I'm not done with Ground Zero, I will still update that story, but I figured that between Ground Zero, and Metal Gear, maybe since it's a Metal Gear forum, I should continue with the events after Second Skin, lol. But I have taken a MUCH different turn on the story. Example, I have eliminated the script like format, and replaced with the regular quotes. Also, this story is in Solid Snake's point of view, hope you folks enjoy. :thumb:


April 29th 2012: The Phoenix crisis becomes averted.

May 13th 2012: Foxhound is made official unit within the Government.

September 27th 2013: One of the three Patriot leaders, codename EVA passes away.

February 11th 2014: Big Boss is revealed for a Patriot leader, and goes missing without a trace, along with his only partner left, Revolver Ocelot.

June 23rd 2014: Patriot operations become public, spreading panic among the United States and regions within Russia.

September 30th 2015: Roy Campbell is given full command over Foxhound as he did during the Zanzibar incident.

November 12th 2016: President Douglas Gordon is reelected as President.

January 13th 2017: Foxhound Metal Gear investigations in the Sahara discovers project Second Skin stripped apart in the desert.

August 18th 2017: The story continues...


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 jhgfdvirus, 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?”
“Mass produced...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.”
”I will.”
“And Snake.”
”Yeah Tyler?”
“Good luck, man.”
“Thanks.”

I opened the plane door, and put on my helmet while my team did the same, and in one fell swoop, all six of us headed down from the plane, and down to the Sahara. This was going to be unlike any mission I’ve ever endured....

Great start to the story bud! Can't wait for some of the action! :D

Thanks kiddo, and onto chapter two we go.

Chapter Two: Evolution in Warfare.

We all jumped from the plain, and down to the drop zone setting off all parachutes down along the way. Still, the whole time I spent coming down, all I could think about was what would be instore for us down there. This would be our first and last encounter with the Patriot army, and knowing what the Patriots are capable of, I doubt everyone here will leave the mission alive, it’s sad but true. Just a part of war I guess...

“Hey Snake, how far are we from the drop zone?”
“115 feet in elevation.”
“Okay...oh crap!! Look out!!”

Already on our way down, and there were enemy Saharan patrols trying to gun us down from the ground. So we all took out our M16’s and started shooting from above. They all ran behind some rocks in the sand, and pulled out their guns from behind, and shot more and more. I felt three bullets land directly at me, but the rubber from my suit protected me, so I grabbed a grenade and simply dropped it when we were 82 feet from the ground. They all tried running, but the blast took all five of them, clearing the area. That sure didn’t take long.

“Okay, we’re in the clear for now, right Snake?”
“Don’t count on it, look over there.”
“What?”
“Dammit, Snake’s right Chameleon, there’s more patrols coming.”
“Are they Patriots?”
“No, their gear’s too...modern, they’re definately more enemy Saharan patrols.”
“Too modern? What do you mean by that, Snake?”
“You’ll see, just get ready.”

I instantly dropped myself from my parachute’s straps, and landed on the drop zone while I rolled behind the rubber drop zone, and tossed a grenade over my head, and right on the ground below their truck, blowing it clear to bits along with the patrols inside. But then two more Saharans grabbed me from behind and pulled me down, but when I was down, Cobra took his M16, and gunned each one down when he was right above them. NOW the area was clear.

“Nice work, Cobra.”
“Thanks Snake.”
“Okay, our arsenal is to the left, along with one of the Foxhound jeeps, so we can head into the Patriot base north from here. There should be heavy duty battle going on over there, so be careful. And be on the lookout for any Patriot ops. So far, we only know about two. Smoke, and their leader, Spectator. Odds are there are others we don’t know about, but we’ll come across them soon enough. So be on your guard, and let’s get ready.”

I didn’t see an ounce of fear on any of my teams faces, which was exactly what I needed. So we all strapped up, put on our extra gear such as our helmets, and sonars, and got inside the jeep. I let Cobra drive while Hawk sat in the passenger side. As for the rest of us, well, Bull was in the back of the jeep, along with Doberman and Chameleon. I was mounted on the jeep’s turret gun ready to gun down anyone that got in our way, which was naturally a given.

