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But remember, Wraith and Dreamscape are the main antagonists, I am just a liuetenant.

Metal Gear Solid: The Fight for Freedom

The year, 2028, the place, the country formerly known as the United States of America. A country which overcame the British, established its' own 13 colonies, and developed a strong sense of independence. Until a group known as The Patriots re-established its' own dominance within the U.S. The Patriots were considered to have run the entire country for over 100 years, the world kept spinning, which the Patriots behind everything occuring in the states and the entire world. Finally, the U.S. had decided to fight back, and would once again, re-establish independence in their home. What no one would have predicted was how powerful the Patriots truly were, and that when at war, things would change forever. The Patriots had, without a doubt, the most established military power in the entire world, and when war broke loose....all Hell broke loose.

The United States had become crushed by the awesome might of the Patriots, as did every other country who fought against the oppressive power known as the Patriots. Millions and millions of people slaughtered in an instant while survivors either joined the side of the Patriots, or chose to keep the fight on in the remains of their cities and states. The Patriots were simply unstoppable, it would only be a matter of time before they conquered the entire world. But one organization, now spread into a universal Anti-Patriot unit, would not allow this. This group was known as Foxhound.

Foxhound was set up of the most elite soldiers from all around the globe, with the soul purpose, of destroying the Patriots once and for all. Hatred in nations abolished, racism terminated, differences put aside, all countries and all nations reformed Foxhound from an anti-terrorism unit into the greatest military power in the entire world. This, is their story........


North Africa, March 5th, 3:38 pm.

The sounds of bullets flying from all points in between echoed in the ears of thousands as African rebel forces unleashed war against the enemy. Hundreds of soldiers, dressed in rags, camo, and whatever body armor they could find unloaded their Ak's, assault rifles, and grenades. While at the same time, Dozens of Patriot soldiers, wearing reinforced body armor, greyish black helmets, with glowing red visor eyes, armed with the latest in weaponry unloaded their rifles. As two or three Patriot soldiers fell to their deaths, an entire front line up of the rebel forces were sent down in the dirt ground covered in bullet holes and blood.

One rebel then climbed up the remains of a small brick house, and tossed a grenade at the Patriots, eliminating at least ten when suddenly a fully armored soldier approached this lone soldier from the front line up, wieldling a grenade of his own. Frightened by the sight of this man, the rebel grabbed his Ak and howled like a mad man as he shot endless rounds into this single soldier. And to his shock, each and every bullet merely deflected off of his armor as the soldier grabbed his highly powered gas shotgun in one hand, and tossed the grenade in the other directly at the lone soldier, blowing him to nothing before he had a chance to jump.

The armored soldier then went straight into the crossfires of both sides, and entered the remains of the small African village, blowing countless soldiers away with his shotgun. One rebel ran straight to him with a grenade in his hands, attempting to blow the armored soldier to bits, but the soldier merely grabbed the rebel by his wrist, and snapped it, as he pointed his shotgun from point blank at the rebels face, and literally blew his head to pieces while the remaining rebels threw down their weapons in fear. They never stood a chance....

Rebel#1: Please!! No!! We surrender. Do no shoot us, please!

The Patriot soldiers then surround those remaining rebels aiming their rifles directly at them, while they rounded them all up one by one and placed them in massive vans where they'd be placed in Patriot POW camps. The armored soldier then wandered down the road in the center of the village as he contacted his superiors.

Cold Stone: Commander, sir, the village is secured, all remaining rebels will be rounded up one by one, and further actions, I will leave to you.
Wraith: Very good, Liuetenant. Be sure to rid the village of any Foxhound units in the area as well. We've already lost our station in Central Ameria. I do not want them taking back our already established territory.
Cold Stone: Understood sir.

As Cold Stone hung up his radio, his sergeant, Nightmare, approached him with unfortunate news.

Nightmare: Sir, our patrols have just spotted an abandoned communications station in the upper hills. It could be Foxhound units. What shall we do?
Cold Stone: Send two hover units to the hills to investigate. Contact me when you have a confirmation.
Nightmare: Yes sir.

As Nightmare headed to his soldiers, Cold Stone saw a small brick house still in one piece, and decided to enter it. He opened the door, and looked around, chuckling as he found it in ruins. He walked over the rubble, and picked up a small picture of two African boys with their sister smiling together. Cold Stone simply laughed, as he tossed the picture to the ground, and headed back for the door. But before he could exit, he heard some rubble fall from a massive pile in the corner. Cold Stone stared at it, and saw it motionless, so he used the sensors in his body, and detected a another being in the house. Amused, Cold Stone slowly approached the pile, and reached into it, and pulled out a young little girl, frightened and in tears.

Cold Stone: Oh...what have we here?
Little Girl: P-please!! Don't hurt me!!
Cold Stone: Ahh...I know who you are...you're the little girl in the picture, aren't you? And those two young boys are your brothers, aren't they? Where are they now? I promise I won't hurt them.

The little girl then began to cry greatly, as she pointed to the second room. Cold Stone simply looked through the broken wall, and saw two dead bodies, both the little boys in the picture, crushed from the fallen parts of the house. He then started laughing far greatly, as he grabbed the little girl, and tossed her outside of the house. Once the sight of the girl fell upon the eyes of the Patriot soldiers, they immediately ran up to her, ready to fire, but Cold Stone stopped his men from killing her.

Cold Stone: No, do not kill her, we can use her.
Patriot Soldier: How so?
Cold Stone: That communications tower might still work, if it does, then we'll use her to draw out the Foxhound scum.
Patriot Soldier: And if it doesn't?
Cold Stone: I'll put a bullet in her cute little head myself...

Unknown to all of the Patriots was the presence of a single survivor among the rebels in the base. There were only about two dozen rebels there, mostly a mix of former US and South African army grunts.
All but him were killed. He hid in a copse of bushes and reed on a small hill overlooking the village from about twenty meters away from the perimeter. He had buried himself halfway in the ground, only his head and his arms showed. The quarter meter of dirt piled ontop of him would protect him from the Patriot’s active EM scans.
Across his body crawled the supersized African cousins of the small American centipedes, stick bugs and crickets. He paid them no mind, and likewise they treated him as just another rock.
He was an old man, looking to be almost sixty or maybe even in his mid sixties. You could tell because his neatly two inch cut hair and goatee was steel gray, still getting lighter, and his face showed the deep wrinkles of venerability, but lacking the fine lines or liver spots of great old age. His sleeves were adorned in an old Marpat digital camo shirt in a creamy caramel, a dull gray, and a grass green. His had was decorated with a hood, hand sewen from green and tan blotched camo net, and a pair of old electronic binoculars used by the US marines back at the first few years of the millennium. They could zoom, and switch from standard to light amp mode. Unlike the Patriot’s goggles, they could not use InfraRed or active Ladar, or record audio and video. But for his purposes, they worked.
His hands carefully gripped a Heckler and Koch G3 Battle Rifle, wrapped haphazardly in the same camo net as his hood. The G3 was an old assault rifle, but it had the accuracy of the M-16, along with the rugged reliability of the AK-47.
He looked through the scope of the G3 toward the two Patriot soldiers in the middle of a heated debate over the fate of the little African girl that was just thrown onto the ground. As much as he wanted to save her, he knew he could not.
You see, this man knew all along exactly how the Patriots were going to attack the village. When he saw them coming from the town observatory, he simply took a passing glance at their peculiar movements and knew exactly what their strategy was going to be. The Patriots would opt for a surprise attack, coming at the village from the forest to the East. The villagers would flee downhill to the river west, where more Patriots would lie camouflaged in ambush. After the village was surrounded, the Patriots would send in one of their commandos to flush out anyone who might be hiding.
Just as he predicted, that’s exactly what they did. He tried to warn the villagers about their tactics, but none of them believed him. None of them thought he could deduce that much of their strategy simply by glancing at their movements from afar. They all paid the price.
He alone hid in the one place he knew they wouldn’t be, the brambles to the south. He would wait them out there, and when there was only a minute patrol left, he would go in for the kill, leaving only one alive for interrogation.
The old man took his eye out of the scope to rest it.
In front of him, the transparent image of a small green parrot with an orange beak flapped into existence and landed in front of him. He talked to the ghostly parrot with a pleasant Cajun accent.

OLD MAN
Well hello there… great grandpa.

The ghostly parrot tilted its head at the old man and chirped lightly.

OLD / DON QUINCY
Come to watch over old Don Quincy yet again eh?
What are you trying to tell me great grandpa?

The ghostly parrot stared straight down at the village, Don Quincy knew it was looking right at the Patriot Commando he would later come to know as ColdStone. The ghostly parrot turned back and chirped Quincy.

DON QUINCY
It’s that man isn’t it? He’s someone special isn’t he?

The ghostly parrot ruffled its feathers.

DON QUINCY
No one ever believes me great grandpa… when I tell them what the Patriot’s are gonna’ do next. No one ever believes me. And they all die because of it.
Once again I’m the only one left alive.

The ghostly parrot lowered its head and made a sad caw.

DON QUINCY
Don’t be too sad. You’ve saved more lives than you can imagine. If they knew how I knew the enemies' every intent, that you told me… well they would lock me away for it.
And then you wouldn’t be able to save any lives.

The ghostly parrot chirped excitedly and bobbed its head up and down.

DON QUINCY
I still don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me great grandpa.
Am I in danger? Should I charge to the rescue? Should I run?

The ghostly parrot ruffles its feathers and cawed sadly.

DON QUINCY
Maybe I should just watch.

The ghostly parrot begins to whistle some unknown theme song, and then slowly fades away. It’s voice echoes inside Don Quincy’s head for a few more seconds before it too, fades away.

DON QUINCY
This is the beginning isn’t it great grandpa? This is where it all starts doesn’t it?

The Patriots continue their business as usual in the village, none of them with the slightest inkling of their secret observer.

