Final Fantasy: Solid 2

Episode 1: The Tanker
The Galbadian River, two years ago. We had just recieved word that a new kind of Metal Gear was being scheduled for transport.

The whole thing stank, but our noses had been in the cold for too long…

The bridge over the newly-formed Galbadian river was as active as ever, with cars buzzing to and fro across it. In fact, even in the light emitted from the lamps and beams from the cars, people didn’t pay much attention to the dark-cloaked man standing at the side of the bridge, smoking a cigarrete.

The man put the cigarrete out, then turned his attention to the oil tanker heading his way. There didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary on it, but he knew better. He had all the information on the truth that he needed.

This was the transport for Metal Gear.

He threw off the cloak and immediately activated a stealth device, rendering him invisible. After tying a rope to both himself and the railing of the bridge, he waited for the boat to arrive. When it came within range, he jumped off.

Running along the sides of the boat, he found himself about ten feet up when the roap snapped. He hit the ground hard, damaging the stealth beyond repair.

Cursing his ill luck, Cloud stood up and called Butz.

(begin codec conversasion)
Cloud: Butz, I’m on the tanker.
Butz: How’re things over there?
Cloud: Stealth camo’s busted. Landing impact.
Butz: Guess you’ll have to do without.
Cloud: Don’t worry too much. I wasn’t planning on relying on it, anyway.
Butz: Do you remember what happened after the Frozen Continent incident? About how the disc containing Atma’s experimental results was circulated on the Black Market?
Cloud: All Irvine’s doing.
Butz: Now every country on Earth has its own version of Metal Gear. Thank God the missle didn’t get out.
Cloud: So what’s the deal with this new Metal Gear.
Butz: Apparantly it was designed as an anti-Metal Gear unit to be deployed by the Marines. Unlike the others, it can function properly underwater, making it the perfect tactical weapon in the destruction of Metal Gears.
Cloud: Of course, something will go wrong.
Butz: Your mission objective is to take pictures of the new Metal Gear, then send them directly to HQ.
Cloud: The gaurds…they’re simply wearing rain parkas and lanters. You wouldn’t suspect them to be anything but civilians from here.
Butz: With the clear view of the river the city gets, placing uniformed soldiers on the deck would be a bad idea. But that doesn’t make them any less dangerous; do NOT get caught under any circumstances.
Cloud: Remember, there’s a price on our heads.
Butz: You worry too much.
Cloud: I sure hope so.
Butz: Your equipment includes a digital camera for the pictures, and a customized M9, equipped with tranquilizer rounds. Remember, you have to reload after each shot, so be careful.

Cloud continued to listen to Butz while watching the deck. Suddenly, he saw a uniformed soldier sneak up behind an unsuspecting Marine and slit his throat. Every other marine on the ship was killed in a similar manner, then tossed overboard. Then there were the choppers, droping off even more soldiers onto the tanker. Like always, things had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

Cloud then saw someone who seemed to be the leader: an old, greyed man who just departed from a chopper. Quickly snapping a picture of the man, Cloud returned the Butz.

Butz:-and that’s when I learned that natural fibers are the best.
Cloud: Listen, the whole damn ship’s been taken over!
Butz: What?
Cloud: How many people would it take to take over a tanker this size.
Butz: Well, it’s operated by computer, so I’d say about eighteen.
Cloud: A lot more then that just got on. I’m sending you a picture of who I think is the leader; identify him for me.
Butz: Can do.
(end codec conversasion)

Cloud knocked a gaurd out with a tranquilizer, then opened a hatch leading into the tanker. After outwitting even more gaurds, he made his way to the helm of the ship.

The scene at the helm was horrifying. The corpses of dead naval officers were piled onto the controls. Blood soaked the floors, making it seem like a drying-up lake of blood. The flashing on the directional computer showed the destination: Fabul. The Metal Gear was more prepared than they had thought.

Quickly, Cloud called Butz.

(begin codec conversasion) Cloud: Butz, the gear’s headed for Fabul. Butz: It must already be ready for field testing. We’ll have to hurry on this one. Cloud: Any word yet on who’s in charge of this army? Butz: Not yet. Tifa’s sending it through the usual channels. Cloud: I’ll try to find out as much as I can. (end codec conversasion)

Cloud then heard a woman’s voice coming from outside. Through the rain, he could barely make out a young, green-haired woman wearing a military uniform similar to those worn by the terrorists. Desperate to find some information, Cloud carefully made his way outside.

The rain was unrellenting, but Cloud found shelter behind two large crates. He was able to make out the conversasion.

(script only)
???: Father, the ship is ours now. How’s Irvine doing?
Father: He’s preparing the seizure of Metal Gear. This will be a glorious day indeed, Terra.
Terra: Finally, revenge at those who destroyed our lives!
Father: Terra, leave the ship.
Terra: WHAT?!!
Father: There is an ill moon tonight; I have a bad feeling about this mission.
Terra: But…but…my loyalty is to the unit!
Father: Enough of this nonsense, Terra! Need I remind you that you are carrying my grandchild?
Terra: sighs
Father: Leave immediately. That is all.
(end script)

As soon as Terra got off the radio, Cloud jumped from behind the crates, his M9 aimed at Terra. She raised her hands in surrender, then gave up her gun. When Cloud saw the knife handle in her boot, he told her to give that up as well. When she reached for it, she activated a secret trigger in the handle.

Cloud barely dodged the bullet aimed at his head. Terra then threw the knife, but Cloud shot it out of mid-air. Terra then drew out another gun, and prepared to take Cloud head-on.

(Boss: Terra)

Terra ran behind a bunch of steel beams covered by a rain tarp, peeking out only to shoot Cloud. She wasn’t as fast, however, and Cloud easily struck her with a few darts.

She then grabbed the spotlight nearby, turned it on, and moved the beam directly into Cloud’s field of vision. She then shot two of the support ropes for the tarp, causing it to further obstruct his view.

Cloud, however, simply shot the light out and shot Terra through the tarp. She then released it completely, and used spaces between the beams to fire, but Cloud succeeded in getting a head shot.

Terra fell to the ground, unconcious but not seriously wounded.

(end boss fight)

Cloud grabbed Olga’s gun, but then noticed a floating platform with a camera on it fly nearby, take a picture of Cloud, then leave. Confused, Cloud called Butz.

(begin codec conversasion)
Cloud: Butz, I just saw a army cypher.
Butz: It’s not only that, but I got an ID for you.
Cloud: Well? Who is that guy?
Butz: Gestahl. He leads a private army now.
Cloud: First the marines, then the empire, now the army. What the hell is going on?
Butz: I don’t know. But we HAVE to get inside and finish the mission.
(end codec conversasion)

Cloud made his way to the engine room, where he dodged more soldiers than a man can count before reaching the passageway to the hold. After disposing of a guard, he found himself staring at a mess of lasers and symtex.

(begin codec conversasion)
Cloud: This looks bad. I can’t go through here. I’ll have to find another way.
Butz: There is no other way. But you CAN disarm the trap.
Cloud: How?
Butz: Use that new gun of yours to hit the control panels. You can tell what they are by the green light they emit. But let’s save first, shall we?
Butz: Tifa, now what?
Tifa: Listen, Butz, you’d better have a good reason for standing me up last night!
Butz: You’re so good when you’re drunk!
Tifa: Oh yeah? punches Butz out
Cloud: I’d better get out of here before things get ugly.
(end codec conversasion)

about a hundred Game Overs, loads, days, restroom breaks, and continues later

Cloud finally disarmed the last light, and the passageway was clear. He made his way down a long, twisty hall, only to get ambushed by a sqaudren of soldiers. After disposing of them, he went inside a small room leading to the hold.

The only surviving soldier of the brief battle with Cloud locked the door behind him. Then he heard the familiar sound of heavy cowboy boots hitting metal.

“Sir,” he said, “I thought you were with the colonel.”

Then Irvine drew his gun and blew the brains out of the surprised man. As he followed Cloud, he said to the corpse:

“Your colonel will be joining you soon…comrade.”

Cloud found himself on a walkway, overlooking an army of marines. They were all fixed on a television screen, which was projecting the picture of a tall, rather bald man who was in the middle of a lengthy speech (then again, marines are trained to withstand excessive amounts of boring speeches). Realizing that this was going to be a little difficult, Cloud quickly called Butz.

