Big Boss
Solid Snake
Psycho Mantis
Gray Fox
Liquid Snake
Revolver Ocelot
Vulcan Raven
These are just some of the many names that may appear in one's mind when thinking of the greatest soldiers on Earth. Their names alone strike fear into the hearts of many a cold, hardened warrior. Their feats seem paranormal, inhuman.
Men speak of these soldiers, of Big Boss' perfection on the battlefield, of Fox's seemingly impossible accomplishments. They recollect the stories of Liquid Snake's cunning and mental power, Raven and his inhuman, otherworldly toughness and strength (both mental and physical), and of Psycho Mantis, the psychic phenomenon. Fear strikes their hearts when Revolver Ocelot is mentioned, his quick hand giving many men nightmares, or, in most cases, instant death.
However, some speak of an even grater entity than any of these men. Some dare not speak his name aloud. His is a well-known name; even the most casual military official could write a full novel on this God among soldiers.
There has been many a tale of this man. A man who most thought to be invincible, his spirit unbreakable, his will indestructible. The man to whom five Metal Gears have fallen, thus adding to the myth of his invincibility. It's no wonder that the toughest of hearts stopped upon his presence.
This man has decimated armies single-handedly... while his will remains as strong as it ever was. Stories of men like him are habitually told to green soldiers, scaring them, convincing them to work harder. That is, however, until they came face-to-face with this deity among men. Even he had been told stories about men such as the kind that he would become.
Some say that bullets have no effect on this man's body. Many say that he has surpassed Big Boss as the "Perfect Soldier," although his were the inferior genes as a result of the Les Enfants Terribles project; his brother received the dominant solder genes from his "father," Big Boss.
Most say, as well, that he is a legend that will never die, physically and metaphysically. Few, however, know the reality behind these myths. This is a chronicle of events that may or may not reveal that reality.
Of course, one man said:
"The reality is no match for the legend"— Quote from Solid Snake
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The streets of Russia had just suffered a massive snowstorm. Inches and inches of snow, ice and frost covered the city streets and sidewalks. A blackout had also just occurred, with the only light from the sliver of moonlight high in the sky, the city drowned in darkness. However, there were no cars speeding by on the streets and no pedestrians on the sidewalks. But, outside of the city, over a remote military base in the middle of nowhere, a chopper carried two men through the sub-zero temperatures.
One man wore an all white sneaking suit and a bulletproof vest of the same color. His custom bandana, blue in color, kept his seemingly always-messy brown hair in place. On his face was an expressionless look, as always. One look at this man could tell you that he was the hero who had saved the world from Metal Gear a total of five times. This man was a legend among legends, known only by his codename, Solid Snake. Snake's silenced Beretta M92F, which also doubled as a tranquilizer gun, was strapped into its holster on his hip. Several fragmentation and chaff grenades found their way into small packets on Snake's vest. A combat knife's hilt extended out of a holster on Snake's left hip, ready to be drawn if needed. Snake also never went without one thing on these missions: cigarettes.
The second man appeared to be civilian, the chopper's pilot. He had medium length, brown hair and a pair of small spectacles that continually slid down his nose. He was Snake's partner, Hal Emmerich, better known as "Otacon". He gave himself the codename, after the Otaku Anime Convention, a show that occurs in Japan every year. Hal would dare not miss it, for he had, in Snake's opinion, an "unhealthy" affinity for Japanese anime. Snake and Otacon first met at Shadow Moses, where Snake saved Otacon from Frank Jaeger, codenamed Gray Fox, one of the best soldiers to ever fight on behalf Fox-Hound. Otacon and Snake were the best of friends, but he hated the fact that Snake smoked.
"Snake, those cigarettes are gonna catch up to you one day," said Otacon.
"Only if these damn missions don't catch up to me first," Snake replied. "I'm freezing in below zero temperatures in a cramped helicopter that's soaring above the middle of nowhere. Not exactly my idea of a good time."