After Don Quincy continued to monitor over Cold Stone and the Patriots, he used his scope and watched as the two Patriot soldiers dragged the little girl into a hovercraft which they used to drive up the hill. Cold Stone however, placed the Patriot flag in the center of the village as he then headed up the hills with the hovercraft.

Cold Stone: So how old are you, sweetie?
Little Girl: N-nine.
Cold Stone: Nine? Wow....so young, so eager to witness what life has in store for you...just prey to God that my plan works, because otherwise, you won't live to see much.

However, half way up, Cold Stone' sensors went active, and detected another being in the area, which wasn't a Patriot. So Cold Stone ordered his men to stop as he and his men exited the hovercraft and headed to that spot. Cold Stone knew that this wasn't an ordinary remaining rebel.

Cold Stone: Check those bushes.
Patriot Soldier: Yes sir.

The soldier approached the bushes slowly, readying his rifle for fire, when suddenly a single shot was fired, and the soldier fell right down to the floor with a bullet clear through his helmet. Enraged, the second soldier ran straight for the bushes, firing his rifle, thinking he'd have put a few holes in his enemy. But when he reached the bushes, nothing was there, just a corpse of another rebel. Confused by this sight, the Patriot soldier examined the body, and detected no fresh bullet holes, meaning that it wasn't him. But just before that soldier could leave for the hovercraft, a frag grenade had landed right next to his feet.

Patriot Soldier: Oh shit!!

The frag went off in an instant as the Patriot soldiers' body flew in the sky covered in flames, and rolled right back to Cold Stone. So Cold Stone simply kicked the body out of his way and grabbed the little girl by the shoulder. The girl, frightened by Cold Stone, began crying again, as Cold Stone began laughing as he pulled his Desert Eagle out of his holster, and pointed it right behind the young girls' head.

Cold Stone: Come on out! I know you're out there!

But still, Don Quincy remained silent, aiming his rifle right at Cold Stone's head. But he knew his helmet would deflect the bullets. So he put his rifle down, and readied his frag, when the sight of the little girl caught his attention.

Don Quincy: Oh no....Great Grandpa....look. He's got the girl...what do I do? I-I cannot risk putting her life in jeopardy.

The parrot stared at Quincy and started bobbing his head at the sight of the young girl.

Don Quincy: I could take him out right here and now, and that would be a significant blow to the Patriots...but if I do, I'll kill an innocent little girl, and that's something I cannot have on my conscience....

The parrot then nodded as did Quincy as he dropped his weapon, and got up to his feet, revealing himself to Cold Stone. Amused by the sight of the rebel being a mere old man, Cold Stone began hollering as he tossed the girl back in the hovercraft.

Cold Stone: Good Lord, I've been getting all worked up, over an old FOSSIL?! Hahaha!!!
Don Quincy: You won't get away with this....
Cold Stone: We'll see about that....drop whatever weapons you have on you, and get inside of the hovercraft.

Following Cold Stone's orders, Quincy tossed aside his rifle, several of his grenades, and his knife, but secretly kept on him a single frag grenade, and his hand gun. Cold Stone bought it, and ordered him to get in the hovercraft. But Quincy still didn't understand how Cold Stone could detect him since he had so much dirt piled atop of him. As Quincy entered the hovercraft, he demanded answers.

Don Quincy: How were you able to detect me? I had buried myself in the dirt, and was perfectly camouflaged. how did you see me?
Cold Stone: Yes indeed, old man...it's unusual when a single soldier, let alone an old timer like you can eliminate two fully armed Patriot soldiers, but unlike them, I don't use EM scanners. My entire body is equipped with surgically implanted motion sensor scanners. I can hear you from your very heart beat. And no mere animal has a heart beat at the rate of a human. Yours' was rather slow, mammals, typically squirells, or rabbits have a heartbeat at least 100 times faster.
Don Quincy: What do you plan to do with me and the girl?
Cold Stone: To use the two of you to draw out Foxhound patrols.
Don Quincy: You only need one of us, why not leave the girl, and take me instead?
Cold Stone: The more, the merrier. Besides, if I were to do that, I'd have already killed one of you, now enough talk, old man.

As Don Quincy was being led by the Patriot soldiers, he stopped for a moment and turned around, back toward the bushes. The ghostly transparent image of the green parrot still stool on the ground, staring at him.
The others stopped and turned to where he was looking as well. They saw nothing. But the little African girl, she looked at that same spot and her eyes went wide an her mouth hung open. The slightest glance at her expression and Don Quincy knew she could see the parrot as well.
The ghostly parrot flapped its wings and lifted off the ground. Only a few feet into the air, it disappeared into nothing. The little African girl blinked several times, apparently in disbelief of seeing the ghostly parrot vanish into thin air before her eyes.
ColdStone grumbled under his breath.

COLDSTONE
What the hell are you staring at old fart?

DON QUINCY
Nothing.

One of the Patriot soldiers pushed against his shoulder with the butt of his gun. Quincy grudgingly turned back around and stepped onto the hovercraft. The patriots dragging the little girl followed.
The hovercraft lifted off and began to set off toward an unknown destination.
Quincy was sat on a bench in the center of the hovercraft, while ColdStone was seated directly in front of him, and the little girl a few behind. A Patriot soldier walked up to Quincy.

PATRIOT SOLDIER A
Don’t approach the sides of the hovercraft or I’ll shoot out a kidney.

Quincy nodded compliantly.
Another Patriot soldier walked up to ColdStone and dropped a rolled up sheet in front of him.

PATRIOT SOLDIER B
This is everything the geezer dropped, and what we found near where he was.

ColdStone unwrapped the blanket. Various things were inside.
He picked up the folding knife Quincy dropped to the ground. It had a wood and ivory grip, and a rather dull, pattern welded blade.

COLDTSONE
What a cheap looking pocket knife.

DON QUINCY
Actually it’s quite valuable, it dates from the American revolutionary war.

COLDSTONE
Shutup old man, I wasn’t talking to you.

ColdStone dropped the knife and picked up two small axes with cast iron blades. He turned around toward Quincy.

COLDSTONE
Handaxes?

DON QUINCY
Tomahawks, they’re tomahawks.

COLSTONE
And why do you carry tomahawks?

DON QUINCY
Hand them to me and I’ll show you.

COLDSTONE
Very funny old man.

ColdStone dropped the tomahawks back onto the sheet.
He looked some more at what was there.

COLDSTONE
Cheap ass electronic goggles, grag-grenades, smoke grenades, flashbangs, now here’s something.

ColdStone picked up Quincy’s rifle in his hands.

COLDSTONE
HK G3? This gun’s almost as old as you are.
Actually… just how old are you?

DON QUINCY
Sixty five.

COLDSTONE
And you’re still fighting in big battles?

DON QUINCY
My great, great, great grandfather was fighting in big battles when he was a hundred. Though I just call him great grandpa because it’s shorter.

COLDSTONE
Yeah whatever.

ColdStone drops the rifle back into the blanket.

COLDSTONE
Take this stuff down into the hold. I don’t want him getting his hands back on it.

A patriot soldier soluted ColdStone, rewrapped the sheet containing Quincy’s now liberated weapons, and carried it over his shoulder to a hatch he climbed down into the body of the hovercraft.
Quincy sighed.
He stood up and stepped over several seats to the little African girl whom he sat next to. She shifted away from him in her seat.

DON QUINCY
I won’t hurt you.
My name is Don Price Quincy. People usually call me the Vagrant.

AFRICAN GIRL
Why?

Quincy reaches into his shirt and pulls out a tin of Old Crow bourbon at the end of a necklace. He takes a sip and puts it back.

DON QUINCY
I have the funny habit of being the only survivor of dangerous missions.
You saw the parrot didn’t you?

The African girl nodded.

DON QUINCY
There aren’t many people who can see him. If you can, that means you’re special. It means you got certain wits about you that other people don’t. Now that could mean allot of things, or it could mean nothing at all.
It’s just something to think about.

The African girl nodded again.

DON QUINCY
What’s your name?

The little girl then looked at Quincy in curiousity, but before she could answer, Cold Stone intervened.

Cold Stone: What did I say, old man? Keep your mouth shut!
Don Quincy: Alright, calm down.
Little Girl: *Whispers near Quincy's ear* I'll tell you when THEY aren't around.
Don Quincy: Okay.

While the two continued on, Cold Stone received a message from his hover units, involving the communications center.

Hover Soldier: Sir. We've reached the communications center, you were right, it is a Foxhound station.
Cold Stone: Excellent, we're on our way now. And we have another visitor we'll be taking on the way.
Hover Soldier: Who?
Cold Stone: Old man, what's your name?
Don Quincy: Call me "Vagrant."
Cold Stone: Interesting codename....Bravo, be sure to run a full search on the codename of
Vagrant. But regardless, it's just an old man. But he's certainly got the warrior's spirit in him.
Hover Soldier: Will do, sir.

Cold Stone then exited the passenger side, and sat near Quincy and the child. As he stared back at Quincy, the word Vagrant continued to pop into his mind. His mind continued to arise with curiousity of the enigma standing before him.

Cold Stone: Vagrant huh?
Don Quincy: Yes.
Cold Stone: When did you receive this codename?
Don Quincy: Long before you were even born.
Cold Stone: *chuckles* You'd be surprised...
Don Quincy: What's that supposed to mean?
Cold Stone: Nevermind that old man. You had a scope on you among the rest of that garbage, why were you spying on us?
Don Quincy: I wanted to see what you and your group were doing. You already wiped out my entire unit. All for what? What good does seiging this village do to you people?
Cold Stone: World conquest to every inch of the globe. Letting a single village be will jeopardize that. You alone have probably killed a few of my men, so there you go.
Don Quincy: These were peaceful people you son of a bitch. And you eradicated them!
Cold Stone: They could've submitted, like you and the girl.
Little Girl: I hope you get killed!
Cold Stone: *chuckles* Pardon?
Little Girl: You killed my entire family!!
Cold Stone: And I'll finish the rest of your family by killing YOU if you don't shut the hell up!
Don Quincy: You know, your soldiers seem far more articulate, and balanced...YOU however, seem...darker, more gruff.
Cold Stone: Hahaha....well old man, let's just say I've seen my share of battles too.
Don Quincy: And the only thing that's kept you alive for all those battles is that armor of yours. A true soldier doesn't need to wear such a thing to stay alive. He uses instinct, he uses camouflage, he uses every last resource he can get his hands on-
Cold Stone: And that's exactly why YOUR soldiers get slaughtered. The art of war has changed since your time, old man. If you have the resources to keep safe, why not use them?
Don Quincy: Because then you're not a real soldier.