(begin codec conversasion)
Cloud: Butz, it looks like the marines are down here.
Butz: I guess they don’t know about what’s going on up on the bridge.
Cloud: Well, in any case, I’m not interested in fighting Galbadia’s entire marine force. I’ll have to sneak through.
Butz: The best time to do so would be during the speech.
Cloud: Do you have any amount of time for that?
Butz: I hacked into the ship’s computer. I’d say you have seven minutes; longer if he throws a joke or two in.
Cloud: Okay, I’ll be on my way.
(end codec conversasion)

Cloud climbed down the ladder, then grabbed onto the railing. He moved himself, hand over hand, to the end, where a guard was stationed with his back to Cloud. He simply knocked the guy out with a dart, and continued on his way.

The next area was an exact repeat, only without a guard at the end. Cloud thought about how stupid it was to design a ship this way, but didn’t dwell on the subject. He just continued onward.

Finally, Cloud found himself staring at the behemoth of destruction itself: Metal Gear. This time, it was far different from the previous models; it looked more like a Godzilla rip-off than a Mechwarrior rip-off. After knocking out another guard, Cloud recieved a call from Butz.

(begin codec conversasion)
Cloud: Okay, I’m in front of Metal Gear.
Butz: You need to take those pictures, then use the terminal located to the side of the bottom floor to send them to me.
Cloud: Got it.
(end codec conversasion)

Cloud pulled out the camera and began to take pictures of the giant robot, all the while uttering “Oh, baby. Yes, that’s it! Come to Cloud, come to Cloud! Yes, yes, yes!” Finally, after nearly being caught due to a very lame joke by the commander, Cloud made his way to the terminal and sent the photos to Butz.

Just as he did so, the speech ended with the commander saying, “We will save the world with Metal Gear Emerald!”

Just then, the sound of spurs filled the area as an all-too-familar voice filled the area.

“Interesting speech, my friend. The gift of the silver tongue; it is the sign of a talented speaker…and of a liar.”

The commander rushed at the man, but Gestahl grabbed him from behind, a gun pointed at the man’s head. The entire private army appeared as the marines stared in shock. That’s when Cloud’s mind figured out who it was: Shotgun Tiger, or, as he learned later, Irvine.

“What are you going to do with Emerald?” asked the commander, his voice critical of the terrorists. “Sell it on the streets?” Gestahl then launched into a monologue about how the Empire had fallen, and how everything was going to hell for him, and how he planned to use Emerald to rebuild the Empire. To this, Irvine laughed.

“I regret to inform you,” said Irvine, “that I don’t plan to sell Metal Gear. As I said, I’ve come to take it back. No, return it…to the Patriots!” Gestahl and the commander both stared in complete shock. Irvine continued. “Gestahl, you and your daughter will die here!”

Gestahl’s response was an unbelievably angry and overly-dramatic, “DAMN YOU!!!” He then tossed the commander to the side and pointed his gun at Irvine, shouting, “Die, you dog!”

Suddenly, Irvine’s jacket flew between the three men. Shots rang out from both sides, and the jacket was nearly torn apart by bullet holes. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for a few seconds.

The commander slumped over, dead. Gestahl fell to his hands and knees. Irvine moved his gun to his side, saying “Gestahl, looks like you were long overdue for retirement.” Gestahl let out one last “Treacherous dog,” then slumped down.

Suddenly, the soldiers turned their guns on the cowboy; however, he gunned all those that challanged him within two seconds. He then pulled out a detonator, taunting, “If you wish to live, swim now. It’s two miles to the harbor; you can still survive if you swim for your life!”

He then pressed the button.

Explosions rocked the entire tanker. It swayed violently from side to side as both marines and Empirical soldiers ran around in blind panic. Irvine made his way to the Metal Gear cockpit, but Cloud had had enough of this shit. He then rushed up the catwalk, pointing his gun at the cowboy, who then turned in surprise and recognition.

Suddenly, the traitorous terrorist’s arm began to shake violently. That’s when Cloud remembered; Irvine’s arm was sliced off by Shadow back at the Frozen Continent. Something was definately wrong here.

After screaming in pain, Irvine’s voice suddenly changed. “How are you, dear brother?”

Cloud’s response was complete shock. “Kuja?”

Irvine continued in Kuja’s voice. “You’re drowning in time. I know what it feels like, brother. Big Boss was in his fifties when his clones were created; but I live on through this arm!”

Cloud then realized exactly who’s arm was taken…

Suddenly, the entire ship quaked. Irvine was tossed forward into the cockpit, while Cloud was thrown into the rising water. He climbed onto the catwalk and quickly called Butz, simply saying one sentence:

“Butz, we have a problem.”

Emerald broke out of the side of the ship, hastening the sinking. Cloud swam through the hole, grabbing hold of some nearby wreckage.

Inside Emerald, Irvine began his own call.

“Yes, sir. The mission was a success. I can’t wait to see his surprise when the news comes on tommorrow. Yes sir, I’ll be at the meeting point. Good-bye, Mr. President.”

In the tanker’s last moments, Gestahl floated up to the surface of the water. He simply uttered “Terra,” then sank to the bottom of the sea, along with the commander, many of the marines, and the entire tanker itself.


(2 years after the tanker…)

Steiner: Cloud, do you remember the sinking of that tanker two years ago?
“Cloud”: Yes, I remember, Colonel.
Steiner: Terrorists blew up a tanker of crude oil off the shore of Galbadia, severely damaging the local wildlife and cotaminating the water supply. Fortunately, the government set up an off-shore cleaning facility called “The Big Shell”, and has been cleaning up the mess ever since.
“Cloud”: I hear it hasn’t done much in terms of cleaning up the environment.
Steiner: It takes time. But the facility has become a worldwide symbol of Galbadia’s commitment to cleaning up the environment. That’s why this mission is so crucial.
“Cloud”: What’s going on?
Steiner: A group of terrorists have seized control of the Big Shell and are threatening to destroy the entire place.
“Cloud”: An explosion from there would lite the oil spill on the surface.
Steiner: And that’s not even the worse-case scenario. The clean-up has resulted in massive amounts of toxins being stored inside the base. If those toxins are released into the water, the entire river will become a toxic sludge, unable to support life for centuries.
“Cloud”: What are the demands?
Steiner: $30 billion dollars. In cash.
“Cloud”: How the hell do they expect to get that much money?
Steiner: They have several hostages inside, including the head of an environmental protection agency, and the most important hostage of all: James Deling.
“Cloud”: The President?!
Steiner: You will have two mission objectives. Your first objective is to secure the President, and escort him to safety. Your second objective is to stop the terrorists from destroying the Big Shell.
“Cloud”: Got it.

A lone figure, dressed in a skin-tight stealth suit and a black oxygen mask, descended into the water. As he reached the oil fence, he pulled out his wire cutters.

He then saw the gaping hole. Someone else had already cut a way through. Shrugging, he went inside.

Eventually, he reached a small loading dock. Getting out of the water, he contacted Steiner on his codec.

(begin codec conversasion)
“Cloud”: Colonel, I’m inside the Shell.
Steiner: Any problems?
“Cloud”: The oil fence was already cut. Apparantly someone else wanted to get inside before me.
Steiner: I don’t understand. MOG-CHOCO always works alone.
“Cloud”: Well, whoever it is, there’s no sign of them here.
Steiner: Listen, there’s another team infiltrating the base. They’re Squads A and B from the SEALs.
“Cloud”: Maybe they did that.
Steiner: No, they’re landing on the roof. Try to avoid contact with both groups.
“Cloud”: What?
Steiner: We work in the dark; we can’t let your presence be known.
“Cloud”: Fine.
Steiner: Also, we’re changing your codename for all following transmissions.
“Cloud”: What’s wrong with Cloud?
Steiner: Nothing. It’s just a precaution. From now on, your codename is “Squall”.
Squall: What? That name SUCKS!!!
Steiner: Just get inside.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall grabbed a M-9 Tranquilizer Gun from nearby and opened the door. He saw an enemy guard crawl in the hallway before collapsing. Continuing onward, he saw two guards get tossed from an elevator. He was unable to see who was riding it.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Colonel, there IS someone else in here! And whoever he is, he took down three soldiers single-handedly!
Steiner: Never mind him. Just continue with your mission.
Squall: By the way, how do I save my process?
Steiner: Well…
Rinoa: Hi, Squall.
Squall: Rinoa? Colonel, what’s a civilian doing here?
Steiner: Your MOG-CHOCO technician had to cancel on the last second. Rinoa was brought in as a replacement.
Squall: What?
Rinoa: Squall, like it or not, I’m a part of this mission. And like it or not, I’ll be saving your data.
Squall: Fine.
Steiner: This conversasion is OVER!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall got on the recently-returned elevator and headed for the upper floor.