So we were all driving down the sand to the base on a massive strip of land. We were around half a mile in, when more Saharans came at us in their own jeeps. Doberman and Hawk were about to frag them, but I told them to keep an eye on my six while I grasped the turret gun tightly, and began unloading on the enemy patrols. Countless bullets, shooting clear through the sand straight into them while Doberman started shooting at more enemies from behind me. It seeemed really odd. I mean these guys are trying to take down the Patriots, but our mission briefing was stated that if we come across them, kill them, I mean, I never ask why I have to kill anyone, I’ll do it, but why are they coming at us like this? Hell, it was almost as if we were after THEM as opposed to the Patriots. What the hell are they after?

Dammit, one problem after another here on this mission! First we’re all dealing with the Saharans, now THIS?! And by this, I of course mean the two artillery tanks exiting from the massive base two miles away from us. Now THIS was what a taste of the Patriots defenses were like...just great. They both stood within a 20 foot radius, that’s standard in artillery tank distance when in action. And at the same time, both tanks opened fire, and in a second, two massive artillery shells exploded from behind us, almost getting the back of our jeep. Then Hawk started to yell at Cobra to floor it, and Cobra responded with, “I’m going as fast as I can!” But then I told him, “Listen, when I tell you to, turn pretty sharply. We’re gonna zig zag around the area a bit, and in the end be directly between both tanks.” Naturally they all thought I was crazy, but they did what I told them since artillery tanks can’t possibly open fire in their own location without blowing themselves to bits.

So Cobra floored it while the artilleries fired again, I waited until the shells were half way at our location before I shouted for Cobra to go left. Then the tanks shot again, this time, I shouted a right. They were just wasting shells while I got off the turret, and grabbed a hold of the back of the van while I shouted for Cobra to floor it and headed right between the artillery tanks. I then said, “Okay, everyone out, we gotta take care of these tanks. Move out!”

So I got back on the turrets while Hawk and Doberman jumped on top of the tank, and opened the hatches leading to the cockpit, and unloaded their guns on the drivers inside. But then the drivers in the other artillery tank got out in the open armed with grenade launchers, fortunately, I predicted this, and unloading my turret gun on all three of them. This place was clear, now we can enter the base.

We all entered the base before the tank entrance could be shut. We were inside the walls of the Patriots base of operations, this central area was open, there was no ceiling, and the sun still shot down on us like a magnifying glass on ants. There were just countless Saharan bodies all around us, and no signs of Patriot casualties from what I could tell. “Wow, what in the hell happened here?” Said Doberman while I responded with, “I don’t intend on finding out, right now we just have to do our best to shut them down, so odds are this was a battle with the Patriots Metal Gears. Just remember, any Metal Gears we come across, we will be responsible for destroying, got it?” They all responded with a yes sir. But while we were heading through the central section of inside the walls, my sonar began vibrating faster then bullets. Then Hawk asked me, “Hey, my sonar’s going off.” And the others replied with yeah, mine too. Suddenly, I knew what was going on, and ordered all my men to hide behind the sandbags near the gate. So we all did, and then three massive MG Arachnids came stomping down in the area. We stayed as low as we could near the sand bags, while those behemoths came through. These Metal Gears weren’t equipped with AI like the RAY’s Raiden was up against ten years ago, these had pilots who I could hear over the cockpit of each Metal Gear.

“No sign of any more enemy patrols, reporting back to the hangers.”

I used my scope and zoomed in on the Metal Gears, each one had massive blood stains on their feet, and legs, all these guys were stomped, they didn’t even bother wasting any ammo on the Saharans. My team was already starting to freak out a bit, but it didn’t bother me. I’ve seen what every Metal Gear is capable of, and these new ones are no different from the others. I only hope the others figure that out before we can destroy this place, along with the entire Patriot army.

Chapter Three: Familiar Faces.

As soon as the MG Aracnids headed back into their hangers, we got out from the cover, and headed down through the sand covered ground, and across the slaughter zone where the Saharans once stood. The others looked horrified by what had happened, hell, even Cobra, the most experienced soldier here aside from me said, “Christ...I’m gonna be sick.” But I told him and the others to suck it up, since this wouldn’t be the end of the mindless slaughter we’d see upon this mission.

