Jetstream Emblem By Serpenti

So this is the afterlife? Can't say I'm too surprised with what I've been given.

Jetstream Sam. Full name, Samuel Rodrigues. A, for every sense of the word, kiler. One of the Winds of Destruction. He was a vigilante in Brazil before becoming a part of the forces of Desperado, the group in which he met the other winds. However, out of them, he only had one comrade he trusted, and that was the American, Sundowner.

Then there was that kid... Raiden, that was his codename. His real name was Jack, as he was best known, Jack the Ripper. He was glad that when he and Raiden fought, Raiden had accepted who he was. He felt no shame at being killed by him, as he was about as worthy as they come.

The battle between the two was amazing. Swords clashed, sparks flew, blood was spilt, it was exhilirating! The final was dealt, and Jacks blade cut across his chest. He knew the cut was fatal, and accepted with a smile.

But the fact the fact that he still felt... alive, was off putting.

Aren't I dead?

No dear Samuel, you are stuck in between realms.

Whoever that voice is... She sounded beautiful. The way her voice seems so soothing was a bit of a jolt to the hardened killer. He wasn't one to be caught off guard, and when he is, it irks him to no end.

Well that sounds nice, whoever you are, but who the hell are you?

Yes, despite being dead, Sam wasn't one to not be a bastard. Any authority never sat well with him, but he understood the necessity for it.

"Peace, I mean you no ill will. I simply wish to ask something of you."

Sams dark vision was suddenly brightened as a light seemed to pierce through the empty void of nothing. He tried to look down at his body, but his head refused to look away from the amazing sight before him.

A woman. Not just any woman, she was a knockout. She would make Mistral look downright hideous compared to her. He held no infatuation for the Frenchwoman, but he would not deny her looks.

But whoever this lady is, she was beyond words. With Green hair(of all colors...), a sort of red dress that while wasn't too revealing, yet left nothing to the imagination, with eyes that seemed to capture his attention.

Well. This was not something I would expect in my... un-life time.

Yes, he still felt his sarcasm. And despite it, that seemed to elicit a giggle from the woman.

"You seem surprised, warrior. And thank you for those compliments." She smiled gently

Well then you're quite welcome. So, what exactly is your name?

"I am Naga, and I want to give you something. A chance to start anew in a world that would accept your ideals, your means, you honor." That grabbed Samuels attention almost immediately. Just what was she playing at…?

Well. Not that it doesn't sound enticing… Naga. But what exactly do you mean? I doubt you're doing this out of the kindness of your heart. A killer like me, I have no regrets with how I lived. A second chance isn't something I care for.

Samuel was a blunt man. That much was certain.

Naga had a sad smile on her face, which only served to confuse the swordsman. "Unfortunately, you are right. Normally, I would not bend such forces as sometimes it can have unforeseen consequences. But…" She looked away with slight shame, "I truly wish to save the world under my care… I do not wish for one of its timelines in one of the planes to happen. It is too cruel for such a thing."

Sam paused for a moment. This was quite strange. A goddess was pretty much begging him to help her world along with a path that saved it.

Once again, not something he ever expected in his un-life.

He sighed, somehow.

Well, when you put it like that, it's rather hard to refuse such a request. What do you want me to do?

Naga had paused for a moment, "You… you truly wish to help? If you wish to pass on, I do not fault you. I would not wish this upon anyone. Having to live a second life, having already passed on from-"

Sheesh, you like to lay it on thick, don't you? I don't mind jumping into whatever your world is and helping out. After all… people do call me my father's son for a reason. If you got a problem, I'd be more than happy to cut a few people open to protect the less fortunate souls.

The greenhaired goddess was taken aback by Samuel interrupting her, but she couldn't help but smile, "I see… Thank you Samuel. You truly are a good man."

Now now, don't go spreading such rumors, heh, I have a reputation to keep after all!

Naga nodded, her smile staying upon her visage, "Very well. I am not one to throw you into the world without something you're familiar with." At that, Samuel felt like he could move again. He looked down, and saw that he had his old body back. Well, minus his Cyber-suit. To complete it, he even has his arm back!

"Well, that's certainly a plus." He said with his rather trademark smirk, "Any other tricks you have?" He asked the goddess with growing interest.

Naga nodded, "Indeed." With a wave of her hand… Samuels sword appeared before him. Samuel was actually frozen on the spot at the very sight. His fathers blade, he would wield it? But he gave it to Wolfy for safekeeping should he have died, and he was quite sure he was dead. He looked at Naga with a confused, and questioning look. "It isn't the exact blade. It is a copy." She sighed, "I understand that in your mind, it would be an insult to your fathers memory. I know I cannot replace such sentimental value. But I do not wish for you to go into the world unprepared."