(begin codec conversasion)
Steiner: The terrorists call themselves “Sons of Bitches”- wait, that’s the name around here.
Squall: Then what is their REAL name?
Steiner: “Sons of Liberty”.
Squall: All right then. Do continue.
Steiner: Their leader goes by the name “Cloud”.
Squall: What? THE Cloud?
Steiner: That’s what I thought as well, but it’s not a possibility. Cloud’s body was correctly identified two years ago when that tanker sank.
Squall: Then who’s this new guy?
Steiner: Whoever he is, he’s a clever imposter. Anyway, listen. The Big Shell is comprised of two shells: 1 and 2. Each shell consists of six outer struts and a core strut. You are currently on Strut A, located in Shell 1. The SEALs landed on Strut C. Reports indicate that the president is located on Strut B. Hurry there as quickly as possible!
(end codec conversasion)

The elevator stopped at the top of the Strut. The entire place was filled with crates, nets, and various other stuff. Fortunately, it wasn’t guarded, so Squall easily snuck inside. When he just got there, Steiner called again.

(begin codec conversasion)
Steiner: Squall, we just intercepted a message from the SEALs.
SEALs: We have just retrieved the President. Preparing to pull ou- gunfire is heard What the hell? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Steiner: Hurry to Strut B NOW!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall reached the inside, where an office of sorts was placed. After knocking out a guard, he made his way to the bridge connecting Struts A and B. Unfortunately, it was under heavy surveillance, so he had to grab onto a railing and climb hand-over-hand to the other side.

When he reached Strut B, he was shocked at the site that layed before him. The walls and floor were covered in blood, guts, and dead bodies. The sound of gunfire continued further inside.

When Squall made it there, he found three SEALs searching the area. Fortunately, they didn’t see him come in. Finally, after a while, one of the SEALs collapsed, his throat slit. Another then fell, cut straight through the abdomen. The third looked desperately, but couldn’t find the mysterious attacker.

That’s when the attacker, a black-haired man with a mostly hidden face and a hunting knife, appeared right in front of him. Desperately, the SEAL fired, but the man seemingly danced between the bullets. Finally, he jumped over the SEAL and cut the poor man’s throat open, creating a fountain of blood.

The attacker looked joyous at the site.

Squall carefully snuck behind the man, where he saw the sickest site yet. The attaker had taken a body and was actually SUCKING THE BLOOD OUT OF IT!!! Suddenly, he turned towards Squall, took out his knife, and made a mark on his arm.

“Five today,” he said. “Or perhaps six?”

Squall fired, but once again, the attacker dodged. Suddenly, a side door opened, revealing yet another SEAL. The new character shouted, “GET DOWN!”, and fired at the attacker. Unfortunately, the bullets missed their mark. The attacker stabbed the SEAL in the arm, then pinned him against the wall.

“Hmmm,” said the attacker, “strange smell.” Suddenly, he backed away, saying, “No, it can’t be!” He then turned and ran.

Squall pointed his gun at the SEAL, but stopped when the man said, “I’m not an enemy. Calm down.” He then sat down on the steps and pulled off his mask, revealing a grizzled, yellow-haired face.

The man looked at Squall’s suit. “Are you MOG-CHOCO?” Squall was shocked that he knew what he was, and answered, “Yes.” The man sighed. “MOG-CHOCO was disbanded four years ago. Where were you before MOG-CHOCO, Delta Force?”

“I was part of the military’s Force 10 training,” replied Squall. “No field experience, huh?” said the man. Squall responed quickly. “But I was trained in the best there was, stuff better than field experience, like Sneaking Mission 60 and Weapons 80.”

“VR? You kids call that training?” said the man. “Nothing can compare to the field, kid.”

Squall had finally had enough. “Who are you, anyway?”

“My name’s C-” he started, then stopped for a few seconds, then finally continued, “Pliskin. Iriquis Pliskin. Leuitenant Junior Grade.”

Squall laughed inside at the man’s ridiculous name, but suddenly got a call from Steiner. Just as he began to answer it, Pliskin whispered, “Kid’s wired with nanomachines.”

(begin codec conversasion)
Steiner: Squall, is everything all right?
Squall: Colonel, SEAL Team 10 is out- no, a single survivor.
Steiner: What about the President?
Squall: Looks like they moved him to another location. He’s not here.
Steiner: I see…you said there’s one survivor.
Squall: Yes, Colonel. Leuitenant J.G. Pliskin.
Steiner: Has he seen your face?
Squall: Huh?
Steiner: This is a covert operation. You must not let your presence be known.
Squall: It’s a little too late for that.
(end codec conversasion)

Pliskin was transfixed on a corner. He stood up and walked over. When Squall followed, he saw a dead navy officer, completely drained of all blood, with half a handcuff on his right arm.

Pliskin suddenly fell back, dazed. “Guess I just lost a few more pints than I thought,” he mumbled before seating himself again.

“Tell me what you know about the terrorists,” said Squall.

Pliskin began. "That bloodsucking freak we just saw was Vincent. He and the other terrorist leaders once belonged to a Navy anti-terrorist organization, Dead Cell. They would fake hostage and terrorist situations in order to train other groups in how to handle real-life situations.

"When their original leader was falsely imprissioned and killed, the unit began to unravel. They were always at the edge, always causing trouble wherever they went. Eventually, they went to attacking civilians instead of embassies.

“Soon, the military had had enough. A conflict broke out between the military and Dead Cell, and Dead Cell lost. All of their members were killed except for three. They then recruited a new leader, and took this plant. And that’s about it.”

Pliskin handed Squall a SOCOM, telling him to be careful with it. He then gave him a codec frequency, and fell asleep. Squall wanted to curse him for sleeping on the job, but he had to find the president.

When Squall reached the BC connecting bridge, an armed conflict was breaking out between the last of the SEALs (minus Pliskin, of course), and a young woman in a purple dress sporting a huge railgun. It wasn’t neccessarly the gun that was surprising.

It was the fact that the bullets seemed to “curve” around her.

A gernade launched at her, but it simply fizzled out. The bullets continued to fly, until she finally got annoyed.

“So,” she said. “None of you can give me death.” With that, she raised and charged the rail gun. The SEALs had only a few seconds to register a look of surprise before the weapon fired, completely destroying the small side-bridge where they were fighting. Several of the SEALs were tossed, lifelessly, into the water several yards away. One desperately grabbed onto a piece of mesh platform, but it broke off, sending him down nearly seven stories to the cold waters below.

That’s when Squall saw the man lying by the side. It was the president!

Vincent appeared and picked up the unconcious man, as well as a briefcase lying nearby. “Come, Queen,” he said. “The Boss wants to speak with you.”

She simply looked back at the ruined walkway. “Another unlucky day, Vincent.” With that, she went inside.

Squall, completely shocked, called Steiner in desperation.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Colonel, some woman just blasted all that’s left of the SEALs!
Steiner: It must have been Quistis, or as the group calls her, Fortune.
Squall: Colonel, those bullets swerved around her! She’s invincible!
Steiner: Calm down!
Squall: What the hell’s going on here? Why won’t anybody tell me anything?!
Rinoa: Calm down, Squall! This is just First Mission Anxiety. Remain calm, and everything will be all right. Oh, and save right now!
Rinoa: Squall, do you remember what tommorrow is?
Squall: April 30th. Why?
Rinoa: I thought you remembered. Oh well, I hope it can wait.
Steiner: It had better. We have to move the President to secondary objective right now. We have to disarm any attempts to blow up the shell!
Squall: And who can do that?
Steiner: The SEALs brought in a Bomb Disposal expert. They wouldn’t bring him into the front lines; try to find him.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall made his way up the bridge to Strut C. He went into a cafeteria, and rose his gun while shouting, “Freeze!”