Otacon knew that Snake was putting on an act, however. He knew Snake, and he knew that he would do anything for the good of innocent people.
"You want one?" Snake offered a cigarette to Otacon, only half-joking.
Otacon didn't say anything, only concentrating on piloting the chopper.
"Alright, your loss." Snake took another puff, and blew the smoke out of the open chopper door.
"Alright, Snake, let's go over this one more time, in case you forgot. You need to infiltrate the base, avoiding any unnecessary confrontations. If I've said it once, I've said it a million times, Snake. We aren't terrorists. You cannot afford to be seen in there. The Russian Military has captured Metal Gear RAY, and you need to do everything in your power to find out what they're planning."
"The Russian Military has RAY? Why would they want it?" replied Snake before taking another puff of his cigarette.
"No clue," said Otacon from the pilot's seat. "I only know this because of Russian Military messages that I intercepted. Couldn't get much more on it, though. You need to find where it is, and destroy it by any means necessary."
Snake did not show it, but he was flaring on the inside at the sound of that name: "The Patriots." This was an organization that had tried to kill him numerous times, but couldn't ever seem to do just that. It was Snake's personal job to make sure that they never did.
Snake looked out of the chopper through his scope, and spotted a large building with several cranes and barrels surrounding it. The base was not very high, but it was reasonably wide. Several other smaller buildings also surrounded it.
"Is that it, Otacon?" asked Snake.
"Yeah," said Otacon.
"Where should I land? The roof?"
"No can do. The roof is wired with anti-personnel sensors. If you so much as step on the roof, every alarm in the building will go off. You need to jump. HALO. I'll get as close as possible." Otacon then hovered a good fifteen thousand feet above the base.
"Wait, Snake," Otacon yelled before Snake got ready to jump. "Before I forget."
Hal tossed his partner a small device, no bigger than an average spy camera. It actually looked similar to a spy camera; a small, black, cylindrical gadget with a lens on its end. Snake's gloved hands gripped it out of the air and the soldier examined it before he asked his friend,
"And this is...?"
"It's a tool of my own invention. I call it the 'holo-cam.' What it does is emit an eerily-similar hologram of yourself; you can use it to fool your enemies, but remember... you can only use it once. So make sure that it's put to good use when you do."
"Will do," Snake told Hal as he placed the "Holo-cam" into an empty pocket on his vest.
Snake then stood and ventured to the front of the door, slipped on his oxygen mask, made sure his parachute was secured, and prepared for deployment, a HALO (High Altitude, Low Opening) jump. He would jump from the plane, then open the parachute at an estimated five hundred or one thousand feet above the ground. If he opened the parachute any earlier, he'd be a sitting duck, floating toward the base, an easy target for enemy sentries. If he opened it any later, he crash to the ground with an impact so hard that he would likely break his legs, so timing was key.
"On my command, Snake!" Otacon then waited about three seconds, making sure he had good position. "Go!"
With that, Snake leapt from the chopper. He gradually built up speed, diving with his upper body facing the ground, the way all military skydivers are deployed. His bandana was whipped up from the force of the wind; he could feel the bitter cold biting against his skin like sandpaper.
He approximated his descent speed, and, when he decided that he was about five hundred feet from his landing, he pulled the cord on his parachute, and it opened up, slowing his fall. He had calculated right, and he landed in the snow hard, but not too hard. A slight pain shot up his legs, but he shook it off. He took off his oxygen mask and laid it on the ground. He then took out his scope and looked toward the base, and saw four sentries guarding the door, two standing stationary in front of the door, two patrolling on the sides, and most likely one patrolling in the back. He decided to contact Otacon via codec; hopefully, he could help. The codec was truly a perfect innovation for stealth missions like these; it was a means of communication between two people at a time, using a sound receiver located in the inner ear. This made it impossible for anyone but the users to hear the conversation.
"Otacon, here, Snake. What's up?"
