METAL GEAR SOLID: THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
by Rookie's Eyes (based off of Metal Gear)
Disclaimer: the Metal Gear series and their characters are property of Kojima Productions and Konami
Author's Note – I am posting this as a chapter in Resurrection in the hopes that any loyal readers will know about my new project. I hope you will find this chapter entertaining as well as baiting and I will be posting the story separately shortly once I am past the second chapter (the biggest hurtle for me usually in my writing.)
Prologue
1995.
"The Ice Age of the Cold War has only just receded. The clutch of the Soviet Union has for four years been dissolved. For many citizens of the former Soviet Union as they adjust to their new society, they struggle to climb out of the hole they have been forsaken in by the USSR. As they slowly reorganize themselves into a semblance of order, the weapons which the Soviet Union once possessed in authority have been pawned out to the highest of bidders in desperation. One nation in particular has caught the eye of the United States government.
"Outer Heaven. A nation within the Republic of South Africa which has sprung up like a weed in the midst of a vast warzone, has amassed thousands of second hand Soviet nuclear armaments and various military contraband to arm itself against anticipated war. Greedily they attack the borders, conquering more land and people to hasten their war machine.
"And yet, that is not the greatest of the United States' worries. Along with thousands upon thousands crates of weaponry, strange shipments have been found among the cargo carrying unusual parts with an unknown purpose. The US has charged High Tech Special Forces Unit FOX-HOUND with ascertaining its purpose, and if necessary, its destruction."
2129 Hours, February 2, 1995. Inside Outer Heaven's Research and Development facility.
"This is FOX-HOUND agent codename Gray Fox. I've made my way into the development wing of Outer Heaven's fortress." A thinly built man stood in the darkest corner of the room, taking cover behind a set of shelves. With silver hair, grey eyes and a clean face, the man carried only a pistol strapped to his thigh and a machete around his shoulder. He wore a grey urban espionage uniform, standard issue for FOX-HOUND agents when in the field. After hours of trekking through the wilderness surrounding the compound, Fox finally had managed to slip through the defenses without being detected.
*140.85* "Good work, Fox." A rough voice complemented from the other side of the transmission. It was a familiar voice, and though it had lost some of the gusto which Fox had so long admired, it still possessed total authority in the face of adversity. "Punctual as always. This is the best chance we have. Our informant says that within the week the weapon is going to be transported below ground. You should be able to get there using the duct system to get to the machine. You are to find it and uncover the true nature of their new WMD. You must dismantle it by any means necessary, and if at all possible, to find and kill the man responsible for its creation, whoever that may be."
"Get in. Ascertain the purpose of Outer Heaven's black project, blow it up, get out. Could it be any simpler?"
*140.85* "You'd be surprised how complicated so simple an idea can become, but that's the general idea. Good luck Fox."
"Commencing Operation Intrude N312."
Gray Fox entered a long dark corridor, rows and rows of vehicles spread out before him in the hangar, and yet he barely glanced at the vehicles, eyeing the elevator at the very opposite end of the row. Guarded by a single soldier. This is going to be easier than I thought. The gray concrete did not absorb sound very well. Were it not for his specially padded boots the guard would have heard him coming from a mile away.
The rafters above the floor hung low, allowing Fox to swiftly leap up the wall, silent as a feline, and grip onto the iron beams. He flipped himself upright onto the beam, Standing straight with the precision of a tightrope walker and making his way along the rafters, headed toward the guard without his noticing.
Fox slowly lowered himself above the soldier, using his strong yet lithe feet to grip onto the iron as he descended. Before the soldier even had time to register the contact Fox wrapped his arm round the sentry's skull, twisting abruptly and severing the man's vertebral column. His body fell limp to the floor, and Fox fell lightly to the floor, landing on the floor to search the dead man for his identification. Among his papers was a level Three security pass which Fox promptly pocketed.
Quickly, he carried the body over to one of the nearby tanks, opening the hatch and hastily dropping the cadaver inside. After quietly shutting the hatch on its new occupant, Fox made his way back to the door, sliding the card down the scanner and eliciting a beep of approval from the machine. He slipped through the doors and into a long hall, a single camera strafing the wall from one corner of the ceiling. Taking note of the camera, Fox pressed his body tightly to the same wall, slipping under the camera's blind spot and passing without incident.
"Boss," Fox spoke through the transceiver, "I'm nearing the duct-work entry point."