The man was tall and yellow-haired, with green clothing and armor. His face showed signs of aging. He held up his arms and said, “Don’t shoot!” He then reached for his cane.

“You’d better hold your fire, kid,” said Pliskin as he came around the corner. “You’re looking at our ticket to saving the Big Shell.”

“Are you two with SEAL Team 10?” said the man.

“SEAL Team 10 is dead,” said Squall, a sense of sorrow in his voice.

“WHAT?” shouted the man. “I can’t disarm those bombs by myself!”

“Don’t worry,” said Pliskin. “We’ll help you.”

Squall gasped. “I…I have no training in bomb disposal! I don’t have a clue what to do! Is this guy that good of a disposal guy?”

“Kid,” said Pliskin, “this is THE bomb disposal guy. If you open any Indian Head textbook, you’ll see his picture. This here’s Leo, the king of disposals.”

“That is, I was,” added Leo, “until that incident. I wasn’t able to disarm a bomb, and a famous church, as well as a playground full of kids, was blown to pieces because of it. All I lost was this leg.” He pointed to his right leg, which was obviously crippled.

“Then why are you here?” asked Squall.

“Because of the demolition expert Dead Cell brought in is one of my students. The king of explosives: Palmer. He built a mako bomb when he was only ten. I created him, in a sense.”

Leo then took out a small, yellowish-brown, box-like object with a small light attached. “This is a C4 bomb.” He then pushed a button to the side, and the light flashed green. “When the light is flashing green, the bomb is active. Now, due to the lack of manpower here, we have to go with a temporary disposal.” He then took out a small object resembling a can of deoderant and sprayed the bomb. The device was then encased in ice, its light stuck on red. “This is a Coolant solution. It will render the bombs harmless for at least 48 hours.” He handed both Pliskin and Squall a can of Coolant.

“Also,” he said, “take this.” He tossed them a strange, rod-like device. “Palmer attaches a cologne to his bombs; kind of like his signature. This will pick up that cologne.” He then retreated to a small pantry. “I’ll be in here. If you need me, contact me by codec.” He then shut the door.

“I’ll handle Shell 2,” said Pliskin. “You handle Shell 1.” Squall quickly agreed, and they set off.

Squall’s sensor picked up a cologne smell in the women’s bathroom. He found a bomb wedged above the mirrors. After freezing it, he called Leo.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: I’ve disarmed the bomb in Strut C. It was above the mirrors in the women’s bathroom.
Leo: Something’s not right…
Squall: What?
Leo: That isn’t the place to put a bomb!
Squall: Is this a trap?
Leo: I don’t know, but keep your eyes open.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall made his way back to Strut B, where he found a bomb in the generator room, behind a door. He froze it, then returned to Strut A. There, he found a bomb in the pump room. After crawling through a jungle of pipes, machinery, and various other crap, he was able to freeze it and call Leo.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: I’ve deactivated the bomb on Strut A. It was located in the pump room.
Leo: Something is definately not right here. The locations of the bombs are all wrong.
Squall: Is this a trap?
Leo: Maybe. Just keep your eyes open.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall then went to Strut F. After silencing a guard, he jumped down behind some crates and deactivated the bomb. He then made his way back up and went for Strut E.

There, he knocked out another guard and went to the helipad. When he reached the stairs, he saw a young, green-haired woman wearing a military uniform and talking on a radio about a ninja and someone else on the base. Squall stopped their little conversasion by whipping out his SOCOM, but she simply flipped over the side railing and dissapeared. Confused, he called Pliskin.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Pliskin, I just saw a woman.
Pliskin: Kid, have you just hit the pubes or something?
Squall: Stop joking around!
Pliskin: That must be Terra. She’s been leading the empirical private army ever since her old man, Gestahl, died.
Squall: So she’s one of them?
Pliskin: Yeah. Keep your eyes open for her.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall found the bomb at the bottom of a Harrier-2 Airship. After freezing it, he called Leo.

(begin codec conversasion) Squall: I’ve just diffused the bomb on Strut E. It was located beneath a Harrier-2 Airship.
Leo: What? This is not like Palmer at all!
Squall: What?!
Leo: These locations would still be very damaging, but it wouldn’t be enough to bring down the Big Shell.
Pliskin: Leo, I’ve checked out the bottom of Strut G, like you said.
Squall: What?
Leo: I had to satisfy my curiosity. There is indeed something wrong here.
Pliskin: I’ll say. I found enough C-4 down here to blow the entire Strut out of existance.
Leo: So that’s it.
Pliskin: The funny thing is, it isn’t activated. Should I freeze it?
Leo: No. I’ll come take a look.
Squall: On that leg? You’ll never make it!
Leo: I-I can walk! I can even run, too!
Pliskin: Huh?
Leo: That church explosion…it wasn’t because of an accident on the field. It was because I just got plain scared! I ran out of there, leaving the rest of the bomb disposal team to die! Not only that, but all those kids, too…I had to deal with the grief, so I made up that story about losing my leg.
Squall: So that’s it.
Leo: I’m just scum to you, but I have to redeem myself. Pliskin, you go ahead and finish your rounds. I’ll go take a look. Just don’t ask for Peg-Legged Leo, though. He’s dead now.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall went to Strut D. After silencing a guard, he found the bomb hidden under a grate. One deep-freezing later, he called Leo.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Okay, the last bomb’s disposed of.
Leo: Good. Now about this bomb…
Pliskin: I’ve found the last one, Leo. Here goes…
sounds of coolant spray are heard, followed by beeping
Leo: God Damn!
Squall: What happened?
Leo: Those bombs WERE decoys! When they were all disposed of, the big ones would be activated! Squall, get to Strut A on the double!
Squall: Why that one?
Leo: The Big Shell consists of a very precise balance. You can take a Strut down from Shell 2 without any trouble, but if you destroy two struts from both Shells, it’ll create a massive domino effect, taking the entire place down.
Squall: Damn it!
Pliskin: Squall, get your ass over there now!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall rushed through the struts, knocking out any guards that happened to stand in his way. Finally, he reached Strut A. Boarding the elevator, he got a call from Leo, a call that sent shivers down his spine…

(begin codec conversasion)
Leo: It’s over.
Squall: What?
Leo: Palmer has my number.
Squall: What do you mean?
Leo: These big bombs are rigged with a distance sensor. If you get too close, it’ll shorten the countdown time. These tricks…I didn’t teach him these…
Pliskin: Leo! Get the hell out of there!
Leo: I’ve only got thirty seconds. It’s too late. Squall, whatever you do, don’t get too damn close to that bomb!
Squall: I…understand…
Leo: Good luck. And please, stop Palmer. I created that madman; I must die for my sins. Don’t allow him to take several more innocent lives, as well.
Pliskin: Don’t worry. We won’t let you down.
a few eerie seconds of silence begin, followed by an enormously loud explosion
Pliskin: Rest in peace…
(end codec conversasion)

Squall raced down the hall into the same room he entered the Big Shell in. He found the bomb and quickly disarmed it. Just after that, he called Steiner.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: The last bomb has been disarmed, but at a great cost.
Steiner: It was a tragic loss for everyone. Still, you have to find the President!
Squall: Got that.
(end codec conversasion)

But just as Squall was leaving, Steiner called.

(begin codec conversasion)
Steiner: The terrorists have retaliated for us disarming the bombs. They’ve killed one of the hostages.
Squall: What?
Steiner: They even did it on top of one of the Struts, so we could see it. They’ve threatened to kill a hostage every hour until their demands are met.
Squall: I’ve got to get over there!
(end codec conversasion)

Just as Squall returned to the elevator, he saw her. The same woman that wasted the SEALs. She walked forward, the nearby swarm of roaches parting away from her. When she caught a glimpse of Squall, she raised the gun and shouted, “At last! I’ll kill the one who caused my pain!”

Squall just got out the words, “Oh, shit!” He jumped away from the blast at the last possible second. It completely annihalated the boxes he was hiding behind.

“What?” she said. “You’re…not him…This could be interesting…”

Squall raised his SOCOM and prepared for the battle.