That last comment enraged Cold Stone. He instantly rose from his seat, and clutched Don Quincy by the throat, and got right in his face as Quincy stared right into the glowing red eyes on Cold Stone's helmet, and saw his reflection staring back at him through Cold Stone's eyes.

Cold Stone: If you ever say that again, I will break you in half, Vagrant...understand me?
Don Quincy: *Gasping* Y-yes.

Cold Stone then tossed Quincy aside as he gasped for breath with the little girl standing besides him as she helped Quincy back up, although her help didn't do much. When suddenly Cold Stone received another report from Nightmare.

Nightmare: Liuetenant, it appears there may be Foxhound units stationed here yet. We've just found several Patriot soldiers dead in the village.
Cold Stone: Search the area, and kill any you find...no, better yet....disarm them, and bring them to me, I want to have some fun with them.
Nightmare: Yes sir.

And by the time the two were done discussing, the hovercraft had reached the communications station. Cold Stone then took Quincy and the child into the station along with his hovercraft pilot and two other Patriot soldiers.

- Ooops, lols. Edits. Read below posts as to why I edited it out.

Uhhh...There was a mistake in your post.

You see Foxhound supports the rebels.

SSTG, you gotta edit that up bud. Foxhounds are the good guys, and the rebels are trying to help in any way they can. They aren't after one another. ;)

Lols. My mistake. I thought it was an all out war between all of us. :P I'll just edit the whole thing out. Forget I even posted here yet. ;)

Allright first attempt so forgive me if it's terrible

Cold Stone's sensors imidiently began to kick in from his suit but were not working as well as they could due to the radio waves and high level of electronics present in the building, but he knew, there was definetly Foxhound in there.

Cold Stone stepped into the center of the room, railings were above him and the room poorly lit due to damage it had received but a lot of light getting in through the open doorway. The 2 patriot soldiers stood eitherside of Quincy by the doorway, eagerly waiting for him to make a move so they could lay a shot into him.

"Heh.." Cold Stone mumbled realising about the interfearence the radio waves were causing, "You!" he said as he pointed to the hovercraft soldier "Cut the power to the building", "Y-Yes Sir!" the gaurd said stuttering his yes then looking in fear of Cold Fear before walking outside to the powerboxes.

"FOXHOUND!!" Cold Fear yelled into the darkness as he kicked the girl forward onto the ground. "I know you're in here, come out now and I can make your death... relativly painless" he continued to yell into the darkness. Cold Stone then unholstered his pistol and aimed it at the girl and shot it at her, missing vital organs but the blood poured out and she screamed, "You now have a time limit Foxhound, you can still save this little girl, but eventurlly if you wait too long, she WILL die from blood loss".

Quincy looked in anger at what was happening before him, wanting to help but knowing that it would be surely suicidal...

Would of looked longer if I put spaces in the speach...

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Allright by order of BigK adding my character to ze post

Meanwhile outside...
The hover gaurd walked upto the power boxes and looking at them puzzled, "Hmm guess really pulling any wire out is bound to turn something off" he mumbled to himself. Then just as he reached over he heard "Freeze!", he turned around to see 5 Rebels behind him with a gun poking into him. Nikali was one of these rebels and he made a head guesture to the hovercraft and a rebel disarmed the Patriot Soldier as the other one escorted him to the hover craft.

Then Nikali and the other 2 rebels headed to the com center door. The 2 Rebel soldiers then grabbed the 2 Patriots who were either side of Quincy and slid a knife into their back hoping to get in silently but Cold Stone could still hear it, he turned around alarmed "Huh? Oh Where do you Rebels keep coming from?" he laughed, completly uneffected by the site of 2 of his patriot soldiers dead.

"DIIIIE!!" Nikali yelled as he shot at Cold Stone, the bullets deflecting from his armour barely missing the girl. "STOP! You'll hit the girl!" Quincy yelled as he grabbed Nikali's gun and lowered it.

Cold Stone laughed amused and slowly took out his weapon...

No, it looks just fine as is, Lore, nice work. :)

Just remember what I said in my PM, introduce your character. :lol:

And everyone else who hasn't posted yet, when you post, introduce your character please. Thank you. :thumb:


As Nikali slowly put his gun back in his holster, Quincy yelled for him to duck as Cold Stone pulled out his gas powered shotgun, and fired at the two. Quincy then threw himself onto Nikali before the shells could hit the two. Cold Stone then shot his shotgun at the two again, while other rebel forces from Nikali's side came in to aid him, all armed with AK's and grenades.

Rebel#1: Don't move bastard!
Rebel#2: Oh, and don't bother trying to get backup. Your hover soldiers have been dealt with.
Cold Stone: Is that right? I don't need any backup, hahaha...but I only wish I could say the same for this poor little girl....heeheheheahahahaha....Vagrant....I don't think she made it....hahaha! Worthless child.
Don Quincy: What?! No!!!


Enraged, Quincy ran straight for Cold Stone, and swung his fists, but Cold Stone grabbed Quincy, and punched him in the face, knocking him down as Cold Stone walked towards the child, and pushed her with his foot, as her body rolled down to Nikali and the rebels leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Cold Stone: *Tosses an explosive in the center of the communications center.* Have fun...hahahaa!
Nikali: That son of a bitch!
Don Quincy: Grab the kid, we have to go before this place explodes!
Rebel#1: What about him?!
Don Quincy: Don't worry, that's not the last we'll be seeing of Cold Stone.

They all ran outside of the comm center while Nikali ran out with the little girl in his arms. It was in a matter of mere seconds before the center was blown to pieces. Don Quincy then ran to the girl, and felt her pulse...she was still alive, but barely hanging on.

Don Quincy: Hang in there kid, please!
Nikali: Excuse me, sir...
Don Quincy: Please, call me Vagrant.
Nikali: Nikali, my name is Nikali Iboness. And I overheard you say something about Foxhound units in the area. We can really use some help right now. There's only a few soldiers left, and we need all the help we can get if we are to free my people from the Patriots.
Don Quincy: We have to head to the North. There's a small wreck site, in that site is a hidden base, we'll use the site to get to the base. Anything to help this child...

DON QUINCY
Never mind about FoxHound, they can take care of themselves.

The girl lay on the ground, coughing, her eyes completely dilated. She was probably in shock, and probably unaware of anything going on around her.
Quincy scrambled trying everything he could to help the girl, but he couldn’t do much without his medkit that Patriots confiscated. And the hovercraft that carried all of his supplies had long since taken off, Cold Stone at its helm.
Quincy took out his tin of Old Crow bourbon and poured half of it into to wound as a disinfectant. She would no longer die from a trivial infection, but the wound was still bleeding profusely.
Trying to hold his hand against the wound, the blood still seeped through Quincy’s fingers. The girl stopped coughing and now only jittered involuntarily. It was then that Quincy looked up, apparently calm. His sudden change in demeanor brought out a slightly confused look in Nikali.
Quincy heard the distant flapping of small wings. From nowhere, the transparent image of the ghostly green parrot flapped into existence. The ghostly parrot landed on the stomach of the little girl, staring down at the fifty caliber bullet hole lodged in her now useless left kidney.
The ghostly parrot cawed softly. It flapped its wings and flew off several meters toward a small grayed thorn bush, landing on the ground and trying to pluck at strange, tiny yellow berries bunched on it. Its beak went right through the berries, but it continued to try to pluck them off.

NIKALI
What are you staring at?

Quincy pointed to the bush.

DON QUINCY
Grab me some of those berries.

NIKALI
Why?

DON QUINCY
Because they’ll help.

Nikali shook his head and walked over to the bush. Bunches of tiny yellow berries, they looked poisonous, but he did as Quincy asked. Hegrabbed a handful of them and handed them to Quincy as he approached.
Quincy put one of them in his mouth and bit down. They tasted positively corrosive, and he spit them out. He couldn’t feed them to her as it probably was poisonous, there was only one thing left to do.
Quincy squished the berries in his hand, the soft yellow flesh oozed between his fingers giving off the smell of something between fish and acetate. Yellow juice dripped copiously from his hand. He let the juice drip into the wound while he worked the substance deeper with his other hand.
Within seconds the blood around the wound began to react to the juice. It turned from red to black, and it began to thicken. From a watery consistency it turned to a thick oil, then to a paste, and finally solidified into a wax like substance that plugged the wound and prevented it from bleeding further.
The girl finally stopped jittering and began to breathe at as semi regular pace.

NIKALI
How did you know to do that?

Quincy looked back over at the bush. The ghostly parrot still stood at the base of the bush, ruffling its feathers and bobbing its head up and down. Quincy couldn’t tell them what really happened, knowing what they’d think of him.

DON QUINCY
I’m familiar with those berries. I’ve used them before on deep wounds.
But they’re no substitute for real modern medicine.

The ghostly parrot nodded its head as if in agreement.

DON QUINCY
We need to get her back to base ‘cause I don’t know how long this seal in gonna’ last.

The ghostly parrot nodded again in agreement.

NIKALI
What about FoxHound?

DON QUINCY
Cold Stone mentioned FoxHound, not me.
We have to get back to your base, you’d have medical supplies there. Where is it?

Nikali points across a small valley with hills lining the end of it.

NIKALI
Just over those hills.
We have a jeep, the valley is the quickest way there.