*140.85* "Be on the lookout for traps. There could b-"
"Trap doors, maybe lasers. I've covered them in training. Always be on the lookout for parts where the floor is clean and polished, no scuffing from military boots." He whispered lightly into the receiver as he slowly advanced through the hallway to a door on the other side designated "HIGH PRIORITY DEVELOPMENT" an advisory at the midsection of the door also said "Personnel caught without authorization will be imprisoned indefinitely."
Fox laughed inwardly as he thought to himself, So all I have to do is not get caught. Sounds easy enough. Beside the door was a duct vent with rusted bolts and screws so oxidized that it took the mere prodding of his finger to snap their bond to the wall. Swiftly Fox slipped inside, turning enough in the cramped space to grip the vent cover and gingerly place it back to its prior position so as not to arouse the suspicion of any passersby.
Stealthy as his namesake, Fox slipped through the duct without a sound, hesitating only to observe his position in the vents to make his way to the hangar. His uniform was constantly catching on stray nails and screws which the workers were too lazy to pound completely in. Fox yearned for the old days when they could afford to spend money on soldiers. He missed his old FOX uniform, almost wishing he hadn't had to throw it away after it was ruined in his skirmish with Big Boss, back when he still preferred Naked Snake over his honorary title. His thoughts returned to the duct as it began to brighten from dark gray to dull silver, and Fox could just make out strips of light at the very end of the vent.
As he came closer he could make out a room lined with supercomputers, a single man, balding, with white hair comparable only to Einstein's, standing among the glowing screens and panels, entering programs and altering settings which Fox neither knew nor cared about. The element of surprise was essential to subdue the scientist without alarm. Fox pressed his hand against the vent, gauging from the resistance that it would not break silently or quickly. Reorienting himself, he pressed his feet against the grating and slammed with all his power.
As he swiftly slid out of the vent the scientist stared, dumbstruck with a look of shock across his face. Before the man could recover Fox spun him around, restraining his arms with his left hand while silencing him by holding his mouth shut. "MRRrrrrrrrrrmph!" the man gave a muffled scream, terror now fully realized in his eyes through his goggles and sweat beading on his forehead.
"Quiet." Fox said in a calm yet strong tone. "Or you will regret it. No one has to lose their head." He drew his machete from its sheath, holding the cold blade to the man's neck. Evidently the man did not realize his hands had been freed. "What's your name?" Fox demanded, but the man could only answer with a whimper.
"What's you NAME!" he thrust his foot behind the man's knee, causing him to crumple to the floor, his head slamming against a nearby locker. In fear he scrambled away until his back was pressed tight against the locker, a moist stain expanding quickly on his pants. He trembled uncontrollably, failing to register the urine on his trousers. "Argh! Okay! Okay!" the man sputtered, "Madnar! My Name… Dr. Drago Pettrovitch Madnar."
"You're the man responsible for the new weapon?" Fox stated more than questioned, drawing out his silenced pistol and taking aim at the man's head.
"No! No please don't kill me! I do this only because I must!... Please! They've got my daughter Ellen! *sobs*. I would have deserted ages ago were it not for my poor Ellen being held by those vagrants!" The man broke down into sobs and incoherent Russian, tears streaming from his eyes. Fox turned his codec dial to "SEND", "Did you get that Boss?"
*140.85* "Yes I did. This will comp*Static*e things. Can he speak cle*Static*ough to tell you what they're building?" The radio began to crackle with static, but Fox was too busy looking at the dark silhouette of the titan machine he had been too preoccupied to notice before. Memories of FOX's revolt flooded back to him, of Gene and his 'Army's Heaven'. The hulking machine which had promised Armageddon nearly twenty years ago was back.
He was so stunned he could barely whisper the words, "M-Metal Gear…." before the static dominated the transceiver.
The cold tip of a gun barrel dug itself into the back of Gray Fox's skull, shaking him out of his awe and back into reality. "Careful tiger.." a woman's voice purred a warning from behind, "It'd be a shame for you to miss your appointment with the Commander. No one has to lose their head."
AUTHOR'S NOTE – In my writing limbo all my ideas for one of my fictions The Exploits of Philanthropy crash and burn, so I decided to take out my frustrations by writing this, my own novelization of Metal Gear 1. Although The ones already on this site have their own merits and some scenes which I do not think I will be able to top, it is my opinion (I repeat: my opinion) that they do not conform with some of the plotlines that made the original game so good. Of course mine will not, and alas, can never be perfect, I am going to strive to make it the very best I can.