(Gallo-note: Since the next boss is incrediably boring, I’ve decided to skip it. I’ll go straight to the codec scene that ends it)

(begin codec conversasion)
Steiner: Palmer just contacted us.
Squall: He contacted us?
Steiner: He wants to meet you on top of Strut E.
Squall: I don’t like the looks of this. But what about the hostages?
Steiner: Save the President. You don’t have time for the other hostages.
Squall: Not if I work alone, that is…
Steiner: Do you really expect that Pliskin to pull through? We can’t even contact him.
Squall: What?
Steiner: Deal with Palmer first.
(end codec conversasion)

Just then, Vincent came down. “Quistis,” he said, “Palmer has lost it. He’s little more than a stereotypical mad bomber now.”

Quistis lowered her gun. “I see…This one couldn’t give me death.”

Just then, Squall jumped out of hiding and fired. The bullets swerved away from Quistis, but one hit Vincent straight in the forehead.

Quistis bent over Vincent, crying in a combination of grief and anger. “You couldn’t give me death,” she said, “so you killed the one who gave me life.” Confused, Squall left.

Just as he went, Vincent came to and said, “I died once. I cannot die again.”

Squall arrived at the strut and froze a small bomb. Palmer wasn’t here, obviously; maybe it was all a bunch of lies.

Suddenly, a man skated straight past on roller blades. “Tick tock,” he said, “do you know what that sound is? It’s the passing of time. I grew up listening to clocks on department store counters.”

Just then, a fat, disoriented man wearing roller blades stopped in front of Squall. His face was partly covered by a large neckpiece, but it was fairly obvious that it wasn’t doing a good job is disguising the fact that the guy was bald. This had to be Palmer.

“Life is short!” Palmer suddenly shouted out. “Bombs tell the time with every moment of their existance, and nothing else announces it’s death with such a fanfare.” He then took out a glass of wine. “A toast,” he said, holding the glass out, “to good old Leo!” The tone in his last words was quite sarcastic.

“If you blow the Big Shell down, you’ll never collect your ransom!” said Squall, his gun drawn. But to his suprise, Palmer asked, confused, “Ransom? What are you talking about?!”

“THIRTY BILLION FREAKING DOLLARS IN CASH!!!” shouted Squall, a bit annoyed at his opponent’s acting. But this time, Palmer let out a huge laugh, leaving Squall confused.

“Let the others do what they want to,” he said, “but I have other plans in mind. I’m going to be the greatest bomber of them all. I’ll go down in history as the man who beat the great Leo himself!”

“Shut up!” shouted Squall. “You have none of Leo’s courage or-” But Palmer interrupted him with another one of his damn laughs. “That bastard died a dishonorable death six months ago!”

“…The end of Dead Cell,” said Squall, now realizing what was going on.

“Call it what you want,” said Palmer, slightly annoyed, “only the best of us survived that hell! But I’ll go down in history.”

“You’re just a mad crook,” said Squall, “and that’s all they’ll remember you for!”

“HOW DARE YOU!” shouted Palmer, smashing his wine glass into the ground. “I’M AN ARTIST!!!” He then laughed slightly. “It’s time to start the party! Here’s what I’m going to do. I’ll throw a bomb, and it will explode shortly thereafter. If you want to survive, you’ll have to disarm all my bombs. Let’s go!”

(Boss: Palmer)

Squall quickly froze two bombs, then chased after Palmer, who was rollerblading around the rooftop. When his caught site, he fired his SOCOM several times into his enemy’s back, but the attacks did little.

Suddenly, Palmer slipped on some seagull crap and fell flat on his back. Squall quickly shot him several times while he was getting up. Then the chase resumed.

(continue this for a half-hour)

Palmer fell against a crate. Blood began to soak it’s way into his suit.

“My suit,” said Palmer. “I’ll have nothing to wear to the party.”

“The party’s over for you, pal!” said Squall. He ripped off the neckpiece, revealing Palmer’s entire face. Suddenly, Palmer pressed a button on a small hand-held device. A loud beeping noise filled the area.

Squall recognized it quickly. It was the sound of a bomb! Quickly, he knocked the device out of Palmer’s hand and aimed at it, but Palmer laughed heavily. “It’s too late. Once the countdown starts, it can’t be stopped. That connects to the biggest bomb in the place. If I die, I’ll take all of Galbadia down with me! Too bad they won’t be around to see the movies.” He then died.

In desperation, Squall searched for the explosive. Suddenly, he realized where it was. A quick search revealed the bomb attached to Palmer. He quickly froze it, then called Steiner.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Palmer’s been neutralized, and the threat of the Shell exploding is over.
Steiner: Thank God.
Squall: But Palmer didn’t know about the ransom demands.
Steiner: Intentionally kept in the dark, I’d say. But still, we must now find the President.
Squall: Right.

As Squall was walking away from Palmer’s fat corpse, something jumped straight in front of him. It was some sort of cross between a cyborg and a ninja…

He then realized that this could only mean that the thing in front of him was a cyborg ninja!

The ninja simply stood there, even as Squall pointed his SOCOM straight at it’s head. “We have much to talk about,” it said. “Come.” It then ran into a dark corner of the Strut. With no other possible option, Squall followed.

“Switch over to nanocommunication,” said the ninja. “There are spies everywhere.” With that, Squall activated his codec.

(begin codec conversasion)
Ninja: There. That’s much better.
Squall: Who are you?
Ninja: Call me Sorethroat.
Squall: Sorethroat? From the Frozen Continent incident?
Ninja: Fine then. Call me Mr. Z.
Squall: God, that’s even worse!
Ninja: Have movies taught you not to piss off a cyborg ninja?
Squall: Fine, fine. Now, what is this about?
Ninja: I was sent in by the La-le-lu-le-lo to help you with the mission. I know of someone who can help you find the president.
Squall: Who is it?!
Ninja: His name is Tseng. He works as a Secret Service Agent for the president. He’s being held in the second level of the Shell 1 Core.
Squall: Sounds like a good lead.
Ninja: However, there’s a slight problem. The core is incrediably heavily guarded. There’s no way for you to sneak in unnoticed conventially, but I have been able to come up with an alternative.
Squall: Well, what’s the alternative.

The ninja handed Squall a military uniform. “This is the uniform worn by the core guards,” he said. “But you will also need an AK. All core guards are equipped with AKs. There is a camera in front of the elevator leading to the lower levels. If you do not have this exact uniform on with an AK, an alarm will sound, and you’ll be trapped inside.”

Ninja: There is one other catch. The hostages in that level are held in a single room, behind a laser eye scanner. Even if you get past the retinel test, you’ll have to find Tseng. And unfortunately, I have no idea what he looks like.
Squall: Then how do I tell them apart?
Ninja: Tseng has a pacemaker; he’s the only one in there who does. Using a Directional Microphone, you can easily pick up the noise emmitted. There should be one on the third level in the core.
Squall: How do I know I can trust you?
Ninja: Because you have no other choice.
(end codec conversasion)

The ninja handed Squall a cell phone, saying, “Check your e-mail messages on this from time to time.” After that, it just flipped away. Confused, Squall called Steiner.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Colonel, that ninja…
Steiner: I heard everything.
Squall: He called himself “Sorethroat”…
Steiner: I know what you’re thinking, but that’s not a possibility. That ninja was Shadow, and he died during the Frozen Continent incident.
Squall: Should I trust him?
Steiner: We have no choice but to trust him. We don’t have any other possible leads on the president’s location.
Rinoa: The colonel’s right. Besides, I have to have an excuse to save your game.
Squall: Thanks.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall returned to Strut F, where he found an AK after killing a few guards and reading a porno magazine. After this rather anti-climatic mission, he returned to the task at hand: finding Tseng and the president.

He returned to whatever bridge connects to the Shell 1 Core (IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I PLAYED, OKAY?!). He put on the rather tight camoflouge suit and black mask, which always denotes a terrorist, then equipped his AK and ran accross the bridge.

The core was actually fairly quiet compared to the rest of the Big Shell. A few guards where walking to and fro, but they paid little attention to Squall, since he was wearing one of their uniforms. He simply walked through them and stopped at the elevator.

As he pressed the down button, a security camera above him suddenly came on. But instead of an alarm, he heard a small “beep”, and the doors opened. Wasting no time, he darted in and pressed the B2 button.

Down there, he found some more guards busy with their own things at the control panels. They were wearing different uniforms, but they were too involved in their own work to notice Squall. He just walked in, took the Directional Microphone off a desk, and left while they were reading porno magazines and drinking their asses off.