"There's no way I'm getting in there undetected. Any ideas?"
"Hold on," said Otacon. There was a short pause; silence. Then, "Here you go, Snake. There's a vent on the right side of the main base that you can go through that leads to an elevator. Try that."
"Thanks, Otacon. Snake out." He faced that side of the base so that he'd be able to go straight there after planning his entry. He crouched down slightly and walked slowly towards the base. He could not hear his own footsteps, even with his acute soldier hearing.
He stopped walking just out of sight of the enemy and watched the sentry on the right side. His route wasn't very complex, just a patrol on the side of the base, walking back and forth, repetitively. Snake waited, and ventured towards the base as soon as the guard turned around. He went behind him, looking for the vent at the same time. He saw it, but it had a cover, and it was about eight and a half feet above the ground, and Snake was around 6'1". He'd have to take out the sentry before going in. He snuck up behind him, treading softly, like an actual snake stalks its victim.
Suddenly, he struck, grabbing the sentry's arm and turning him around. The enemy was startled; he let out a short gasp. Snake grabbed his AKs-74u with his left hand and held it down, and used his right hand to first punch the enemy in the face with a right hook, and then deliver a straight punch; he could just about hear the bones in the guard's nose cracking in two... or three... or more.
Snake then disarmed the enemy by giving the soldier a fierce blow, taking the guard's assault rifle out of his hands, and forcing it diagonally down onto the guard's skull. The butt of the gun smacked against his cranium, immediately knocking the guard to the ground. The enemy fell in the snow, unconscious, and Snake could see the blood leaking from the enemy's face, discoloring the black balaclava.
Snake held on to the AK as he made his way to the gate so that the guard couldn't find it when and if he regained his consciousness.
Snake moved on to the vent and jumped up, grabbing the cover, his gloved fingers fitting in between the spaces of the gate-like cover. He hung above the ground, trying to rip it off. Nothing doing, however, as Snake's attempts failed. He then, ever resourceful, put his boots against the wall, and pushed against the wall and he came off, landing on the ground... vent cover in hand.
He threw the vent cover inside the vent, so as not to leave any clues of his presence there for any of the guards. He also tossed in the guard's AK, and then attempted to enter himself.
Snake leapt and barely managed to grab the bottom of the opening. He used his great strength to pull himself up and inside. He crawled through the ventilation system, his abdomen scraping against the metal. He continued through the series of cockroach-infested, gloomy path until he saw light, going straight up, broken up because of the spaces in the gate cover, illuminating the pitch darkness of the vent.
He looked down and saw an empty elevator, which had to be what Otacon was talking about.
Snake then unsheathed his knife and used it to chip away at the hinges on the cover. They eventually came off, and Snake gently lifted the cover up and left it in the vent. He left the AK in the vent as well and jumped down into the elevator, the impact of his boots on the tiled floor making no sound whatsoever. He then stood and looked at the keypad. It read, from top to bottom:
Roof
Floor 2 Infirmaries
Floor 1 Computer Room
Lower Level Conference Hall
B1 Storage Room
B2 Generator Room
Snake pressed the button for the Generator Room, deciding to start at the lowest level and work his way up. He didn't, however, feel the familiar 'chug, chug' of the elevator going into motion. He pressed the button again, but nothing happened. He then settled on contacting Otacon on the codec. He figured from the fact that the lights weren't on that the elevator wasn't getting any power, but now he was sure.
"Otacon, I got to the elevator, but it looks like the power's been cut off."
"Okay, Snake. Let me take a look." There was a ten second pause, as Otacon investigated.
"Umm... Snake?"
"Yeah?"
"What floor do you need to get to?"
"The Generator Room."
"And the elevator won't take you there?" asked Otacon.
Snake shook his head slightly. "No."
"Did you ever think that maybe the elevator is already in the Generator Room?"
Snake looked stunned, as if he'd been slapped. "What the hell?!"