Quincy heard a chirp in his ear. He looked at his shoulder and the mysterious ghostly parrot had inexplicably traveled from the bush to there without being seen, perhaps without having physically moved.
The ghostly parrot ruffled its feathers, staring back and fourth from the valley to Quincy making caws of deep fear, fear most likely directed at the valley.

DON QUINCY
We should avoid driving through the valley.

NIKALI
Why?

DON QUINCY
The patriots would probably figure on us using it to get wherever we were going to. They probably got patrols there.

The ghostly parrot nodded its agreement.

NIKALI
And how would you know this?

DON QUINCY
That’s what I’d do if I were them.

Don Quincy stood up and walked forward to oversee the valley. There was nothing they could see at this distance.
One of the rebels offered Quincy a canteen. He rinsed the blood and berries from his hands.
Nikali stood just the slightest bit baffled, wondering whether or not to take this old man’s, this ‘Vagrant’s’ advice.

Yo Kam, can I join in on this?

Of course you can! All you have to do is make your character here.

Just post a bio, and you're set bro.

As the hovercraft flew away to safety, and to a rural fortress which was the Patriots base of operations in the country. Cold Stone was then once again greeted by his lieutenant, Nightmare, this time, with even more bad news.

Nightmare: Sir, I'm afraid the rebel forces are making away. They've already killed several units, and are attempt to find the Foxhound units in the area. You were right, the elder rebel knew about Foxhound, as such, Wraith feels capturing him alive is our best course of action.
Cold Stone: No.
Nightmare: No?
Cold Stone: No. I knew there was a reason he appeared so damn familiar....
Nightmare: The old man?
Cold Stone: He was in the military, a powerful commander indeed, who led his troops to dozens of victories over our units. He's the reason I have to wear this gear to begin with.
Nightmare: Sir?

Cold Stone then released a small hatch on his chest, and opened his body armor, revealing several respirators plugged into his body along with his sensors. He then opened another hatch on his neck, revealing them all plugged into his throat. Nightmare then nodded as Cold Stone closed all the hatches once more.

Cold Stone: The old man shot me right in the throat, and tossed a single grenade in my way, bits and parts of steel shratenal were inside of that grenade, all of which laced with poison. They're still inside of me, welded as one with my inner organs. Without my body armor protecting my respirators and body, I am powerless.
Nightmare: I understand.
Cold Stone: If he figures that out, he WILL know my weakness, I have no choice...I must implant the titanium liquid alloy into each hatch, only then will I remain safe.
Nightmare: What?! But sir! You DO realize, that in doing so...you will never be able to take off this body armor...ever again. This will BE your body.
Cold Stone: I am willing to take that risk.
Nightmare: And what about food, water, etc?
Cold Stone: My respirators take care of all of that. Now, while I take care of this, you are going to take the hovercraft back, and you will find Vagrant, the girl, and those rebels, and you will kill them all, one by one, leave no one, do you understand me? Leave NO ONE!!!
Nightmare: But sir...Wraith has already given the order to-
Cold Stone: Need I remind you, that your loyalty is to ME, not Wraith. Sometimes you must follow against our commanders orders to truly get the job done, Wraith doesn't understand the situation. Now I want you to go on the hovercraft again, activate the turrets, and kill them all.
Nightmare: Yes sir.

Nightmare then exited the base and took the hovercraft after Vagrant while Cold Stone began to implant liquid titanium into the hatches within his body armor, fully acknowledging the fact that he had lost whatever humanity he had left, and with no remorse at all. He began to laugh like a madman as the alloy burned into his armor, permenantly protecting him in battle.

Cold Stone: Mock my words, I will have my revenge Vagrant...soon you will know what this pain feels like. Prey to God that Nightmare gets to you before I do, otherwise, there will be nothing to hold me back.

Mock my words? You mean "Mark my words", don't you? :P

Sure! I'll mock your words!

NIKALI
Hey Vagrant! Do that impression of Cold Stone.

DON QUINCY
Ahem...
When I get my hands on you Vagrant, I'm gonna' beat you, and I'm gonna' pound, and I'm gonna' drop kick you, and I'm gonna' kill you until you die from it!
And then I'm gonna' go get some nachos.

Lol, that's quite funny, although you should read this rule.

This is payback for what I did back in the PF's isn't it? ^_^

Eh? No, I was just reading, noticed your error, and decided to take the piss inform you of your cock up mistake. No hard feelings. :lol:

After mending his armor completely, Cold Stone received a call from his superiors.

Wraith: Lieutenant, report.
Cold Stone: Sir, I'm afraid this village will be more difficult to siege then we could have anticipated.
Wraith: No matter, one rural village under our control won't make a difference, I want you to head to our chopper in the Northern region and it will take you to Nevada. Our territory was attacked by Foxhound agents, and we need you there to ensure we gain our territory back. Major Abyss will rendevue with you in the Vegas region.
Cold Stone: Understood sir.
Wraith: And Cold Stone...
Cold Stone: Yes sir?
Wraith: Please don't screw up again. We've already lost quite a number of bases and territories while my troops have been under your command. I trust that your attempts in Nevada will not go as poorly against Foxhound as your attempts in Africa and Brazil have been going.
Cold Stone: Sir, with all due respect, Brazil wasn't my fault, it's very well fortified by Foxhound patrols, and therefore, is much harder to siege. I was simply-
Wraith: You were simply what?
Cold Stone:......Nevermind sir, my apologies.
Wraith: Good, get moving.
Cold Stone: Y-yes sir...

Cold Stone then furiously headed towards the chopper. Once he had reached the chopper, he had decided to check in with his sergeant.

Cold Stone: Nightmare, report.
Nightmare: I see a dried up hill in the southern region. Should be a bit of a bumpy ride, but I won’t have a problem reaching those rebel dogs with this hovercraft. Now you’re sure you want me to eliminate them all when I find them? Leaving that older rebel alive and taking him hostage could have its’ advantages.
Cold Stone: No, when you find them, kill them all.
Nightmare: Yes si-SIR!! I have them in my sights! Commencing attack.
Cold Stone: Remember, eliminate them all!

Nightmare then nodded as he drove up the hill with the propeller behind his hovercraft blowing rocks and dirt clear off of the ground behind him as he floored it for the rebel forces. Once he had them in his sights, the hovercrafts’ turrets went active, and began shooting at the rebels. Don Quincy jumped down while Nikali scooped up the girl, and jumped over a massive rock, as they used it for cover from the turrets. Quincy then rolled near Nikali and borrowed one of Nikali’s rifles since all of his gear was on Nightmare’s hovercraft, and began shooting from the sides of the rock.

Two rebels kneeled down on their knees, and began firing their Ak’s at Nightmare’s hovercraft, while the rest ran back near Nikali, shooting from the distance. But Nightmare opened fire at the rebels, and mowed each one down with his turrets. Then a couple of other rebels ran from their cover, and started shooting at his craft again, Nightmare then activated his Stingers’, and fired a single missile at the rebels, blowing them right in the air, in a blast of fire, rocks and dirt.

Nikali: Shit!! Everyone!! Take cover immediately!!! That thing is mowing us all down!
Don Quincy: Listen, Nikali, aim for the rubber floatation device under the hovercraft, that’ll immobilize the hovercraft.
Nikali: Then what? It’ll still have its’ damn turrets and missile launcher attachments.
Don Quincy: I don’t know, but I just need you to immobilize the craft, and not blow it up. That’s the same hovercraft Cold Stone had us all stuck in, it should still have my gear stashed inside.
Nikali: Oh for God’s sake, you’re not gonna risk your life for a couple of guns, are you?
Don Quincy: Trust me, I’m willing to do just that, just pop the rubber under the craft.
Nikali: Fine.

Nikali and Quincy then started shooting at the hovercraft while Nightmare instantly locked onto them both and fired a second missile. The rock kept the three of them safe, but was getting warn down by each missile fired.

Nikali then handed the little girl to Quincy as he rolled away from the rock, and tossed his grenade right under the hovercraft. Unfortunately, Nightmare’s scanners picked up on that, as he moved instantly to the right, and fired a third missile at Nikali. Nikali jumped out of the way, and shot at the rubber floatation under the craft more and more, while the other rebel forces started shooting at the upper section of the craft. The rubber still wasn’t damaged, but Nightmare’s missile launcher was blown to bits. Nikali then got the idea to not blow the rubber after all. Instead, Nikali has a MUCH better idea at hand. He then ran right after the hovercraft while Nightmare had his attention towards the rebel soldiers, and leaped right inside of the hovercraft.

Stunned, Nightmare attempted to strike Nikali with his knife, but Nikali rifle butted Nightmare right into the control center as Nikali pulled back both levers to the hovercraft controls, turning off the hovercraft. He then called for his rebels and Quincy to come out from cover, when suddenly Nightmare reached for his hand gun in an attempt to kill his attacker, but Nikali pulled out his gun, and shot Nightmare straight through his face plate, and right in the face.

Nikali: Come on out guys, he’s finished.

Quincy then handed the now unconscience child to one of the rebels as he walked towards the hovercraft, and reached for a small rag with his gear.

Don Quincy: Ah, feels good to have my old gear back away from Patriot hands.

But as he put his gear back on his vest and holsters, Nightmare’s radio began to go off with Cold Stone’s voice heard over the other line.

Cold Stone: Nightmare, come in. Nightmare do you read me? Respond!

Amused, Quincy then picked up the radio from Nightmares’ shoulder and responded back.