Now, he finally went up to the B1 floor, where Tseng was supposadely held. The instant the door opened, he saw a guard use a retinal scanner to open the door Squall needed to go through. With no other options, he came up with a plan…

Crouching behind some crates, Squall waited for the next guard to come. When he did, Squall jumped up, grabbed him in a bizzare wrestling move from behind, and jammed his head into the retinal scanner. The match was made, and Squall tossed the unconcious guy aside and entered.

Here was where the problems began. Row upon row of people were being held here, each one of them tied and gagged as to make it difficult to tell them apart. Squall carefully snuck down, activated the microphone, and prayed to God for a match.

(about a hundred yada, yada, yada, later…)

Upon realizing that this was pure luck, Squall turned to the nearest guy and asked, “You’re Tseng, right?”

The man jerked his head up in surprise, then shook his head as to indicate “yes”. Squall made sure the guard went out to the bathroom, then removed the blindfold and gag.

“Who are you?” asked Tseng.

“MOG-CHOCO, sir,” responded Squall, enthusiasm in his voice.

Tseng looked dumbfounded for a bit, then said, “Switch over to nanocommunication. The guards might hear us right now.”

Meanwhile, Irvine watched the scene on a large security monitor. Sighing heavily, he got up and set off for the Shell 1 Core.

(begin codec conversasion)
Tseng: There. That’s better.
Squall: Where’s the President?
Tseng: He’s being held in the Shell 2 core.
Squall: What’re the terrorists planning, anyway?
Tseng: They want something that’s inside the facility.
Squall: What’s here, anyway?
Tseng: This whole facility is a charade. The truth is, it was being developed by the military so they could design their newest weapon in secret.
Squall: ???
Tseng: That’s right; it’s a new Metal Gear.
Squall: So that’s what they’re after…
Tseng: But it’s not only that. There are also nukes being held on the base. Their other plan is to launch one using Metal Gear.
Squall: But…how?
Tseng: The “football”-
Squall: Football? Nah, always hated it.
Tseng: No, you moron! It’s the term for the detonation device for the nuke. Without it, Metal Gear will not fire any nuclear weapons, although it can still use the other weapons.
Squall: Then where is it?
Tseng: Half was in a briefcase. It was handcuffed to a navy sailor, but he was killed rather quickly, and it was taken.
Squall: And the other?
Tseng: The other half is the President himself.
Squall: What?!
Tseng: The President has a machine inside him measuring his heart rate and bodily actions. When a launch is requested, the machine checks his systems, then checks again an hour later. If his heart rate is anything above normal, the launch will be aborted immediately.
Squall: So they can’t kill him…
Tseng: But that also means he has to be calm. That can mean only one thing: he’s working with the terrorists.
Squall: What the hell?!
Tseng: Inside my pocket is a keycard for the Shell 1-2 connecting bridge. Take it.

Squall took the card, but just then, he heard footsteps coming. He saw three people: the first was Terra, the second was some guy in a cowboy getup, and the third was wrapped in a large black cloak. Pulling out his directional microphone, he listened to their conversasion.

Cowboy: King!
King: I take it the first check has been complete?
Cowboy: Yes, sir. Everything is going according to plan.
Terra: Like it ever has, Irvine.
Irvine: Shut up, you wretch!
Terra: You let my father die, you bastard!
Irvine: We’ve been through this before, Terra-
King: Stop fighting, you two!
Irvine: Why should we listen to you? This is a private matter!
King: Irvine, if it wasn’t for my funding, you would only have one arm! And Terra, your soldiers had no home before I came along. You should both be grateful!
Irvine: Wait, what’s that in there?

(returning to codec)
Tseng: Irvine’s coming! Get your AK out and stand at attention!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall pulled out his AK just as Irvine came in front of him. “You there!” he shouted. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I was ill,” Tseng said. “I told him to remove my gag and blindfold.”

Irvine was slightly amused. “I thought Galbadia turned out first-rate liers. It looks like it doesn’t, after all…Colonel Tseng!” Squall just stood there, unable to do anything, as Irvine continued. “They knew that the president was going to betray them, so they sent you to keep tabs on him. Well, it looks like your mission failed.”

“You’ll never escape the La-Le-Lu-Le-Lo!” shouted Tseng, filled with confidence that his skill in Talk Fu would defeat Irvine. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite work.

Irvine pointed his pistol straight at Tseng’s forehead. “We’ll see who makes it out of here alive.”

Just then, Tseng jumped forward, definately in pain. As he scrambled around in shock, he mumbled the words of a desperate dying man.

“You- you tricked me. Now I know what’s going on. Irvine, you- you’re…” As he said those last words, he slumped to the ground, dead from a heart attack.

Irvine now turned his attention to Squall. “You there, what’s your outfit? Which team are you with?” When Squall didn’t answer, the guard came to them.

“He is not one of mine.”

Realizing what was going on, Irvine had several guards surround Squall, then pulled his mask off, revealing the handsome youth.

“Well, we meet at last!” said Irvine, once again pulling his gun up. However, Squall was a lot luckier than Tseng. The ninja jumped down from the roof, causing Irvine to draw his arm back. Gunfire opened up on all sides, and the hostages jumped for cover.

“Hold your fire!” shouted Irvine. “We need those hostages alive!” He then turned to the ninja. “You- but you’re dead!”

Squall dashed to the door. The ninja jumped behind him, blocking another hail of bullets.

“Leave this to me,” he said. Squall escaped from the firefight into the hall.

Squall ran into the hall as the announcer’s voice blared everywhere. “An intruder has been found in the Shell 1 Core. All units be on your guard. Oh, and porno tonight!”

Squall jumped into the elevator. Returning to the first floor, he hid from the guards, dodged the cameras, and finally escaped.

After finding a nice place to hide, he called Pliskin.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Pliskin, I’ve found the hostages. One dead, and several wounded.
Pliskin: Good.
Squall: Any word on the damage to Shell 2?
Pliskin: Two of the struts are completely blown apart. Most of the others are flooded, and the B2 of the Shell 2 core is completely underwater.
Squall: What about the toxins?
Pliskin: Huh?
Squall: The Shell 2 should have toxins from the clean-up!
Pliskin: I haven’t seen anything like that.
Squall: What?!
Pliskin: Anyway, you’ll need to get to Shell 2 now. I’ll worry about the hostages.
Squall: Do you have a way to get them out?
Pliskin: I’ve found two Kasatka Helicopters over here. I should be able to fly it over there.
Squall: Alright. How do I reach Shell 2?
Pliskin: There’s a connecting bridge by Strut F. Oh, and I left a Sniper Rifle for you there; I think you’ll need it.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall made his way to Strut F, where he picked up a Sniper Rifle and reached the Shell 1-2 connecting bridge. To his horror, he found that it was covered with explosives. Suddenly, Pliskin called again.

(begin codec conversasion)
Pliskin: Aim at the green lights. Once you take all of them out, you’ll be able to cross safely.

(about a hundred yada, yada, yada, later)

Squall took out the last of the lights. Pliskin called again.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: I’ve cleared the bridge.
Pliskin: Good. I was able to hijack one Kastka. I also took the liberty of sabatoging the other so they won’t be able to follow us.
Squall: Can you fly one of those?
Pliskin: No, but I have someone here who can. I’d like you to meet Butz.
Butz: Uh…hi.
Squall: hangs head in shock
Guard: There they are! Kill them!
Pliskin: Shit! We’re out of here!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall looked up to see Pliskin flying towards the Shell 1 core in his lovely Kasatka helicopter. After exchanging salutes, he flew off.

Just then, the same person who had been talking to Terra and Irvine before walked onto the bridge, still wearing a highly oversized black cloak.

“Well, look what the fools sent in now,” he said. “Hmm…I’m certain I know you from somewhere?”

Squall turned around, his gun already drawn. “So, you’re the boss here…”

“Not just any boss!” said the man. “I am the one who will surpass Big Boss himself: Cloud!”

Just then, Pliskin decided to take the Kasatka back towards Squall. “No! That is not Cloud!”

The man turned toward the helicopter, unfazed by Pliskin’s words.

“Why, hello…dear brother.”