Solid Snake
Psycho Mantis
Gray Fox
Liquid Snake
Revolver Ocelot
Vulcan Raven
These are just some of the many names that may appear in one's mind when thinking of the greatest soldiers on Earth. Their names alone strike fear into the hearts of many a cold, hardened warrior. Their feats seem paranormal, inhuman.
Men speak of these soldiers, of Big Boss' perfection on the battlefield, of Fox's seemingly impossible accomplishments. They recollect the stories of Liquid Snake's cunning and mental power, Raven and his inhuman, otherworldly toughness and strength (both mental and physical), and of Psycho Mantis, the psychic phenomenon. Fear strikes their hearts when Revolver Ocelot is mentioned, his quick hand giving many men nightmares, or, in most cases, instant death.
However, some speak of an even grater entity than any of these men. Some dare not speak his name aloud. His is a well-known name; even the most casual military official could write a full novel on this God among soldiers.
There has been many a tale of this man. A man who most thought to be invincible, his spirit unbreakable, his will indestructible. The man to whom five Metal Gears have fallen, thus adding to the myth of his invincibility. It's no wonder that the toughest of hearts stopped upon his presence.
This man has decimated armies single-handedly... while his will remains as strong as it ever was. Stories of men like him are habitually told to green soldiers, scaring them, convincing them to work harder. That is, however, until they came face-to-face with this deity among men. Even he had been told stories about men such as the kind that he would become.
Some say that bullets have no effect on this man's body. Many say that he has surpassed Big Boss as the "Perfect Soldier," although his were the inferior genes as a result of the Les Enfants Terribles project; his brother received the dominant solder genes from his "father," Big Boss.
Most say, as well, that he is a legend that will never die, physically and metaphysically. Few, however, know the reality behind these myths. This is a chronicle of events that may or may not reveal that reality.
Of course, one man said:
"The reality is no match for the legend"— Quote from Solid Snake
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
The streets of Russia had just suffered a massive snowstorm. Inches and inches of snow, ice and frost covered the city streets and sidewalks. A blackout had also just occurred, with the only light from the sliver of moonlight high in the sky, the city drowned in darkness. However, there were no cars speeding by on the streets and no pedestrians on the sidewalks. But, outside of the city, over a remote military base in the middle of nowhere, a chopper carried two men through the sub-zero temperatures.
One man wore an all white sneaking suit and a bulletproof vest of the same color. His custom bandana, blue in color, kept his seemingly always-messy brown hair in place. On his face was an expressionless look, as always. One look at this man could tell you that he was the hero who had saved the world from Metal Gear a total of five times. This man was a legend among legends, known only by his codename, Solid Snake. Snake's silenced Beretta M92F, which also doubled as a tranquilizer gun, was strapped into its holster on his hip. Several fragmentation and chaff grenades found their way into small packets on Snake's vest. A combat knife's hilt extended out of a holster on Snake's left hip, ready to be drawn if needed. Snake also never went without one thing on these missions: cigarettes.
The second man appeared to be civilian, the chopper's pilot. He had medium length, brown hair and a pair of small spectacles that continually slid down his nose. He was Snake's partner, Hal Emmerich, better known as "Otacon". He gave himself the codename, after the Otaku Anime Convention, a show that occurs in Japan every year. Hal would dare not miss it, for he had, in Snake's opinion, an "unhealthy" affinity for Japanese anime. Snake and Otacon first met at Shadow Moses, where Snake saved Otacon from Frank Jaeger, codenamed Gray Fox, one of the best soldiers to ever fight on behalf Fox-Hound. Otacon and Snake were the best of friends, but he hated the fact that Snake smoked.
"Snake, those cigarettes are gonna catch up to you one day," said Otacon.
"Only if these damn missions don't catch up to me first," Snake replied. "I'm freezing in below zero temperatures in a cramped helicopter that's soaring above the middle of nowhere. Not exactly my idea of a good time."