And she was right, too. He was absolutely livid. This was spitting on his fathers memory, to have a copy of his blade was simply dishonorable. But… he couldn't fault her for what she did. He knew that he gave the true blade to Wolfy, and he wouldn't take that back. He sighed, and reached out and grabbed it. He felt a sudden shift on his body, and found that he was wearing leather armor similar to his Cyber-suit.

Though he was glad it wasn't as skin tight as his armor. Seriously, it really chafed at times. He didn't let it bother him, since now he'd be even lighter than before. "I know what you're trying to do, and I suppose I should thank you. So… what sort of changes did you do to the sword?"

She was silent for a moment, but nodded in thanks for not being too angry, "I could not replicate the High Frequency function it held." She blushed slightly in embarrassment, "The sciences of your world are rather confusing to me, and I did not wish to attempt something I knew nothing about. But your sheath functions just as it did last time, but it's more… magical."

Sam's eyes widened slightly at that. Magic? Well, this is getting even more interesting. "Alright, so instead of having to rely on ammunition, what exactly will I be using?"

"Magic is a much more prominent force on the world I watch over, and is studied much more than science." Sam had to grimace a bit at that. Sure, he was no genius when it came to science, but he had a lot of trust in it.

"Alright, so magic fuels my sheath, anything else?" He asked her with crossed arms. He couldn't help but feel glad that his armor looked somewhat like his old Cyber-suit. He had two large packs at his hips, great for carrying supplies. His pants were exactly as they would be if he were a civilian, while his leather shirt had metal plating on the chest and his right arm.

"Your sword is almost as it was before, but it has a slight lightning enchantment upon it." Sam drew the blade, and it still held that crimson glow to it as a reddish-orange lightning crackled on the blade. He smirked and sheathed it.

"My my, quite the gift." He strapped the sword to his hip, and looked at her, "Is that it?"

Naga simply nodded, and a white light appeared behind sam, "Yes. Now, it is time for you to head to Ylisse. Good luck Samuel."

Sam stood there for a moment, before his smirk grew as he turned towards the light and began to walk in its direction, "Call me Sam."

Without another word, a blinding white light had overtaken his vision, leaving only temporarily blind. When the vision cleared, he found that he was in an alleyway in a rather medieval looking town.

"Hm. Guess she was right…" Sam grimaced slightly, but shrugged, "Ah well. Have to make due, I suppose. Now, what did she leave me with…?" He began to inspect his bags, and found another bag inside it. Upon opening it, he found that it was a bag full of gold coins. Grinning to himself, he closed the wallet and placed it back in his bag, "Excellent. Now I'm not too helpless."

He exited the alleyway and looked around at the town before him. While it was rather medieval looking, he couldn't help but admire the way it looks. Stonework was obviously used to keep the buildings from toppling into the water. Sam guessed that they built this around a river, and was glad that people at least carried common sense. The soil, and food, must be good here. And at this moment, food sounds amazing.

He spotted a random passerby, and tapped his shoulder, "Excuse me sir, would you mind pointing me in the direction of an inn?"

The man offered a friendly smile and pointed to the west, "Yes, it would the only inn in town. It's owned by two brothers, Mick and Donald, rather friendly folks. Great food, too."

Sam paused for a moment, then chuckled, reigning in his laughter. "I see. Thanks." He gave a nod to the man, and went on his way. When he was sure that the man was gone, he began to laugh, his shoulders shaking. "Well… I did not think such a parallel would be drawn…" He said as his laughter finally died.

He opened the door to the inn, and was rather pleased at what he saw. It was something out of those fantasy novels Sam had read in his spare time. Lively, but not too lively. Just a relaxing atmosphere that Sam immediately grew to like. He walked over to the bar and knocked on it, "Excuse me, bartender? Would you mind giving me something to quench my thirst and perhaps to sate my hunger?" He asked with his playful tone.

The barkeep, a middle aged man with graying hair and a short beard gave a smile, "Of course!" He had poured sam a tankard of something, and placed it down in front of him. "But I can't exactly give you something to eat if I don't know what you want lad. Anything you'd like?"

Sam paused for a moment. He had a feeling that any meals that he knew of wouldn't exactly be around here… "How about a plain steak with a little bit of blood still in it?"

The man nodded, and went into the back, probably filling in his order. He drank what he guessed was mead and was surprised at the taste. It wasn't half bad. He shrugged and began to drink more of it.

He was actually enjoying his time here. "Certainly a quaint little town." He said quietly to himself. "Almost makes me want to settle down." He grinned slightly, "Almost."