Pliskin loaded his rifle and fired nearly a hundred rounds into Cloud (nobody was counting), but the bullets just bounced off like he was some kind of superman. Finally, Pliskin poped a gernade into his rifle and fired.

Cloud dashed right out of the explosive’s range, causing it to take the area he was standing on instead. Cloud looked up, displeasure etched across his face. “I’m a whole different game from Kuja, brother.”

Cloud jumped over the railing. Suddenly, the Harrier-2 Airship from before rose up, piloted by none other than Vincent! Cloud climbed into one of the seats, buckled up, and prepared for battle.

Pliskin tossed Squall a Scorpion Rocket Launcher. “Use it! Take that thing down!”

(boss: Harrier-2 Airship)

Squall quickly grabbed the Scorpion. Patiently, he kept an eye on the Airship as it flew around. Finally, he locked onto it and fired. The missle was a direct hit. Several more direct hits followed, from both the Kasatka and the Scorpion.

Finally, the Airship gained a lot of altitude, and appeared to be retreating. But just then, it dropped a few bombs. Which soon split into a few dozen bombs. And then into a few HUNDRED bombs!

Squall leaped over the railing, holding on for life’s sake. The Kasatka tried to move away from the explosion, but didn’t make it; part of the blast caught it. Nearly the entire walkway itself was blown apart.

Finally, Squall jumped back into position and fired away until the Airship was finished.

(end boss fight)

The final missle caused the entire Airship to catch fire. Cloud tried hastily to unbuckle his seatbelt, but a piece of debris flew up and struck him in the eye, ripping it out completely and sending him into unconciousness. Vincent leaped from the side and ran across the water.

Suddenly, to everyone’s surprise, a gigantic robot, bearing a slight resemblance to Godzilla, jumped out of the water, grabbed the Airship in its mouth, and swan away.

With no other option, Squall called Pliskin.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Pliskin, are you…Cloud?
Pliskin: Yeah, that’s me.
Squall: Really? I mean, you are Cloud?!
Cloud: Shut up, okay. I don’t do autographs.
Squall: Alright. But why are you here?
Butz: We heard that a new type of Metal Gear was being developed here. We came to investigate.
Squall: WHAT?! A new Metal Gear?
Cloud: We don’t know the details yet. Anyway, we have to land and make some repairs. You need to finish your mission.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall then called Steiner.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Colonel, Pliskin is really-
Rinoa: Cloud, former hero, now a wanted terrorist.
Steiner: Forget about him. He’s not a part of the simulation.
Squall: Steiner, you and Cloud used to be on the same side. I read all about it in “In the Shadow of the Frozen Continent”.
Steiner: I don’t give a fuck about what you read! Just get back to the mission!
Rinoa: Oh, and have you remembered what April 30th is yet?
Squall: No. Sorry.
Rinoa: Okay. I’ll just save your game.
Rinoa: Good luck!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall prepared for the most difficult climb/jump/crawl/run he had ever attempted. He had to climb across a steel beam, fall only a large piece of support, make his way down it while dodging seagul crap and various other debris, climb up some stairway-like steps, and reach the Shell 2 Core.

(about seventy million yada yada yada…)

Squall climbed up the ladder to the outside of Strut L. After carefully dodging some guards, he dashed across a weakened walkway, which fell into the ocean behind him. After stealthely taking down some of those helicopter-surveilance camera thingies, he carefully crawled across a pipe, climbed across a piece of railing, and dodged some more guards.

Suddenly, he heard a loud voice boom from above him. “Oh! I think I’m going to go in my pants! Nobody’s looking, right?” Suddenly, a stream of piss came down from the roof. Carefully dodging it, Squall jumped down to a lower walkway, ran to the other side, pulled out his Sniper Rifle, and took out a BUNCH of cameras.

Putting his gun away, Squall continued to another busted walkway. After jumping across a large gap and making his way across another collapsing area, he finally reached the door leading into the core.

Squall immediately heard footsteps coming from around the corner. Making his way against the wall, he peeked over the side to find Terra pushing some buttons on a remote. The floor in front of her, which led to a door conveniently labeled “Where the President is being held”, began to crackle with live electricity.

She then began to talk on a radio, but the electricity made it hard for Squall to here. He pulled out his Directional Microphone yet again to pick up the conversasion between Terra and the fake Cloud.

Terra: The security of the area is complete. The Shell 2 Core will not collapse.
Fake Cloud: Excellent.
Terra: You went somewhat overboard with your attempts to kill those fools.
Fake Cloud: Just a minor inconvenience. Don’t worry; Galbadia will soon hand over the ransom.
Terra: Good. Once we get our share of the money, I will divide it among the rest of my unit. We will then go our seperate ways.
Fake Cloud: Whatever happened to reviving the Empire?
Terra: The old man is dead. His dream is no more. I will live my own life soon.
Fake Cloud: Very well. I want you and Vincent to check in with Irvine. The hostages need to be treated.
Terra: I will be there shortly.

Terra then walked through a hidden side door. Squall quickly called Steiner.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: I found where the President is, but the floor’s electrified!
Steiner: Don’t test it! You’ll be bacon, with a side of eggs and hash. God, I can go for that now…
Rinoa: Forgive him. He hasn’t eaten in a while.
Squall: Okay, now what?
Steiner: We picked up evidence that the control panel for the electricity is inside where the President is being held. You have to launch a Nikita into there and destroy it, but don’t hit the President!
(end codec conversasion)

Squall then called Cloud.

Squall found his way to the elevator (after snagging a M4 along the way), and went down to the second floor. He found that the entire basement, except for a few high places, was flooded. Jumping into the water, he swam around, dodging mines and opening doors. Finally, he reached a closed door, which he promptly opened.

A dead body floated by him, leaving some blood as a trail. It wasn’t until he had left the room that he realized that he had passed Leo’s body.

After somehow finding the damn Nikita, Squall went back to the elevator, got out of the water, and went back to where the President was being held. Standing in front of a ventilation shaft, he fired the Nikita.

Skillfully, he navigated the rocket down the shaft. It exited out the other side, but the President, having heard it, jumped and ran around, screaming like a lunatic. Fortunately, the rocket hit the control panel and not him.

Squall could hear the electricity dying. Putting his new toy away, he ran through the door to the President’s cell.

The President simply looked at Squall for a few moments, then said, in a rather sarcastic tone, “So you finally showed up. I’m here, and I’m ready to face my punishment for my actions.” He then, in a rather unsettling way, grabbed Squall’s crotch. Fortunately, he backed away before anything else could happen.

“You’re- a man?”

Squall, despite the fact that he was, for all essential purposes, violated, still regared the man with some level of respect. “MOG-CHOCO, sir.”

“I see,” said the President. “Now things are started to make sense.” He sat himself on a small piece of piping and pointed to his head. “Switch over to nanocommunication. We don’t want to be overheard.”

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Are you really working with the terrorists?
Deling: If you had talked to me a few minutes ago, the answer would have been, ‘yes’.
Squall: But…
Deling: Sephiroth…backstabbed me…
Squall: Sephiroth?
Deling: The leader of the terrorists. He plans to use this base as an act of revenge.
Squall: What? But, why were you working for them? You’re the President-
Deling: HAH! President, huh? The leader of Galbadia? Hardly.
Squall: What the hell-
Deling: There are people above me, people who have the entire world in their grip. “The Patriots.”
Squall: The Patriots?
Deling: The Patriots are composed of twelve of the world’s greatest minds. Their identities are unknown to everyone; even I recieve my instructions from a cut-out. They dictate everything that happens in the world and politics. Democracy is something for the history books.
Squall: But how does Sephiroth tie into this?
Deling: Sephiroth is a major enemy of the Patriots. And so is his brother, Cloud.