Otacon knew that Snake was putting on an act, however. He knew Snake, and he knew that he would do anything for the good of innocent people.
"You want one?" Snake offered a cigarette to Otacon, only half-joking.
Otacon didn't say anything, only concentrating on piloting the chopper.
"Alright, your loss." Snake took another puff, and blew the smoke out of the open chopper door.
"Alright, Snake, let's go over this one more time, in case you forgot. You need to infiltrate the base, avoiding any unnecessary confrontations. If I've said it once, I've said it a million times, Snake. We aren't terrorists. You cannot afford to be seen in there. The Russian Military has captured Metal Gear RAY, and you need to do everything in your power to find out what they're planning."
"The Russian Military has RAY? Why would they want it?" replied Snake before taking another puff of his cigarette.
"No clue," said Otacon from the pilot's seat. "I only know this because of Russian Military messages that I intercepted. Couldn't get much more on it, though. You need to find where it is, and destroy it by any means necessary."
Snake did not show it, but he was flaring on the inside at the sound of that name: "The Patriots." This was an organization that had tried to kill him numerous times, but couldn't ever seem to do just that. It was Snake's personal job to make sure that they never did.
Snake looked out of the chopper through his scope, and spotted a large building with several cranes and barrels surrounding it. The base was not very high, but it was reasonably wide. Several other smaller buildings also surrounded it.
"Is that it, Otacon?" asked Snake.
"Yeah," said Otacon.
"Where should I land? The roof?"
"No can do. The roof is wired with anti-personnel sensors. If you so much as step on the roof, every alarm in the building will go off. You need to jump. HALO. I'll get as close as possible." Otacon then hovered a good fifteen thousand feet above the base.
"Wait, Snake," Otacon yelled before Snake got ready to jump. "Before I forget."
Hal tossed his partner a small device, no bigger than an average spy camera. It actually looked similar to a spy camera; a small, black, cylindrical gadget with a lens on its end. Snake's gloved hands gripped it out of the air and the soldier examined it before he asked his friend,
"And this is...?"
"It's a tool of my own invention. I call it the 'holo-cam.' What it does is emit an eerily-similar hologram of yourself; you can use it to fool your enemies, but remember... you can only use it once. So make sure that it's put to good use when you do."
"Will do," Snake told Hal as he placed the "Holo-cam" into an empty pocket on his vest.
Snake then stood and ventured to the front of the door, slipped on his oxygen mask, made sure his parachute was secured, and prepared for deployment, a HALO (High Altitude, Low Opening) jump. He would jump from the plane, then open the parachute at an estimated five hundred or one thousand feet above the ground. If he opened the parachute any earlier, he'd be a sitting duck, floating toward the base, an easy target for enemy sentries. If he opened it any later, he crash to the ground with an impact so hard that he would likely break his legs, so timing was key.
"On my command, Snake!" Otacon then waited about three seconds, making sure he had good position. "Go!"
With that, Snake leapt from the chopper. He gradually built up speed, diving with his upper body facing the ground, the way all military skydivers are deployed. His bandana was whipped up from the force of the wind; he could feel the bitter cold biting against his skin like sandpaper.
He approximated his descent speed, and, when he decided that he was about five hundred feet from his landing, he pulled the cord on his parachute, and it opened up, slowing his fall. He had calculated right, and he landed in the snow hard, but not too hard. A slight pain shot up his legs, but he shook it off. He took off his oxygen mask and laid it on the ground. He then took out his scope and looked toward the base, and saw four sentries guarding the door, two standing stationary in front of the door, two patrolling on the sides, and most likely one patrolling in the back. He decided to contact Otacon via codec; hopefully, he could help. The codec was truly a perfect innovation for stealth missions like these; it was a means of communication between two people at a time, using a sound receiver located in the inner ear. This made it impossible for anyone but the users to hear the conversation.
"Otacon, here, Snake. What's up?"