But as soon as we were in the middle of the field exterior section of the base, we had to go back for cover seperately when a massive group of soldiers came walking out of the interior of the base. As soon as the door was open, I signalled for Chameleon to enter the interior of the base, that way he could get the rest of us in through the security locks of the base. But the place had several retinal scanners which go active once the camera spots someone attempting to enter the base, fortunately Chameleon’s sneaking suit, along with the rest of us are equipped with stealth camouflage, designed by Otacon.

“Okay, I’m in, Snake, but it may take some time to breach the security over here. Spectator has his entire base pretty secure,” said Chameleon over my com piece. So we’ll continue to scan the area after the soldiers are dealt with...but you wouldn’t believe who was among the Patriot soldiers...”Okay, so far, each group of those Saharan dogs has been dealt with, but we need to be on the lookout for those other agents,” said Smoke. That bastard...I should’ve put a damn bullet in his head back at Korydalos...I still can’t get over the fact that he’s still alive, I just can’t...

“Sir, what about alpha team?”
“They’re all dead, the commander informed me that those agents killed everyone inside the artillery tanks...and one of them was wearing a familiar blue bandana.”
“Who is that?”
“His name is Solid Snake.”
“Who?”
“He’s a legendary soldier, who isn’t afraid of anything...but is VERY guillible, hahahaha.”

I honestly had to restrain myself from taking my gun, and unloading every clip I had on him. But I didn’t when I saw another soldier walk over to Smoke and his men. This guy didn’t look familiar. No, he looked to be in his late 30’s, in the same gear as the other soldiers, but wasn’t wearing a helmet. He had short hair, and was wearing black shades. “Smoke, Spectator wants to see you right away, go, I’ll take care of things here,” said this other guy. Smoke nodded and headed back into the base. Then this guy signalled for the units to search the area while he slowly wandered around the field. These guys were tearing the place apart, searching for Saharans...and us. Fortunately Chameleon signalled for the rest of us to enter the base. Everyone else managed to get in, but since mine wasn’t equipped with Stealth camo, it was harder for me to enter, and the instant Hawk managed to get in, the Patriot soldiers heard the steel footsteps of him entering the base, they ran right for the base, but then I ordered Chameleon to shut off the entrance.

They were safe, but they used their scanners to find some body heat in my direction. “Look over here, there’s strange heat coming from this direction. He couldn’t be far.” Stealth wouldn’t help me here, so I took a magazine, and tossed it away from my position. The second they look away, I tossed a smoke grenade in the center of the field, and ran behind one of the soldiers. “He’s using stealth!! Use thermal vision now!!” They all started shooting at me, but I ran more, and grabbed one of the soldiers, and used him as a human shield while they shot and shot at him. I then ran at the soldier coming at me, and shoved the body at him while I launched my frag grenade, taking out around five of them.

Then the guy in the shades ducked down, and ran back in through the hanger entrance. I could hear him ordering those two pilots to come back out with their Aracnids. At that point, I then ordered Chameleon to REopen the entrance, but he said opening it took time. Dammit, now I’m stuck with the remaining six units, and now two MG Aracnids to eliminate, and my mission hasn’t even officially started yet....well, this day sure gets better and better.

the story is good, but i got lost in chapter 3, and some of it didn't make sense. also ther is a lot of 'i did this and i did that'. plus its uses past and present tense at some times. made up for by he story line though! :thumb:

Yo folks, sorry for taking so damn long, but I've been EXTREMELY busy lately, and Liberation takes much longer to write then Second Skin did. But we're back, lol. Enjoy. :thumb:

Chapter Four: Heavy Fire Power.

“I see Snake now!! You two, head to the south, and fire at the mini barreck near the south gate!” Said the team commander, ordering his men to hunt me down. Fortunately I used one of my chaffs, and cut off their thermal vision was able to use my stealth camo, and crawl as far away from the barreck as I could, but not before planting a couple of claymores in the area, of course.