When the bartender arrived with his steak, his grin grew bigger. It tasted perfect, the right amount of blood was still in it, and the meat was tender.

All was well. At least, until the door was kicked down and three people with rather large axes barged in yelling at people.

Well. Alright then. He was unperturbed, and continued to eat his steak. It was a welcome taste-

"Didn't you hear me!? Hand over your gold, now!" Who Sam guessed was the leader slammed the blade of his axe onto the bar top right in front of him, preventing him from reaching his steak.

Sam paused for a moment, and glared at criminal, "I was eating that, you know."

Sam must still be intimidating to people, because he could see the bandit sweat a bit, "Do you think I give a damn!? Just hand over the gold, or I'll pry it from your dead carcass!"

That got Sam going. He pressed the trigger on his sheath, and his blade erupted from its holster, the hilt slamming into the mans gut.

With the wind knocked out of him, the bandit fell to the floor gasping for air. Sam quickly caught his blade, and red electricity crackled and danced along the blade.

With a quick swipe, Sam brought the blade down on the man, severing his head completely. The blood splashed onto the floor with a satisfying squelch, bringing a smirk to Sams face.

The bandits inside the inn, surprised at the turn of events, stared in shock. Sam turned to them with his blade resting against his shoulders.

"Well? Come on, you had such bravado earlier!" He charged them, plunged his blade into the next bandits chest. He abandoned his blade for now, and ran at the next one. This bandit however was quick to regain his wits and try to bring down his axe on Sam.

Sam caught the blade between his palms, and smirked at the bandits surprised face. "Not too bright, are you?" He snarked at him, before throwing the axe to the side and threw a right hook at the bandits face and grabbing his body. With a quick spin, he threw the bandit out of the inn, and quickly grabbed his sword from the previous bandits body. He flourished the blade, ridding it of blood. He placed the sword back in its sheath, and gave a wave to the still shocked bartender and his patrons, "Sorry about the mess."

He felt a small grin at the realization that he had yet to pay for anything. 'Ah well. Can't be helped, I suppose.' He walked out lazily with his left hand resting lazily on the pommel. He wasn't surprised to see some of the town set to flames. This is like a bad start to an adventure novel…

"Haha! Burn it all! Rape the women, whatever you want boys!" Sam turned and saw another man with a sadistic gleeful smile. Sam shook his head with disgust. Sundowner was like this man… well, minus the rape part. Surprisingly enough, even Sundowner had standards.

He paused when he saw four people on the other side of the bridge across from the inn. 'Hm? Are they going against them? Maybe I should watch and see.'

And wait he did. He observed them fighting, and could tell who was support and who were the main fighters.

The man on the horse in light blue armor seemed to be dealing the most damage, along with a blue haired man with a ornate looking sword. Two women hung back, one was throwing… lightning bolts.

'Naga wasn't kidding… there's honest magic in this world. Lightning bolts no less!' Sam paused, before shrugging, "Doesn't top REX's railgun, though…" Or RAY's. Anyone would be hard pressed to out due RAY.

Besides that, he noticed that the woman that threw lightning seemed to be calling the shots, yelling orders to the others.

The girl that stayed back with her seemed rather young, but she held a staff at the ready.

It wasn't long until there was only the bandit leader left. They all stood at the ready, while the bandit held an enraged glare, "How dare you kill my men!? I'll make you all sorry!"

Maybe now would be a good time to show himself?

They all tensed, and when the bandit was about to strike down on the blue haired man, Sam had suddenly appeared between them with his sword blocking the axe. He looked between all of them with a cocky smirk, "Mind if I… cut in?"

He would not apologize for his puns. He enjoyed them too much.

"You! You're the one who killed my boys in the inn!"

Sam smirked, and pushed the bandit back, "Guilty as charged. But," He put his sword back in its sheath, with his finger hovering over the trigger, "I do not apologize for taking out trash."

The man growled, and charged at Sam. When he was upon him, Sam pressed the trigger.

To the others, everything seemed to happen in a blur. Fire erupted from his sheath, and Sam slash upwards, from his waist to his shoulder. The man suddenly froze and stared down at Sam in shock.

With a smirk, Sam kicked the man, and he split in two. "And that," he flourished his sword, flinging the blood off, "is how it's down." He sheathed the blade, and turned to the slightly put off people. He threw his arms to the side, "So, just who exactly are you wonderful folks?"

A/N: So, here it is. My very first story(On this site, anyway). I do not own Samuel Rodriguez, or anything Metal Gear, not even Fire Emblem. Just like any other fan, I wish I did though. Metal Gear, most of all.

Anyway, drop a review telling me what you think if you want, and we'll get to see just how things would work out with someone from metal gear in this wonderful world of magic!