.

"Perhaps if you'd not called the lady a whore, you wouldn't have a hole in your helm." He looked at said guard, who had pissed himself in his saddle and was dead quiet from fear. The man sighed and looked down at Quiet. "My apologies for his stupidity My Lady. I hope you aren't offended by it."

Quiet simply hummed and lowered her rifle as Snake stepped forward. "We're looking for Robb Stark. Either Lord of Winterfell or King of the North, one of the two."

The Blackfish looked down at him. "And you wish to speak to His Grace why exactly?"

"Looking for work. We're mercenaries."

"And how do I know you aren't Lannister spies who intend to assassinate my King?"

Snake shrugged. "If you can give us work and promise a reward, we'll take orders from you too."

The Blackfish grunted. "Before we do that, we'll exchange names. I am Brynden Tully, also known as the Blackfish." He pointed at the Sigil on his chest. "I'm a Knight in the service of His Grace, King Robb Stark. You?"

"Snake. CO of the Diamond Dogs. My friend here is Quiet, one of my soldiers." The woman in question nodded up at Tully before Snake went on. "We just got back from freeing Miss Sansa from… King's Landing I think it's called."

Tully's eyebrows shot up. "That is a rather bold claim. Do you have any evidence of this?"

Snake shook his head. "Cassel said something about sending you a raven, I assume that's a message?"

"You claim to have went from King's Landing to Winterfell in the space of a day?!" Tully was incredulous as Snake simply nodded in reply. Tully took a deep breath to steady himself and looked down at Snake. "You have abilities beyond anything I can conceive, Snake. If you want work, then I will want to understand them. I will offer you 1000 gold dragons if you retake Castle Darry and bring me Gregor Clegane, alive or dead."

"And he is?" Snake asked.

Tully gave a grim smile, "He is the Mountain that Rides. Nearly 8 feet tall, weighs over 30 stone and wields a steel great sword in one hand. His armor is the finest in the Seven Kingdoms and cannot be worn by anyone other than him. If you kill this man, you will be able to speak to the King in the North and I might just believe you about rescuing Lady Sansa. Of course, there are other, easier tasks to accomplish."

Snake held up a hand. "We'll kill this man, where is he?"

Tully hmphed in response, "He recently sacked Castle Darry though he may have moved on from there. You do know this isn't possible, correct."

Snake smiled wryly and pointed a thumb at Quiet. "Quiet can drill a hole in this man's head from a mile away. We can kill him and retake this Castle too."

"Bold claims. Very well, if you do this, we can discuss rewards upon your return. If you return." Tully held up a hand and the horsemen stood down. "To be frank, I wouldn't blame you if you simply left on that machine and never returned. I'm asking the impossible here."

"We've done the impossible before. Why are you asking us to do this? We've just met."

Tully sighed, considering Snake before replying. "A hunch. Something in my gut tells me you two are different. And considering what I've seen today, I think you may just stand a chance against the Mountain's Men. Regardless, I wish you good luck in your hunt." With that Tully turned and with a wave of his hand, lead his horsemen back towards Riverrun.

"We can plan this attack at Mother Base. Head on home, Snake. I'll signal Pequod to pick you up." Miller said over the radio.

Snake nodded and looked over at Quiet. "Up to killing a giant?"Quiet simply smirked in reply, hefting her rifle. Snake returned the smirked and nodded. "I thought so."

AN: Alright, alright. I know it's been months since I updated this... but I finally have! So... yeah?

*cowers in fear*

In all seriousness, thanks for all the reviews and favs and follows everyone. Finally got me motivated to write more. Thanks for all the praise and constructive criticism, both are VERY much appreciated.

And now, on to review responses! God, this'll take a while... Gonna limit myself to stuff I can reply too, mostly longer reviews or reviews with good points to address or good ideas. Maybe going through 4 pages of reviews to reply to will motivate me to update faster... who knows? Also, word of warning, I am writing at around... 2 AM? So, my ramblings will be even worse this time. You have been warned, people.

Mei-chiri: Thanks for the advice man, I tried to take it into account with this chapter, hope it's an improvement! Also, yes I have read Event Horizon and I do agree that it's awesome. People who are reading my ramblings, go forth and read Event Horizon! Fly, Fly my pretties!

that guy who wrights: Glad we agree on seeing Venom as the more moral of the two Big Bosses. And I'll be toying around with Venom's backstory, you'll see...

