Touchstone
10-18-2006, 12:45 AM
So I'm aware Ground Zero wasn't exactly my best shot here, lol, so I thought that maybe I'd give a shot with Metal Gear Solid: Liberation. It's actually a sequal to another story, which almost everyone I've shown it to, enjoyed, but it too is script like, so I'd probably get booed off stage here. :-P
So to really understand the story, I may have to post that, but you can still enjoy this one without it.
When you fight for a cause, you must always ensure yourself that your cause is worth fighting. If you fight for something, that you, yourself question, then your motives, your causes, your beliefs, are nothing worth risking your life for. These are things my father, and myself have always believed in. Big Boss was betrayed by the very thing he constantly put his neck out on the line for, his government, and as a result, look at what he’s become. I on the other hand, actually DO fight for my country. One thing Big Boss couldn’t understand was that a country isn’t signified by its’ government, it’s the people. The people that live in this country are what make it worth putting my life on the line all the time, and that is something I will NEVER forget, and even if I didn’t actually face Big Boss back at Korydalos, I knew that he still understood what I believed in, and where ever he and that bastard Ocelot are, I WILL find them someday, that’s a promise...
Metal Gear Solid: Liberation
Chapter One: Legends Must Live On...
We never could have actually predicted how the public would react with the Patriots going public, but was certainly chaotic, in one word or the other. The Patriots took over the media, and made their presence known through several regions within Russia and in the U.S. People became frightened, believing in the supernatural, and becoming afraid of what the Patriots were capable of. It didn’t make sense to me, either, I mean, the Patriots were about censorship, why would they resort to causing pandemonium like this? I mean, they began cutting off everyones regular television broadcasts, or radio channels, and saying that this economy is one of mindless animals, who thrive on chaos, and that we had no right to live.
In a sense, I am to blame, because at Korydalos, I allowed myself to fall for Smoke’s damn act. I mean, it’s obvious that he was the spy that managed to get Second Skin to the Patriots, since everyone else was dead, and I personally made sure of that, he’s the only one who I thought I could relate to, and pity. No matter, I’ll get back at him sooner or later, but for now, we just have to carry on with our mission. We were already on our way to the Sahara desert on a massive Foxhound carrier plane, where the Patriot’s base of operations lurked. Our geographical data on the base is that it is by far, larger then anything we’ve ever infiltrated. Three times as big as Korydalos, and even more defense then Outer Heaven. It’s like a separate section of the world. There are several bunkers located around the area. Sleep may not be in question since entering such a massive base would take far longer then a day.
The Colonel came into the briefing room and handed one of the carrier pilots a case. The pilot then walked over to me and my team, and handed us all our sonar radars, while the Colonel continued to brief us. “Snake, remember, this is where we make our stand, we show the Patriots once and for all that we aren’t a virus, and that we choose whether we live or not. All of you are equally responsible for the well being of your teammates, and they have an entire army at their disposal. We have an army as well, but we aren’t disposable, you have to keep in mind that this is still a stealth mission. There are other soldiers in the Sahara still at war with the Patriots at their head base, use any opportunity you can find to take them out.” We all listened in, and I simply nodded at Roy, then he said, ”And Snake, we still don’t know what they did with Second Skin. Raiden said it was obvious that they’d used all of it’s power before stripping it apart, and tossing it in the desert. What we don’t know is what they did with it, namely who they used it on.” Then I said, “Could it have been that woman?” He said no, my guess was she had no purpose left to the Patriots. Then Tyler came in and began to lay out what our equipment was like.
”Okay team, remember, at the drop zone, is a small armory which we’ve set up for you, since you’re parachuting down. Equipment is as followed, silenced socoms, fitted with 12 clips a piece, so don’t get too trigger happy. Frag equipped M16’s, fitted with suppressors, and 10 clips, and access cards to the main corridors of the Patriot base.”
“I thought Foxhound procedure was procure on sight weaponry?”
“Times have changed, Snake, you’ll still need to procure your weapons, but you need to be fitted with the proper gear on this one. And remember, when reaching the drop point, release the strap on your parachute, and roll down onto the soft landing gear we’ve placed for you, and for your new Foxhound issued suits, I’ll leave our suit creator to lay down for you, come on in, Otacon.”
“Thank you, Tyler. Remember, it is vital that we shut down the Patriots once and for all. Doing so is nowhere near the ranks of an easy task. They’ve fitted themselves with technology that’s about as advanced as you can get, and are more then willing to use it against us. You’re suits are all fitted with a central sensor system which can sense danger nearby, and will respond faster to your movements then you can. It’s also fitted with a rather dense yet extremely flexible rubber exterior. This can deflect most bullets from long range, minus SVD or any sniper round, but be careful in close range.”