Squall: How do they connect to this?
Deling: Sephiroth was my predeccessor, President Wilcox. Like always, the Patriots chose him as the figurehead. For much of his two terms, he followed orders. Then-
Squall: What?
Deling: Would you stop interrupting me, please? Damn kids these days!
Squall: Sorry.
Deling: Anyway, Sephiroth gave the funding to MARKA to build Metal Gear Atma. The base, as I’m sure you know, was built under the cover of a mako-disposal site. He even sent Irvine, his best agent, in to supervise. He then faked the terrorist attack in order to test the weapon. However, Cloud stopped him, revealing the Metal Gear project and various other conspiracies, thus earning him the wrath of the Patriots.
Squall: Zzzzz…
Deling: WAKE UP!
Squall: Oh, sorry.
Deling: Anyway, Wilcox didn’t resign, like was stated. In truth, the Patriots had scheduled for his health to unexpectadly fail them, thus ending his life. He escaped and went underground, where he joined forces with Irvine and Dead Cell. He then rose as the new leader following the death of the previous one.
Squall: So that’s how he became an enemy of the Patriots, but how did Cloud fit into this?
Deling: Cloud became sort of a hero after the Frozen Continent incident. However, he wasn’t suppossed to be a hero. The Patriots cannot let anything happen smoothly without their input. That’s why they rigged the tanker.
Squall: WHAT?!
Deling: The tanker incident was faked. The one Cloud was on had no oil in it whatsoever. That one was sunk, then another one, full of oil, was brought in and sunk.
Squall: Those bastards…
Deling: Anyway, we have to destroy the new Metal Gear.
Squall: Where is it?
Deling: The whole Big Shell.
Squall: ?!
Deling: The Big Shell is actually Arsenal Gear, the newest Metal Gear. The Patriots are using it to continue their power by censoring the one thing left that’s not under their control: the Internet.
Squall: ?!!
Deling: No more talk for now. We have to prepare you for destroying Arsenal Gear, the newest Metal Gear.
(end codec conversasion)

Deling handed Squall a small floppy disk. “This disk contains a virus, similar to MogDie. It’ll take out the components neccessary for Arsenal Gear to run. This will ruin the plans of the Patriots.”

He then backed away. “Well, that’s it. Now there’s only one thing left to do.” He then lunged straight at Squall’s SOCOM.

“Come on, you idiot!” he shouted. “Fire the damn gun! Any second now, the second check will be complete! You have to stop the nuke!”

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Deling slumped onto the ground, a bullet hole in his chest. However, it wasn’t Squall that fired.

Irvine put his gun away. “Oops, I guess my finger slipped. See you later, carrier boy.” With that, he slipped off.

Squall began to follow him, but Deling grabbed his leg. “No, he did us a favor. The launch can’t continue. Now, go. Stop Sephiroth!” With that, he died.

Squall exited the room, then called Steiner.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Colonel, the president’s-
Steiner: I…already know.
Squall: What should I do now?
Steiner: Your orders were to rescue the president and escape. However, given the recent turn of events, we have no choice but to go through with the president’s last requests.
Squall: How in the world do we destroy Arsenal Gear?
Steiner: Why don’t you just call Cloud? He’s your FAVORITE person! Why should I give all the advice?
Squall: Whatever.
(end codec conversasion)

(begin codec conversasion)
Cloud: I heard about the president.
Squall: How?
Cloud: Easy. I know how these missions work.
Squall: Oh. How’s the chopper?
Butz: It’s pretty badly damaged, but I can repair it. The guards are a bit preoccupied with something right now. Oh, and Squall, I have a request.
Squall: What is it this time?
Butz: My sister, Cara.
Squall: What? Your sister?
Butz: She was working her as one of Arsenal Gear’s top engineers. She’s still inside here. I want you to find her.
Squall: Any ideas where to look?
Cloud: My guess would be in one of the unflooded areas of the second floor basement. That’s where a lot of the programming went on. She might be able to help us.
Squall: How?
Butz: If she’s the engineer, then she can help us find a way to disarm Arsenal before it goes completely active. Besides, I haven’t seen her in a long time; I feel like I owe her a visit.
Squall: Fine, fine, I’ll go look.
Butz: Oh, and there’s one other thing.
Squall: What?
Butz: She’s afraid of water.
Cloud: Damnit, Butz! Most of the B2 is flooded!
Butz: I know. She used to swim like a fish, until she almost drowned in our pool. Now she won’t even put a bathing suit on.
Squall: Okay, I’ll think of a way to get her out of there.
(end codec conversasion)

Squall made his way through the murky water, until he reached a previously unexplored area. He opened the door to find a small room. A square-shaped catwalk stood over a pool of strange-looking water, with a large gap in the middle. Another door was on the other side, but the big problem was still in the room.

Hovering just over the gap was Vincent.

“So,” said Vincent, “you finally showed yourself.”

“Give it up!” shouted Squall. “The president’s dead. Your plans have failed!”

Vincent, however, was unfazed. “The final check was complete long before the president died, you fool! The weapon is ready for launch!”

Squall was completely dumbfounded. What the hell was going on here?

“The girl is up ahead,” continued the villain. “Of course, the room she’s in is flooding, so you’d better hurry if you want to save her.”

He motioned to the strange water. “This is modified ocean water. Once you fall in, you don’t come out. You’ll sink like a stone!” With that, he jumped in and, remarkably, began to swim!

(boss: Vincent)

Squall pulled out his M4 and kept his eyes on Vincent. When the vampire jumped out of the water, Squall quickly fired at the bullet hole in his forehead.

Angered, Vincent charged forward, knife drawn. Squall rolled to the side, then fired again. Vincent then jumped onto the support beams.

Suddenly, a vast array of knives began to fly out of every corner of the room. Squall dodged them, finally caught a glimpse of Vincent, then fired.

The vampire jumped back into the water, swam around, then leaped back out. Squall dodged some more knives, then continued to shoot.

Finally, Vincent was standing in front of the gap in the center of the platform. Squall fired one last shot into him, sending him falling backwards.

(end boss battle)

(to be continued)

Normalcy has been restored. Fics will gain work back again.

I just realized something:


So I have to cool off on this a day or two, even though I was planning to update today. There WILL be more chapters in my fics for the next update. I promise.

Ow… winces Sorry to hear that, Gallo. I hope you’ll find a way to clean out the problems.

Damn Weiila that was an awesome read. I can’t wait to see more ^^

Yes, it truly is a great piece of writing, Darkil. It’s not mine though, I just reposted it for Galloway. Guess that got a little fuzzy…

Vincent tumbled straight into the water, the battle having taken its toll on his strength. His body sank into the deep, bizzare water. Within seconds, Vincent had dissapeared entirely.

Squall then decided to call Cloud and Butz.

(begin codec conversasion)
Squall: Another terrorist down. It’s Vincent this time.
Butz: So, you killed the fag, huh?
Squall: What the hell?!
Cloud: Butz! This is no time for your prejudicial overtones!
Butz: Well, it’s true, isn’t it?
Cloud: He’s a BI, not a homosexual, Butz!
Squall: That would explain a lot…
Cloud: Anyway, back on topic. We found out the terrorist plan.
Squall: What is it?
Cloud: They want to “liberate” the area along the Galbadia River and turn it into some kind of a Republic.
Squall: So, unless they get their own nation, they’ll nuke Galbadia!
Cloud: No. It’s much worse than that.
Squall: Huh?
Butz: They’ll detonate the nuke while in the air.
Squall: What good is that?!
Butz: If they detonate it while it’s airborn, it’ll create an EMP-like field that’ll fry all electronics. With Galbadia being the economic center that it is, it’ll trigger a global depression, literally trapping the world in a living hell…
Squall: Okay, that’s a long enough narrative for now. So what do I do?
Cloud: Get Cara and make your way to the control room in B2 of the Shell 1 Core. She’ll be able to program the virus into the computer.
Squall: Got it.
(end codec conversasion)

(to be continued)

Short, but still good, Galloway. I’m glad you beat the evil wall there. :slight_smile:

I’m sorry, when did they say Vamp was Bi? I totally missed that line. Was it in one of Campbell’s codec calls?

I know I triggered it once, but I forgot where exactly. Also, Konami itself mentioned that he was bi, which was then taken as religion into the Metal Gear cult, which put it everywhere. So even if it was just a false memory or a complete rumor, it’s been accepted so strongly into the MGS2 community that I had to put something like that in there.

Besides, every single fanfic writer has made everyone from FF7 gay or bi at some point, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch.



Still having keyboard woes, eh?

No. My keyboard woes are fixed. In fact, there would have been a new Naar Saga RIGHT NOW if it wasn’t for the school’s damn censorship! I was growling at that lamer named Pinky, who posted links to porn sites!

thud Goddammit!

Damnit, they’ve already activated Metal Gear Porn then!

I’ll update after the next fanfic update, which should be sometime within the next century.