XanatosGambit86: Phew, long one here but it does allow me to address a couple things. First off, thanks for the review. Yeah, I did rush the arrival a bit, looking back the wormhole would make a teleport accident easy. But frankly, them arriving is meant to be more of an Act of God. Dunno why it happened or how, it just did and they gotta roll with it. As to the feel of the fanfic, this fanfic is gonna lean more towards MGS, really. Think of it as a MGSV DLC we'll never fucking see that takes place on Planetos. There will be GoT characters and locations but in the end this is MGS first and foremost.

As to the tech, gonna take more time on this and compare my fic to Event Horizon, bit of stretch quality wise as they do this better than me but whatever. There, sharing tech was a good way to make money, they were colonists, there to make money however they can, be it by land, be resources or by sharing tech. Diamond Dogs will work very hard to NOT share tech. Their tech is what makes them so damn dangerous to Planetos, to share it would be disasterous. No inentionally giving of guns and training to Robb, they show up, kick ass, and leave. As The Boss would put it, today's friend is tomorrow's enemy. And there's no reason to give your enemy the tools needed to kill you easier.

Guest 1: Love the Mannis support there mate. Seriously, I do like Stannis but to be frank,the Diamond Dogs don't give two shits who's on the Iron Throne. All they care about is doing what they love, reason they even think about that chair is if someone pays them to throw someone off of it or place someone on it.

That being said, we have not seen the last of the Red Woman...

Guest 2: I tried to get across that Sansa was scared out of her mind while on Mother Base. In the books, she resorted to courtesy as her armor, I figure she'd do the same here. As for interacting with the folks of Mother Base, as you can see in this chapter, she already left. But I have plans for further cultural interaction, don't you worry.

As for CK2, It's GoT mod all the way and my schemes are... progressing, I guess? Got like 10 files, hard to track them all.

SatelliteApocrypha: I figured the locals would just seem him as some weirdo foreigner and move on with their lives. Medieval Peasants may have been rather superstitious but some guy with a horn stuck in his head and wearing weird shit isn't a monster, he's just some weirdo. Worth staring at? Most certainly. But not worth lynching. Immediately at least.

auraofcalm: Yeah, the curbstomp is part of the fun. How does Westeros and Essos react to this insanely powerful force suddenly appearing in the Narrow Sea? This will be looked over in later chapters, and to some extent this chapter. As for the low-mindedness, I feel that Venom Snake isn't one to build a nation for a nations sake like the real Big Boss. He's just a man who fights, nothing more. That being said, the pursuit of self sufficiency might result in expansion... more on that next chapter.

Deadly kawaii ninja: Solid was a hell of a flirt. Big Boss is the God of "Even the Guys Want Him" but that was mostly unintentional. Venom may attract attention of course, but he's not gonna go seeking tail like Robert Baratheon would. As for the creativity thing, don't sell yourself short, mate. I didn't think I could write either, yet here I am. Hell, I still feel like I'm not that great so yeah. If you wanna write, go for it man!

Murderhobo: Gonna do both reviews at once here. First off, I have some ideas with the whole GoT women thing, kinda pondering that one a bit. As for tech, I shall refer you to my earlier rant. Though the metallurgy might come into play, gonna need to do more research into medieval metals and modern metals I guess. Eh, yet more weird shit for the search history. No, NSA, I am not a terrorist, I am a fanfic writer. There is a clear difference!

StillReflections: Ah, was not aware of that. Fortunately, I've done a bit of research into swords and such in my spare time, mostly by watching Skallagrim... anyway, I figure Valyrian Steel is all around tougher than any other steel can be when made without magic. Lighter, more flexible, tougher, etc. Still, it's rare so it won't be a HUGE issue. Eh, we'll see. It's early yet after all.

Guest 3: Yeah, they're actually based in the northern chunk of the Narrow Sea, northeast of Dragonstone by several hundred miles. That's a rough position of course. And the Red Woman is interesting, especially with my Essos plans...

Thats most of the big stuff. Sorry if I didn't reply to your review. While I do like the review's of "update dammit it's great", there's not much that I can do other than extend a big thank you really. To everyone. God willing, I'll be faster updater now.

Or slower, but I'm hoping for faster!

Oh, last thing. Gonna be using this fic to spread my love of old 80's rock. Expect a lot of Toto here and I'll link the music down here at the bottom for ya, if you wanna know what Snake's blaring on the speakers of his choppers.

Stay Away, The Seventh One, Toto: watch?v=dNYsVCfmi2E

So, gonna end things here for now. Sorry it's so short but I figured ending the chapter here would be a good move. Next chapter, the Battle of Castle Darry!