“Otacon, do we have any leads as to who’s currently operation as the Patriot commander?”
“Their leader is a man that goes under the codename of Spectator.”
“Because he’s been spectating his ultimate plan of attack for the Patriots?”
“That’s what I would’ve concluded, Snake.”
”And you’re sure he’s not anyone I might be familiar with?”
“Absolutely, here’s a picture of him.”
“Appearances aren’t always as they seem, Otacon, you know that. I didn’t know Phoenix was Liquid due to his appearance, or that Ross was my clone due to appearance.”
”Fine, but he doesn’t know you, Snake. He doesn’t seem to have any data on our people, or anything like that.”
“So then Scorpion wasn’t kidding back at Korydalos, they really have weakened, haven’t they?”
“Far from it, Snake, if anything, the Patriots have become more powerful. Their defenses are incredible, the basic soldier body armor is almost as powerful as yours, and their Metal Gears are-”
“Metal Gear? It’s been spotted?”
“Yes, their Metal GEARS have been spotted on the Sahara mountains several times, launching cluster missiles at nearby enemy bases, namely ours, so we’re stuck with a base as far away from the Patriot base as possible. It’s codename is Metal Gear Arachnid.”
“Arachnid?”
“You mean Metal Gear’s a spider?”
“That’s correct Doberman, an eight legged walking doomsday device.”
“How many do they have?”
“God knows...they mass produced Metal Gear this time.”
“Jesus...what if they sick them on us?”
“Calm down Hawk, our arsenal is great enough so that we can take each damn Metal Gear they sick at us.”
”Snake’s right, but I have to warn you all, each Metal Gear is fitted with one Nuclear ICBM each, and a limited supply of missiles and plasma for their lasers, then, they can still stomp you flat with their eight legs. So use that to your advantage if you come across any Metal Gears.”
”And remember team, you’re working with a pro this time, my dear friend Solid Snake will be leading this team to the victory over the Patriots. And remember Snake, the Patriots are armed with every single possible piece of weaponry you can think of, and the forces in the area which are non-Patriot units, are still enemies, avoid contact, but if necessary, take them out.”
As far as we knew, the Saharan forces outside the Patriot base are just like us, against everything the Patriots stand for, and want them dead. But if the get in our way, I will have no problem taking them out. "You sure there won't be another way to get around the Saharans?" said Doberman, so I responded by saying, "If we come across them, and they start attacking us, then no." He simply nodded in agreement as the Colonel opened our plane's hatch, and wished us luck while we all jumped out of the plane one by one. This will be the most difficult mission I've ever endured.
So to really understand the story, I may have to post that, but you can still enjoy this one without it.
When you fight for a cause, you must always ensure yourself that your cause is worth fighting. If you fight for something, that you, yourself question, then your motives, your causes, your beliefs, are nothing worth risking your life for. These are things my father, and myself have always believed in. Big Boss was betrayed by the very thing he constantly put his neck out on the line for, his government, and as a result, look at what he’s become. I on the other hand, actually DO fight for my country. One thing Big Boss couldn’t understand was that a country isn’t signified by its’ government, it’s the people. The people that live in this country are what make it worth putting my life on the line all the time, and that is something I will NEVER forget, and even if I didn’t actually face Big Boss back at Korydalos, I knew that he still understood what I believed in, and where ever he and that bastard Ocelot are, I WILL find them someday, that’s a promise...
Metal Gear Solid: Liberation
Chapter One: Legends Must Live On...
We never could have actually predicted how the public would react with the Patriots going public, but was certainly chaotic, in one word or the other. The Patriots took over the media, and made their presence known through several regions within Russia and in the U.S. People became frightened, believing in the supernatural, and becoming afraid of what the Patriots were capable of. It didn’t make sense to me, either, I mean, the Patriots were about censorship, why would they resort to causing pandemonium like this? I mean, they began cutting off everyones regular television broadcasts, or radio channels, and saying that this economy is one of mindless animals, who thrive on chaos, and that we had no right to live.
In a sense, I am to blame, because at Korydalos, I allowed myself to fall for Smoke’s damn act. I mean, it’s obvious that he was the spy that managed to get Second Skin to the Patriots, since everyone else was dead, and I personally made sure of that, he’s the only one who I thought I could relate to, and pity. No matter, I’ll get back at him sooner or later, but for now, we just have to carry on with our mission. We were already on our way to the Sahara desert on a massive Foxhound carrier plane, where the Patriot’s base of operations lurked. Our geographical data on the base is that it is by far, larger then anything we’ve ever infiltrated. Three times as big as Korydalos, and even more defense then Outer Heaven. It’s like a separate section of the world. There are several bunkers located around the area. Sleep may not be in question since entering such a massive base would take far longer then a day.