Don Quincy: Sorry to break it to you, Cold Stone, but Nightmare won’t be reading ANYONE anymore.
Cold Stone: Vagrant?!
Don Quincy: Oh, no, this was my comrades’ doing, but rest assured, his fate won’t be much different from what we have in store for you.
Cold Stone: Or yours.
Don Quincy: What do you mean?
Cold Stone: I’m afraid trying to resiege this village won’t be as easy as you’d think. I’m heading for Las Vegas Nevada as we speak.
Nikali: Nevada?
Cold Stone: But don’t worry, I left you boys a goodbye gift, just to show how much I care.
Don Quincy: And just how generous are we talking about?
Cold Stone: Oh, well, I was kind enough to leave one of my attack choppers to come “say goodbye” to you for me.
Don Quincy: Well, just hope that your chopper pilot’s a better pilot then your hovercraft pilot was, because we already have YOUR hovercraft.
Cold Stone: Well, enjoy it, because it, nor any of YOU, will be on this earth for much longer.
Don Quincy: That’s what you said last time, and look what happened to you now.
Cold Stone:.....
Don Quincy: That’s right, Aiken, I remember everything....say, how long did it take for your people to shove all those tubes and respirators into you? Must’ve been painful....

Enraged, Cold Stone simply tossed his radio to the helicopter floor, and stomped it with his foot, cutting their little conversation off short. Quincy simply dropped the radio while the rest of the rebels headed inside of the hovercraft. Meanwhile, Nikali kicked Nightmare’s body off of the craft, and piloted the hovercraft across the southern regions, now safe from the land mines due to the crafts floatation. Meanwhile, Nikali simply couldn’t focus, now seeing he and Cold Stone had some kind of history. So he finally just opened up and asked Quincy about it.

Nikali: Wanderer, I have to ask you...what’s the story behind you too?
Don Quincy: Me and Cold Stone?
Nikali: Yeah....
Don Quincy: Well, first of all, his real name is Aiken Stryker, formerly with the South African military, although it was clear he wasn’t from South Africa. He was in his early 30’s the day the two of us were stationed together, I was still roughly in my late 50’s. He was a Patriot spy who deceived all of us from the start. He had us all believe that he was indeed fighting for a good cause, just like us, for the liberation of our people, when suddenly, he used false reports to lead our entire platoon into an ambush. My men were all murdered within mere seconds, while he came after me in the heat of it all. He had on him, several grenades filled with shrapnel, well, I grabbed his last shrapnel grenade, and tossed it right at him, all were laced with poison and mercury. They went right into his chest, and have kept growing through his entire body, he’s kept alive through internal respirators, hence the heavy body armor.
Nikali: How did you know it was him?
Don Quincy: The minute he snapped at me when I brought up his armor earlier, I knew it was him. He probably didn’t recognize me until very recent, but no matter.
Nikali: Well, what do we do now?

Quincy looked up as the ghostly parrot began squaking, and flew to the North. He simply nodded, and pointed North as Nikali drove the hovercraft in the North direction.

Oh no can't let this story stop!!!

The hovercraft sped along to the north with Nikali at the controls watching carefully for ambushes. Quincy checked on the little girl again as he had nearly every 10 minutes and walked back to Nikali and looked at the path ahead.

Nikali: So just where are we headed anyway?
Don Quincy: A... friend of mine told me to go this way. Besides you never know if this craft is bugged, someone might be listening right now.

Nikali then grunted out a laugh.

Nikali: So I guess we'd better blow the things to bits when we're done and mayby walk a little distance?
Don Quincy: Well I don't know whether to that extreme but we should definetly check to see if it is broadcasting anything.

2 rebels stood outside on the hovercraft lighting a cigarette when they hear the distant sound of a chopper closing in they then yell 'Chopper!! Chopper!' while running inside to the control room.

Don Quincy: Ah this must be the 'good-bye' he sent for us! Nikali, keep going north I'll go see if I can find something to blow it down with.
Nikali: We'd never be able to outrun it in this!-
Don Quincy: Just keep going North trust me!!

The hellycoptor closed in opening its 'wings' to reveal its missile compartments and rockets the pilot chuckled his voice sounding cold due to his helmet as he calmly switched switches and aimed the machine gun.

The rebels struggled to aim the turrets as Quincy ran outside gripping an RPG and fireing it causing the hellycoptor to suddenly jolt right, barely dodging the missile and the pilot being looseing his once entertained laugh. Quincy then imidiently dropped the RPG and grabbed the rifle slung on his back and shot at the missiles under the 'wings' of the aircraft!

Don thought to himself: if I can just atleast hold the hellycoptor off till they reached the caves to the North we should be allright...

But as Quincy attempted to blow the missile away with his rifle, the helicopter began firing it's mini gun attachment with hundreds of bullets rushing towards Quincy at once. The pilot, codenamed Doomsday expected the old man to be dead in seconds, but to his shock, Quincy had outrun the bullets, and remained in one piece.

Doomsday: What?! Pretty fast, ol' timer, but don't expect to get too lucky.

Doomsday then fired his missile right in front of Quincy as he instantly jumped back, unfortunately not fast enough, as the force of the explosion threw him back straight into the building, almost knocking him out while Doomsday continued his assault.

But meanwhile, in Nevada, Cold Stone had finally reached his base of operations, greeting Abyss as he passed a Patriot checkpoint.

Abyss: Liuetenant, bad news, our forces are getting destroyed out here. Foxhound's taken control of one of our munitions stations in Reno. Our tanks and hover units have been seiged, but our new Metal Gear prototype is still safe within our hanger.
Cold Stone: Excellent, and the access code is still the same?
Abyss: Yes, the Foxhound agents should have no clue of it's whereabouts, let alone its' existence.
Cold Stone: And the American rebel forces?
Abyss: Most of them have been eliminated. There are still a few cities not seiged by us.
Cold Stone: Which means Foxhound is backing them up. Major, use the tank and try and take down our station in Reno.
Abyss: Lieutenant, you know that the viral explosives are stored within that station. If we destroy it, do you know how long it will take before we have any more?
Cold Stone: And what about when Foxhound finds them? They can break down the viral formula, make their own viral bombs, and use them against us, and our armor won't protect us from that now will it?
Abyss: Liuetenant, the chances of them finding the viral explosives are slim to none, you're putting that entire project at risk.
Cold Stone: Abyss I am fully aware of my actions, but it's just like Wraith had ordered, dispose of the Foxhound agents by any means necessary. Besides, what will the use of the viral explosives be once Metal Gear is completed? Once we finish up with the Metal Gear, we can plow through all any Foxhound base we come across. Now get the job done, or I'll do it myself.
Abyss: Fine, but for the record, if Wraith finds out about this, then our actions will not go unpunished.

Abyss then entered a Patriot M1 tank and headed to Reno while Cold Stone hopped into the nearest Patriot hovercraft and headed down the remains of the Vegas Strip, as dozens of Foxhound patrols busted through the Patriot road block, shooting and killing dozens of Patriot soldiers along the way. When suddenly several missiles fired from Cold Stone's hovercraft straight into the Foxhound jeep, blowing it to pieces and killing the driver while the remaining three Foxhound agents jumped outside firing their M4 Carbines at Cold Stone and his hovercraft, but the bullets all deflected off of his armor while he laughed like a mad man and jumped out of the hovercraft armed with his shotgun. Two of the Foxhound agents hid behind smoldering Patriot jeeps, while one remained outside and tossed a grenade at Cold Stone while he jumped back. But Cold Stone kicked the grenade out of the way as he fired his shotgun at the windows of the jeeps. Once he had an opening, Cold Stone tossed a single blast grenade through the window, and right next to the three agents. The impact hurled them clear through the jeeps, completely mutilated from the pressure of his grenade while Cold Stone walked over to their bodies and picked up their equipment, and tossed them into his hovercraft.

The Reno base would soon not know what hit them.

Quincy woke a few minutes later he was dazed and confused when he stood he felt a knifepoint at his back

"Don’t move...,” a voice said calmly

Quincy: who are you? After saying this he received a sharp blow in his ribs

"I'm asking the questions here not you old man who are you with"

Quincy: I’m with the rebellion i was fighting that helicopter he explained through gritted teeth

"Alright sorry you cant be too careful old timer my names Abel, Abel Sandoval, my codes Full Tang he said as he helped Quincy

Quincy: understandable but that’s not how you make friends he said rubbing his ribs

Full tang: yes but now we got bigger fish to fry listen I’m a lone operator i’ve been trying to find this guy cold stone he killed my students when I was an instructor anyway I heard a rumor that he was here do you know where he is?

Quincy: yes he and I have a history ill explain later but he’s going to Nevada, Reno to be exact

Full tang: damn it I just came from the U.S he said as he slammed his fist into the wall

Quincy: really what is it like there are the rumors of the west coast rebellion true?

Full tang: humph he snorted as he sat down and lit up a cigarette if you can call it that, its mostly three cities one is Reno then there’s Los Angeles and San Francisco L.A is doin good it’s the safest place from the patriots lots of foxhound and rebels as for Frisco they’re under attack. 24/7 bombardments they’ll be gone soon and as for Reno… well till you said that freak was goin there it was okay.

When he finished he put out the cig and offered Quincy one he took it but didn’t smoke it

Quincy: well now what are you going to do?

Full tang: I guess I got to get to the U.S some how I will avenge all of my students deaths… but first I’m going to kill those patriot soldiers outside

Soldier1: we know you’re in there come out and we won’t kill you
Soldier2: we have five men out here you’re surrounded

Full tang: five men that’s all they send for me? Even when fifteen didn’t work?

Soldier1: we’ve been trained in your “art” fool we wont make the same mistakes

Full tang: really then come in and show me what you’ve got!

As he finished the sentence the door flew open and two martial soldiers stormed in the first threw a series of punch combos which tang blocked easily he side stepped grabbed the soldiers arm and broke it with his elbow he reached around and grabbed his neck and held him hostage mean while Quincy grabbed his tomahawks and with one smooth action blocked his attacker and sunk the axe deep in his neck

Full tang: well that’s two down! Who’s next!?