They were still in clearing mode, since they knew I was in the area, but still couldn’t find me. One soldier searched the area, yelling clear while his partner ordered them to move on. I was still invisible, but the chaff was starting to wear off, so I had to act fast. So I tossed a grenade in front of the first clearing team, and blew them straight to hell. “Son of a bitch!! Where’s he at?!!!” said the commander again as he ordered the two aracnids to monitor the eastern gate. But on their way there, the chaff wore off, and I was visible again. The commander soon saw me, and ordered his men along with Aracnids to shoot at will. I ran near the barreck where the trap was set up, and gunned down one of the soldiers while the last three ran for cover. There were approximately four claymores set in my barreck, and I now had both the MG Aracnids running at me. This was going perfectly. So the morons operating the Aracnids chose to try and stomp on me instead of using their weapons, huh? That’s perfectly fine with me, hell, they’re bothing going to be crippled by this anyways, haha.

The first Aracnid, right next to the other jumped to the barreck while I jumped as far as I could from the barreck, fortunately this new suit provided faster recoils for certain joints in the legs and arms, so I was able to jump pretty damn far while the Aracnid landed with all eights down on the concrete barreck, stomping it flat while the claymores planted on the roof blew up, blowing off the Aracnid’s legs while it’s body flew into the second Aracnid, blowing them both up, along with the three soldiers taking cover. Now how’s that for taking care of a pest problem?

I then got down and codeced Chameleon on his status with the locks. “Chameleon, have the locks been disabled yet?” But he responded with a negative, since that man in the shades saw me and headed back in the base, he’s placed the entire place on lockdown.
“So I’m stuck outside?”
“No, not yet, Snake, I’ve codeced Dr. Emmerich to deactivate the locks from our base. It may take a while though.”
”Not enough time for that, I’ll need you guys to find a way to open the hangers. We’ll meet up there.”
”Copy that, Snake.”

But as I walked to the hanger entrance, I looked behind me, and saw a massive tank driving straight through the sand and straight to the open gate. I thought it was a mirage, that maybe the heat of the Sahara was getting to me, but dammit, it was real. So I ran to the edge of the wall, pressing my back so they wouldn’t see me,and these guys just literally plowed through the Aracnid wreck site, and straight into the hanger gate. Then, seconds later, several more Saharans jumped out the tank, and gunned down the Patriot soldiers inside while they all tried to hijack the Aracnids inside. I didn’t know the Saharans were after such heavy fire power, but here we are, right?

The first Saharan managed to get the Aracnid operational, but the second it was on its’ eights, the body began to short circuit for some reason. Electricity was pulsing through its’ entire body while it walked back in the outer section of the base. The Saharans followed it, and tried to get the man inside out while he was screaming, but the thing just blew up instantly, wiping them all out. That’s when I received a strange codec call.

”I hope you enjoyed that little show, Snake, I know I did.”
”Who are you?”
“The men running the show here.”
”Spectator?”
“Spectator is merely our mortal face, Snake.”
”What?”

I didn’t understand who this was, or why he was calling me, but I began to worry. “Snake, you don’t honestly expect to be able to defeat us do you?”
“We’ll see, won’t we?”
“No, sadly, you won’t live long enough to see.”
“Is that right?”

The communication then broke off, while my unit came for me. I don’t know what that was, but I got a sneaking suspicion that this may have something to do with Second Skin’s overload. Whoever this guy was, was most likely what overloaded Second Skin to a point where it was just oblitherated. My question, is who?

I've only read the last chapter. It seemed alright, except for a few things. Personally, I hate reading in the first person ("I") as opposed to the third ("he"). Unless you left it out on purpose "arachnid" has an "h." There are couple things that are grammatically incorrect, but it's not bad overall. If you want, PM me and I can send you a corrected version of it.

I knew I should've used spell check, lol. Thanks, glad you like it. But if you'd like a third person story, you should check out the first one, Metal Gear Solid: Second Skin, I think you'll enjoy that one. :thumb:

But thanks again, I'll run spell check and grammer errors again, thanks for bringing that to my attention, bud. :thumb:

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