The Colonel came into the briefing room and handed one of the carrier pilots a case. The pilot then walked over to me and my team, and handed us all our sonar radars, while the Colonel continued to brief us. “Snake, remember, this is where we make our stand, we show the Patriots once and for all that we aren’t a virus, and that we choose whether we live or not. All of you are equally responsible for the well being of your teammates, and they have an entire army at their disposal. We have an army as well, but we aren’t disposable, you have to keep in mind that this is still a stealth mission. There are other soldiers in the Sahara still at war with the Patriots at their head base, use any opportunity you can find to take them out.” We all listened in, and I simply nodded at Roy, then he said, ”And Snake, we still don’t know what they did with Second Skin. Raiden said it was obvious that they’d used all of it’s power before stripping it apart, and tossing it in the desert. What we don’t know is what they did with it, namely who they used it on.” Then I said, “Could it have been that woman?” He said no, my guess was she had no purpose left to the Patriots. Then Tyler came in and began to lay out what our equipment was like.
”Okay team, remember, at the drop zone, is a small armory which we’ve set up for you, since you’re parachuting down. Equipment is as followed, silenced socoms, fitted with 12 clips a piece, so don’t get too trigger happy. Frag equipped M16’s, fitted with suppressors, and 10 clips, and access cards to the main corridors of the Patriot base.”
“I thought Foxhound procedure was procure on sight weaponry?”
“Times have changed, Snake, you’ll still need to procure your weapons, but you need to be fitted with the proper gear on this one. And remember, when reaching the drop point, release the strap on your parachute, and roll down onto the soft landing gear we’ve placed for you, and for your new Foxhound issued suits, I’ll leave our suit creator to lay down for you, come on in, Otacon.”
“Thank you, Tyler. Remember, it is vital that we shut down the Patriots once and for all. Doing so is nowhere near the ranks of an easy task. They’ve fitted themselves with technology that’s about as advanced as you can get, and are more then willing to use it against us. You’re suits are all fitted with a central sensor system which can sense danger nearby, and will respond faster to your movements then you can. It’s also fitted with a rather dense yet extremely flexible rubber exterior. This can deflect most bullets from long range, minus SVD or any sniper round, but be careful in close range.”
“Otacon, do we have any leads as to who’s currently operation as the Patriot commander?”
“Their leader is a man that goes under the codename of Spectator.”
“Because he’s been spectating his ultimate plan of attack for the Patriots?”
“That’s what I would’ve concluded, Snake.”
”And you’re sure he’s not anyone I might be familiar with?”
“Absolutely, here’s a picture of him.”
“Appearances aren’t always as they seem, Otacon, you know that. I didn’t know Phoenix was Liquid due to his appearance, or that Ross was my clone due to appearance.”
”Fine, but he doesn’t know you, Snake. He doesn’t seem to have any data on our people, or anything like that.”
“So then Scorpion wasn’t kidding back at Korydalos, they really have weakened, haven’t they?”
“Far from it, Snake, if anything, the Patriots have become more powerful. Their defenses are incredible, the basic soldier body armor is almost as powerful as yours, and their Metal Gears are-”
“Metal Gear? It’s been spotted?”
“Yes, their Metal GEARS have been spotted on the Sahara mountains several times, launching cluster missiles at nearby enemy bases, namely ours, so we’re stuck with a base as far away from the Patriot base as possible. It’s codename is Metal Gear Arachnid.”
“Arachnid?”
“You mean Metal Gear’s a spider?”
“That’s correct Doberman, an eight legged walking doomsday device.”
“How many do they have?”
“God knows...they mass produced Metal Gear this time.”
“Jesus...what if they sick them on us?”
“Calm down Hawk, our arsenal is great enough so that we can take each damn Metal Gear they sick at us.”
”Snake’s right, but I have to warn you all, each Metal Gear is fitted with one Nuclear ICBM each, and a limited supply of missiles and plasma for their lasers, then, they can still stomp you flat with their eight legs. So use that to your advantage if you come across any Metal Gears.”
”And remember team, you’re working with a pro this time, my dear friend Solid Snake will be leading this team to the victory over the Patriots. And remember Snake, the Patriots are armed with every single possible piece of weaponry you can think of, and the forces in the area which are non-Patriot units, are still enemies, avoid contact, but if necessary, take them out.”
As far as we knew, the Saharan forces outside the Patriot base are just like us, against everything the Patriots stand for, and want them dead. But if the get in our way, I will have no problem taking them out. "You sure there won't be another way to get around the Saharans?" said Doberman, so I responded by saying, "If we come across them, and they start attacking us, then no." He simply nodded in agreement as the Colonel opened our plane's hatch, and wished us luck while we all jumped out of the plane one by one. This will be the most difficult mission I've ever endured.