Soldier three: AAAAAAAHHHH!!!!! GUH
Tang took his palm and slammed it into the soldiers nose the bone broke and was pushed into his brain the soldier died before he hit the ground tang ran out the door to confront the last two soldiers one had two knives the other batons Quincy came out right behind him tang drew his night sticks as Quincy made an attack on the knives soldier

Full tang: all right cheerleader lets dance

The soldier ran up to him and tried to hit him on the head tang simply moved out the way he kept at it for half a minute until tang got bored with him he blocked the last attempt and countered by swinging the right stick on his nose causing him to step back tang jumped up and just before he landed behind him he slammed the fore arm guard on top of his skull with a satisfying crunch as his un protected head caved in he then saw Quincy on the ground bleeding from a cut on his arm the last soldier drew his gun but looked at tang just long enough to see a black stick with a knife point flying towards him tang walked over to the dead soldier and picked the stick out of his throat he then went over to Quincy

Full tang: are you... is that a bird?

Dude, that's awesome. Keep it up. I'll edit this with more of the fic later. I have to study for my Greek Mythology exam tomorrow.

Quincy looked up, turned his head both direction and finally looked up at Abel who stared into the distance. He looked in the same direction to find his familiar ghostly parrot standing on top of a dusty jagged boulder about seven meters away.
The parrot bobbed its head up and down frantically, chirping in fright and ruffling and tightening its feathers over and over again.

DON QUINCY
He's in a panic about somethin'.

FULL TANG
You didn't answer my question.

DON QUINCY
Indeed. Yes it is a bird. It's a common green parrot.

Quincy nonchalantly pulls out his tin on bourbon and douses his wound, wincing slightly as he does, before replacing it.

FULL TANG
I can see right through it, like it’s a… like it’s a…

DON QUINCY
Ghost?

FULL TANG
What is it?

DON QUINCY
I’m not entirely sure. I got my theories, but I’d rather not talk about that at the moment.
There are caves to the north, we need to go there, and hide.

FULL TANG
Are you crazy?

DON QUINCY
I done lots of times before.

FULL TANG
Those caves are forty miles long, they’re like a plate of noodles. It’s impossible to navigate in those things, we’d get lost and starve to death in there.

DON QUNCY
We won’t get lost.

Quincy motions toward the ghostly parrot.

DON QUINCY
He knows how to get through those caves.

FULL TANG
This is crazy.
I’m hallucinating.

DON QUINCY
You’re not. If you were I wouldn’t be seein’ it right along with you.

FULL TANG
What about Cold Stone?

DON QUINCY
You can’t beat him even if you took away all of his weapons.

FULL TANG
You say that so confidently to a Jeet Kun Do grand master.

DON QUINCY
You may got Jeet Kun Do, but he’s got an actuator suit, one of the fastest ones I’ve ever seen, and with enough armor to brush off high powered rifle rounds like water from a duck’s back.
You can’t beat him… at least not yet… not with the weapons you got.
Besides, there’s a somethin’ a lot more urgent that needs our attention, which he can attest to.

Quincy again motions toward to parrot, who nods in response.

FULL TANG
Like what?

DON QUINCY
There’s a little girl from a village that gave my faction food and shelter. She’s the only survivor after Cold Stone’s last raid. But she’s got a fifty caliber lodged in her left kidney and I don’t think she’s gonna’ live not longer than twelve hours without serious medical treatment.

FULL TANG
I’m going to regret this.

Quincy laughed under his breath. He stood up and waved his hands through the air.

DON QUINCY
It’s okay! He’s a rebel!

At that moment four rebels emerged from the brush. Among them, Nikali, and one who carried the girl.
Nikali approached Quincy and Full Tang.

NIKALI
I was hearing something about a ghost and a parrot?

DON QUINCY
I was delirious. I was babbling nonsense.

NIKALI
With the blast you took I’m amazed you’re not still babbling nonsense.

Full Tang leaned over and whispered into Quincy’s ear.

FULL TANG
He can’t see it?

Quincy whispered back.

DON QUINCY
Few people can.

NIKALI
Whispering time’s wasting time. Just give me any good ideas if you’ve got any. The chopper blew up the hovercraft so whatever we come up with we’re going to have to travel on foot.

DON QUINCY
There are caves in the mountains to the north. How long would it take to stop by your camp for surgical supplies and then head for them.

NIKALI
The camp’s right on the path to the mountains. Two hours on foot, from there we can get jeeps and camels. From there we can make the mountains in another two hours. We can treat the girl in the back of a hooded truck on the way.

DON QUINCY
Let’s do it… unless either of you have any better ideas.

Nikali and Full Tang both shook their heads.

NIKALI
What’s your code name, and what happened to your faction?

FULL TANG
Full Tang, and my faction was killed.

NIKALI
You can join ours.
Let’s go!

The trip from that point on was fairly uneventful. They reached the camp in just over two hours. Soon afterward, a caravan of jeeps, trucks, and camels set off toward the mountains. The little girl slowly woke up on a cot. She was covered in an emergency blanket and felt water dripping on the tip of her nose. The surroundings were dark, lighted only with a number of road flares and butane lamps. The ceiling was natural stone; she was in a cave. Two IV lines were hooked up to either arm, one dripping plasma, and the other dripping pain killers. A mask around her mouth and nose pumped concentrated oxygen into her lungs. There was a slight sucking sensation at her side. She felt down there to find thick, laced stitches. Her left kidney was now gone.
As her vision cleared the girl looked to her side and saw the familiar ghostly parrot perched on a small stalagmite, looking at her worriedly. To her other side, Quincy sat on a fold out chair.

DON QUINCY
Welcome back.

The girl wheezed. Even with the mask and the pain killers, it hurt to breathe.

DON QUINCY
For a while we didn’t think you were gonna’ make it. And we were supposed to bring along enough for just the few of us, but the rest of the rebels thought these caves would be safe, so we moved our whole camp inside. So it looks like this is gonna’ be our new home… well, for the moment at least.

The girl was still not quite there. Each things Quincy said took her several seconds to register, and several more to comprehend clearly.
A minute or so later, Full Tang walked into the area of the cave and sat down on a damp rock next to Quincy.

FULL TANG
Now that we’ve got the both the time and the privacy, it’s time for us to have a little talk.

Cold Stone then headed towards the Patriot compound, and entered the MG housing facility, where he was greeted by Patriot MG Omega's supervisor Gloom.

Gloom: Lieutenant, testing has succeeded with perfect results. Omega is now fully mobile, grenade launchers are active, missile launcher & mini gun attachments are active, and the walker bombs are online.
Cold Stone: Excellent, a full arsenal of weapons within a single Metal Gear. Wonderful...
Gloom: It should be perfect for test runs within the compound.
Cold Stone: No...I have an even better idea, let's test it in Reno. Right now.
Gloom: Now? But sir, I doubt that-
Cold Stone: Doubt what? Everything tested positive.
Gloom: But the armor plating over the cockpit is still very weak compared to our finalized plans.
Cold Stone: Gloom, don't worry, I'll be careful.
Gloom: YOU?
Cold Stone: Yes, Wraith suggested that I be the one to operate Omega.
Gloom: Sir, there are still several things missing.
Cold Stone: What?
Glood: Electro Magnetic pulse cannons. You can use these magnetic orbs to release a force field around an entire area, one where no one can escape.
Cold Stone: Trapping them in my own web?
Gloom: Yes.

Cold Stone then nods as he approaches a small platform which floats to the cockpit level with Gloom running after him.

Gloom: Sir, what are you doing?!
Cold Stone: I won't be long, don't worry.
Gloom: Sir, you're going to destroy the prototype.
Cold Stone: I'll use a few missiles, and that'll be it. Now open the hanger gate.
Gloom: Sir, this prototype is only up for test runs, sending it to live action will endanger the entire project.
Cold Stone: You worry too much. Trust me, Omega won't have a scratch on it. Foxhound won't last long enough for it to be scratched. Now open the gate.
Gloom: Sir, I still-
Cold Stone: Open the gate or I'll unload Omega's entire minigun on you, understand me?
Gloom: *Gulp.* Yes sir....as-as you wish. If these are Wraith's orders.
Cold Stone: They are.

Gloom then opens the gates as Cold Stone exits the hanger. After tremoring through the vegas strip, Cold Stone makes his way to Reno, where he finds the remains of the Patriot research station seiged by Foxhound. Cold Stone merely chuckles as he fires a single missile into the compound, killing dozens of Foxhound personel while dozens more exit the station firing their guns, only to realize it's hopeless against MG Omega.

Foxhound agent #1: Dear Lord.....
Foxhoudn agent #2: What is that thing?!!
Cold Stone: A masterpiece...that's what...now DIE!!!!

Omega then fires its' minigun straight into the agents standing outside, mowing them down in a matter of mere seconds. Two agents fall dead while the third attempts to run back into the facility, but Omega marches towards him, and crushes him before he gets a chance while Cold Stone fires a second missile into the roof of the research station. As the sight of Metal Gear dawns upon the Foxhound agents inside, dozens attempt to escape, but Cold Stone fires roughly 16 massive round metal balls into the compound, all around nine inches long each with glowing red dots on them. Suddenly, all 16 of those massive steel balls explode inside of the research station, blowing it to pieces from the inside while the two story station crumbles to pieces. A few agents stagger under the ruins, but are quickly killed as Cold Stone fires one final missile into the remains of the station, and oblitherates the research station to nothing while Omega marches back to the Patriot MG housing facility.

Cold Stone: *Radios Gloom.* And after all of that, I gotta say, Omega rides like a dream, can't wait for you to complete it.
Gloom: You're-you're finished?!
Cold Stone: Told you I'd be done soon.
Gloom: Well, unfortunately, you may not be finished just yet.
Cold Stone: What do you mean? What else needs to be oblitherated?
Gloom: No, not Foxhound, Wraith is very angry with you.
Cold Stone: What? Why?
Gloom: That research station wasn't supposed to be destroyed. We neede those biological nerve agents housed inside. Thanks to you, we have to restart the entire project.
Cold Stone: I thought we had already mass produced the Foxdie nerve agent?
Gloom: No, we were GOING to, until you did this.
Cold Stone: This can't be good...
Gloom: Hehe, happy trails back here.
Cold Stone: Great....