"There's no way I'm getting in there undetected. Any ideas?"
"Hold on," said Otacon. There was a short pause; silence. Then, "Here you go, Snake. There's a vent on the right side of the main base that you can go through that leads to an elevator. Try that."
"Thanks, Otacon. Snake out." He faced that side of the base so that he'd be able to go straight there after planning his entry. He crouched down slightly and walked slowly towards the base. He could not hear his own footsteps, even with his acute soldier hearing.
He stopped walking just out of sight of the enemy and watched the sentry on the right side. His route wasn't very complex, just a patrol on the side of the base, walking back and forth, repetitively. Snake waited, and ventured towards the base as soon as the guard turned around. He went behind him, looking for the vent at the same time. He saw it, but it had a cover, and it was about eight and a half feet above the ground, and Snake was around 6'1". He'd have to take out the sentry before going in. He snuck up behind him, treading softly, like an actual snake stalks its victim.
Suddenly, he struck, grabbing the sentry's arm and turning him around. The enemy was startled; he let out a short gasp. Snake grabbed his AKs-74u with his left hand and held it down, and used his right hand to first punch the enemy in the face with a right hook, and then deliver a straight punch; he could just about hear the bones in the guard's nose cracking in two... or three... or more.
Snake then disarmed the enemy by giving the soldier a fierce blow, taking the guard's assault rifle out of his hands, and forcing it diagonally down onto the guard's skull. The butt of the gun smacked against his cranium, immediately knocking the guard to the ground. The enemy fell in the snow, unconscious, and Snake could see the blood leaking from the enemy's face, discoloring the black balaclava.
Snake held on to the AK as he made his way to the gate so that the guard couldn't find it when and if he regained his consciousness.
Snake moved on to the vent and jumped up, grabbing the cover, his gloved fingers fitting in between the spaces of the gate-like cover. He hung above the ground, trying to rip it off. Nothing doing, however, as Snake's attempts failed. He then, ever resourceful, put his boots against the wall, and pushed against the wall and he came off, landing on the ground... vent cover in hand.
He threw the vent cover inside the vent, so as not to leave any clues of his presence there for any of the guards. He also tossed in the guard's AK, and then attempted to enter himself.
Snake leapt and barely managed to grab the bottom of the opening. He used his great strength to pull himself up and inside. He crawled through the ventilation system, his abdomen scraping against the metal. He continued through the series of cockroach-infested, gloomy path until he saw light, going straight up, broken up because of the spaces in the gate cover, illuminating the pitch darkness of the vent.
He looked down and saw an empty elevator, which had to be what Otacon was talking about.
Snake then unsheathed his knife and used it to chip away at the hinges on the cover. They eventually came off, and Snake gently lifted the cover up and left it in the vent. He left the AK in the vent as well and jumped down into the elevator, the impact of his boots on the tiled floor making no sound whatsoever. He then stood and looked at the keypad. It read, from top to bottom:
Roof
Floor 2 Infirmaries
Floor 1 Computer Room
Lower Level Conference Hall
B1 Storage Room
B2 Generator Room
Snake pressed the button for the Generator Room, deciding to start at the lowest level and work his way up. He didn't, however, feel the familiar 'chug, chug' of the elevator going into motion. He pressed the button again, but nothing happened. He then settled on contacting Otacon on the codec. He figured from the fact that the lights weren't on that the elevator wasn't getting any power, but now he was sure.
"Otacon, I got to the elevator, but it looks like the power's been cut off."
"Okay, Snake. Let me take a look." There was a ten second pause, as Otacon investigated.
"Umm... Snake?"
"Yeah?"
"What floor do you need to get to?"
"The Generator Room."
"And the elevator won't take you there?" asked Otacon.
Snake shook his head slightly. "No."
"Did you ever think that maybe the elevator is already in the Generator Room?"
Snake looked stunned, as if he'd been slapped. "What the hell?!"