Cold Stone continues to head back to the housing facility, when suddenly Omega stops dead in its' tracks. It becomes completely immobilized while Cold Stone attempts to regain control, when suddenly, a massive shock goes through Cold Stone's entire body, as he screams in agonzing pain.

Cold Stone: GUAAHH!!!!! The respirators!!! What the hell?!!!
Wraith: So, how does it feel Cold Stone?
Cold Stone: Sir!!!! What's going AAHHHH!!!!!!!

His sentence was cut short as more electricity surged through his body. Cold Stone was screaming in pain, and banging his head against the wall. While Wraith continued.

Wraith: Care to explain why you just destroyed the only chance we had at mass producing the Foxdie virus?
Cold Stone: Sir, I was following your ordAUGH!!!!!
Wraith: Did I ever tell you to destroy that research station?!! DID I?!!!!
Cold Stone: You told me to deal with it!!! I assumed that you meant for me to use Omega and AAAAAAH!!!!
Wraith: I wanted you to RESEIGE the station you fool!!!!! Did I EVER say destroy it?!!! DID I?!!! ANSWER ME!!!!!!!!
Cold Stone: No!!!!!!!
Wraith: *Regains nerves* Now, listen to me, and listen well you insignificant waste of space....I put you in charge of my men because I assumed you could get the job done. As it is, you've left too many loose ends in North Africa, Central America, and now Nevada.
Cold Stone: Sir!! Sir...I can do nothing more then offer you my deepest apologIIIEAAGH!!!!!!!!!!
Wraith: Your apologizing does nothing for me.
Cold Stone: Sir, you know I would never do anything to defy you or Dreamscapes' orders...you know that!!!
Wraith: Of course I do, because if you ever did, I would end your miserable life in a matter of seconds...do you understand me?
Cold Stone: *Breathing heavily* Y-yes....
Wraith: Good....now listen up...I trust you won't make anymore mistakes...so this is what you are going to do.....you are going to take Omega back to its' housing facility, you are going to let Gloom and his team finish with the remaining necessities, and you are going to destroy the remaining Foxhound scum within Nevada. Leave NO ONE alive.
Cold Stone: Yes sir...
Wraith: They either join us, or succum to their painful demise, and you WILL make sure it is painful.
Cold Stone: Yes sir...
Wraith: Good, don't fail me again.
Cold Stone: I won't...
Wraith: And Cold Stone....
Cold Stone: Yes sir?

Wraith then sends one final charge into Cold Stone's respirators, electrocuting him beyond belief while Cold Stone howls into his helmet like a hyena. By the time the last electric charge was gone, steam was lifting over Cold Stone's entire body.

Wraith: That's just a reminder...so you understand who is really in charge here...do not forget this pain.
Cold Stone: No sir...I won't....

Wraith then releases Omega from his electric interferrence, and allows Cold Stone to head back to the housing facility. Cold Stone, however, was still enraged by Wraith's actions, and was infuriated that Gloom had ratted him out to Wraith. Secretly, Cold Stone knew even with his strength, speed, and armor, he could be killed at any moment by his superiors, but also knew at the same time, Wraith could make his life a living hell if he ever screwed him over again, which really showed who was truly in charge, and why Cold Stone was so loyal to his commander to begin with. Sercetly, if Cold Stone had it his way, he would kill Wraith himself, and command himself, since he's always doing the grunt work while Wraith & Dreamscape merely spectate. But deep down, he knew, that would never change, and if he attempted to try and make it change, his life would end in a matter of seconds.

ah i call next ill edit this later after i get back from three hundrdred

Dude, you'll LOVE that movie from what I've heard. Tell us how it is. :lol:

it was the single greatest film i have ever seen my mouth was wide open for the entire movie i cannot put into words how great that movie was king leonids i will alaways remember that 300 spartans stood against so many *salutes* now on with my story if you dont like it big k tell me and ill edit it

Quincy: All right what is it

Full Tang: First why am I seeing things. Second how do you know about cold stones suit. And third if that bird isn’t a hallucination then what is it

Quincy: Well your not hallucinating. and as I said he and I have a history, I put him in that suit. I don’t rightly know what exactly this little guy is, I believe he’s my great great great grandfather but its only a theory

Full Tang: Right… well any way where is the nearest base where i can find a transport.

Quincy: You didn’t hear a god-darned thing I said back there did you HE WILL KILL YOU.

Full Tang: What makes you think I care, I fought him I almost BEAT HIM.

Quincy: Oh i got to hear this so how and whats your story with him

Full Tang: I was a martial arts instructor in a little city called Palmdale in California. The war had already started and there were some rebels in town. I was doing the classes morning routines when this monster strolls in with twelve other soldiers. He says I'm training rebels I say I'm not, they move in to take me and my students and all hell broke lose. My pupils started fighting, the soldiers never knew what hit them. Then the freak got into the fray it was all down hill from there he killed five right away only ten remained, I had joined in to. it was hard to dodge all his strikes and I got hit a few times. He was like a demon, ripping through them all until it was just me and him. I hit him so many times but it did no good, He had me in the wall and he punched right through it but he must have hit an electrical panel or something. He started to fry then he flew back and appeared to be unconscious. I stood over him ready to give the final blow but he came to and knocked me out, shot me in the stomach and left me for dead.

Quincy: ah now that isn’t good since i supose i cant stop you there is a base fourteen miles to the south

Full Tang: thank you and goodbye… uh bye ghost parrot

The parrot chirped merrily and flapped its wings

Quincy: that means he likes you …i think... good-bye hope you kill the basterd

Full Tang: no problem thanks for the Intel

After that he began the march south. he came to the base two hours later, It was close to dawn. He had to have the element of stealth. At the main gate there was a dozen or so guards, to risky. He looked all over and saw his opportunity a truck was heading into a side entrance. He would have to be fast the truck stopped for the check. Tang ran low and dived under the truck and got on top of the spare tire that hung below the it

Soldier: whats with the manifold we only use these for highly secret stuff not hauling potatoes.

Driver: shhh this things hauling that new exoskeleton prototype…here’s the clearance papers.

Soldier: okay gotcha they’re expecting you in the main center.

The truck moved into the compound it was a short ride before the truck stopped and the driver got out he lit a cigarette and puffed a big cloud of smoke. He didn’t notice tang standing there until it was to late. Tang had grabbed him round the neck and was squeezing him

Full-Tang: haven’t you heard smoking kills talk what do you know about the exoskeleton.

Driver: okay…okay… its experimental aaaahhh the guy in the back knows more about it than me-eeeeeeeeeee!!!

After he got the information he broke the driver neck with a muffled pop he stuffed the body back in the drivers seat to make him look asleep. Then he headed around to the back drew his socom and opened the door. there was a scientist inside he started to cry for help

Full-Tang: click…shhh now tell me about the exoskeleton and you wont get hurt…badly…killed...maybe.

Scientist: I-it’s a prototype n-not ready f-f-for deployment. I think it’s for a soldier a-a merc I don’t know anything else.

Full-Tang: show me.

The scientist pulled the white sheet off the machine it was all black like all armor worn by the patriots in the center there was blue gem it was round oval and smooth the head piece looked like a Spartan helmet without the crest the visor covering was blue as well

Full-Tang: what else does it come with

The scientist pulled out a drawer next to him to reveal all kinds of weapons. pistols, sub machine guns anything. Then in the next one melee weapons swords, nun chucks, bow staff, three piece staff, a spear, and night sticks all colored to match the suit he tried to pick up the sticks but found them incredibly heavy.

Full-Tang: what are these made of depleted uranium?

Scientist: yes actually they are.

Full-Tang: get me in this thing

Scientist: are you insane! This thing isn’t tested I-its not ready I- AAAAOOOOOWWW…okay …okay ill help you.

He moved over to the console and started typing the back of the suit opened.

Scientist: you have to undress

tang did so and moved behind it and stepped in holding his breath, he slipped his arms inside. The suit closed around him, at first he was blind deaf and couldn’t feel any thing the suit wouldn’t move. He felt a little panicky like he had just walked into a trap. When all of a sudden he felt needles going into his back, he screamed as they went up from his lumbar region all the way to his neck. The pain was so intense for what seamed like hours then all at once it stopped. He felt floor with his feet he saw the back of the truck he could hear planes and helicopters taking off.

Scientist: Okay all finished…Arch Angel you should be under control of the patriots now what is your mission name.

Arch Angel: the ahnialation of fox hound and the rebelion...

Scientist: what is your name.

Arch Angel: .......

Scientist: what is your name!!!

“my name…is Full-Tang”

Scientist: oh my god...

He reached on the console but tang was there before he could think it. He grabbed his hand, the bones broke like twigs under a bears feet. The scientist screamed in agony, tang got tired of his whining, so he kicked him and what a kick it was he launched the scientist through the side of the truck. He landed six feet away colliding with three soldiers. They got up and saw tang they weren’t sure what to do he was in the same colors as them. One decided that this was enough and started firing then the rest. At first tang flinched but he saw the bullets ricocheting off his new armor he felt the rage growing in him the gem in the middle of his chest glowed brightly. He picked up the knight sticks and flew towards them zig zaging in and out, he jumped in the air and cracked the first soldiers head open helmet and all. The second hit tang on the head with his rifle making a resounding ping as the gun shattered in his hands. Tang hit him in the ribs forcing the splintered bones into his lungs while the third emptied his machine gun into tangs back. he casually turned and hit him in the head ribs and kneed him in the stomach. The soldier held his broken and bloody nose and tang just pushed him out of the way. He went over to the near by fighter and got in started her up and headed for the runway.

Soldier that lived: you. are you all right ill kill him

The soldier picked up his comrades M203 grenade launcher and aimed it at the plane

Scientist: let him go... oh Jesus... give me your radio…sir the mouse has taken the cheese repeat the mouse has taken the cheese awaiting orders…no it didn’t work Arch Angel isn’t active he’s just left…yes sir…yes sir ill see to it over and out…soldier you will tell no one what you have seen…

I don't think I can respond to this. I can't even understand it. There isn't a single period in that entire post.
There are 10x and 12x run on sentences there and I CANNOT keep track of anything. I need you to go back and punctuate your post before I can make sense of it.

That and I don't think BigK will allow you to determine the weakness of his character.

there is this better thunderboss?

Much, much, much better!
You know, every time I see it, it never fails to amaze me just how much a little punctuation can turn something completely unintelligable into a pleasent read. Though you still have a little ways to go there.

I say right now, you have talent. You can come up with truly great ideas.
But what you need to work on is how to best develop these ideas, becasue an idea is inly the beginning of the writing process.

But anywho, I'm rambling.

Having read this again, I'd say this calls for response by BigK rather than myself.

His post works just fine. Cold Stone's death is coming up pretty soon anyway, lol.

Now, as for your post:

I don't have any problems with it at all. See, it's all approvable as long you follow the rules. You didn't kill off any characters, and you followed the story very well, therefore, it's approvable. The only time I won't approve a post is when it is too extreme, or just not following storyline.

*Note, there is going to be a second fan fic, concluding this one. Cold Stone is only a lieutenant, who is already starting to lose influence among his commanding officers, and even his men. They only appear loyal because of fear. But the same applies for him.

So, with that being said, you two were in South Africa, I'm sorry that I'm asking, but where are you now?

okay well my charicter is heading for america right now and dont be sorry to ask K :thumb: thats how you learn things

hey Big K is this fan fic done or what?

Done? Why would the fan fic be done?

Quincy looked on as long as possible, watching Full Tang leave, and long after that, until the point in looking was long, long gone.
He turned back to the little girl, who watched in confusion along with him. She tried to sit up, but her head suddenly began spinning and her side suddenly hurt tremendously. She fll back down onto the cot, clutching at her stitched wound and groaning. At that moment her extremities went numb and she saw dacing lights. But after a minute began to feel better.

DON QUINCY
You shouldn't move too much. You're blood pressure's extremely low and you still haven't quite recovered from shock.

LITTLE GIRL
What?

DON QUINCY
You still got allot of healin' to go. You shouldn't move too much until you're done.

LITTLE GIRL
Who was that?

DON QUINCY
A man... who had an unfortunate run in with the same man who destroyed your village... and betrayed me long ago.
But he's a poor, naive man, and he'll end up getting his self killed if he doesn't wise up soon.

LITTLE GIRL
How?

DON QUINCY
He has no idea just how powerful this... Cold Stone really is.
I tried to warn him.

LITTLE GIRL
About the suit?

DON QUINCY
Well yes... abou the suit.

LITTLE GIRL
What's an actuator suit?

DON QUINCY
It's a kind of suit of armor... with needles that plug into your spine and your brain. The suit can read the kinds of movements you want to make, and can make them for you, much faster than you can.
With an actuator you can even move fast enough to deflect bullets if you're holding something strong enough.
But that wasn't all I tired to warn him of. I tried to tell him more, but he wouldn't listen. I tried to tell him that Cold Stone was much more powerful than just his suit.

LITTLE GIRL
How?

DON QUINCY
Well... he's got al lot of people looking out for him. He's got al lot of very powerful people who always make sure that he wins every fight he gets in to.
Even if he finds all the weapons he'll ever need to blast Cold Stone to ash ten times over, the people making Cold Stone powerful will make sure he'll walk right into a trap that he can't get out of.

LITTLE GIRL
Than why does he do it?

DON QUINCY
Because he's so mad. He's so mad that he doesn't want to believe in just how dumb his plans are.

The little girl turned her head toward the stalagmite. The ghostly parrot still sat there staring at her with a concerned expression.

LITTLE GIRL
You said that's your great, great, great, grandfather?

DON QUINCY
Well... That's my best guess anyway. I really don't know what it is. But I know that's the same parrot my great grandpa owned. Or at least that's what I call him.

The ghostly parrot nodded in agreement.

DON QUINCY
It's always been there for me, ever since I was little kid. It's always showed me the very best ways to get through every hard time I've ever been through... or at least when I could understand what it was trying to tell me.

The gostly parrot ruffles its feathers and tilts its head.

DON QUINCY
That's how I've survived so long. If it wasn't for that bird, always showing me the best ways to deal with every situation, than I'd have been dead a hundred times over by now.

The girl stares straight into the eyes of the ghostly parrot.
the ghostly parrot stares right back.

DON QUINCY
I think you owe me something.

The little girl turned her head toward Quincy.

LITTLE GIRL
What?

DON QUINCY
You still haven't told me your name.

Cold Stone: Gloom, re-report...
Gloom: Sir? What's wrong?
Cold Stone: Just do it!!
Gloom: Nothing new...except for the fact that we've lost our test labs in Lake Tahoe.
Cold Stone: Nevermind that...Wraith is handling that matter personally. Omega runs like a dream Gloom, you're a genius.
Gloom: Fantastic...now, how about the test results for Core.
Cold Stone: So far, I've heard that Metal Gear Core is online, and will be activated within next week if no other problems occur.
Gloom: And are you sure Dreamscape doesn't want my team to aid his team in any more developments for Core?
Cold Stone: Ask him yourself.

Suddenly, Cold Stone's corporal, Dark Heart, a Patriot soldier, standing at 7 feet tall, wearing full body armor, and a massive gattling gun, entered the housing center, saluting his commander. He is of course one of the powerful "friends" of Cold Stone that Quincy had mentioned to Full Tang earlier, and was his own personal body guard.

Dark Heart: Sir, I have just received a message from Wraith, he says that you used Metal Gear Omega without his knowledge, and destroyed our viral housing base without his consent, is this true?
Cold Stone: Yes, and I stand by my decision.
Dark Heart: Well, you may not be standing much longer if you do something like that again and Wraith finds out.
Cold Stone: One mistake, my friend, ONE mistake!
Dark Heart: Don't worry, he will overlook your mistake once Nemesis is in Africa.
Cold Stone: Doomsday picked him up? I thought he was still in North Aftrica.
Dark Heart: No, his chopper is still operational...but his arsenal had grown bone dry, and our munitions stations were empty.
Cold Stone: Sending a second payload? Vagrant....that old bastard just won't die....
Dark Heart: Well, now he will have Doomsday's chopper AND Nemesis to deal with.

Meanwhile, a heavily armored Patriot soldier, wearing massive steel plates around his body, with two massive missile launchers mounted on his shoulders along with a minigun, remains seated in Doomsday's chopper while he headed back to Africa. Nemesis slowly opened the door of the attack chopper, and signalled back to Doomsday;

Nemesis: Search the upper terraign, I'll investigate the non seiged villages, we need more territory anyway.
Doomsday: Understood.

Suddenly, two small turbines came out of Nemesis' almost cyborg like body as he shot clear out of the chopper, and down to the ground while Doomsday continued to search for Quincy, Full Tang, Nikali, and the remaining rebels.

Nemesis: Come on out and plaaaaaaaaay.......

His footsteps were heavy as this massive machine like being walked through an almost ghost town style village. No one exited the huts, no one would attempt to attack at the sights of this monster. So as a result, Nemesis activated every single scanner on his body. He had on him, a massive round helmet with a green scanner cam moving along his visor, detecting any life in the area. There were people around this village, no one really important, but any one of these people in this village, which would serve no purpose to The Patriots, could've been the notorious rebels responsible for Nightmare's death. So, Nemesis lifed his minigun, and began firing his massive weapon, within the center of the village, at each and every single wooden house, hut, and barrek in the area. Dozens of wooden houses were shot straight to the ground, with at least three of four people in them each, while dozens of people began exiting their homes, and running for their lives. Not that it did them any good, because Nemesis immediately fired three missiles. Two towards the houses and huts grouped together near the crowd of people fleeing the scene, and one single missile straight into the crowd itself. Nemesis, a Patriot soldier, almost as deadly as his commander Cold Stone himself, had just single handed decimated an entire village, with absolutely zero survivors...and still....no rebels, no Foxhound agents, no Vagrant...not that it mattered to the sadist, he merely grunted in frustration, and headed south towards Quincy and the child's location while Doomsday's chopper headed towards Full Tang's position. Cold Stone may have been out of the area, but his "friends" were still very present.

Tang could hear the chatter over the patriot radio that village was just annihilated by nemesis. He was at a crossroads with himself he knew vagrant could handle himself but…what about the little girl and the rest of the rebels. Tang wanted desperately to go and confront cold stone, he remembered vagrants’ warnings. He was so hot in the head he didn’t register them but now…tang turned the plane around and headed back to Africa.

After about an hour of flight he came across the base he just flown from. Upon going over it two sams where launched Tang fired the counter measures it got one as it detonated in a blaze of fire. but one still kept on his tail he was almost to the caves just over that hill. He saw the chopper that vagrant was fighting it was firing all over the place. Tang got an idea he maneuvered close to the ground an went just over the top of the helicopter

Doomsday: what!?…Oh, shit!

The missile was about to hit the chopper when Doomsday jumped out. Not two seconds later the missile detonated and the chopper blew up in a blaze of glory. Tang flew back and landed vertically just outside the crash site. He jumped out the cock pit and headed towards the wreck

Full Tang: where is the pilot?

Doomsday: right here! PAOOH

He shot Tang in the back but the bullet made the tiniest dents in the armor. Tang jumped back and confronted the monster before him he was wearing almost the same kind of armor cold stone was but different it looked heavier. He lowered the .45 and looked at Tang through the visor his eyes were red

Doomsday: that bullet should have pierced your armor…where did you get it.

Full Tang: from you.

He moved quickly and struck him in the chest with a loud ping it sounded as if someone had struck a gong. He tried again but Doomsday caught his arm and through him six feet, away Tang righted himself in mid air and landed on his feet his knees bent under the force.

Doomsday: quick aint ya…LETS SEE HOW QUICK

He raised his weapon and fired like a mad man Tang was able to get one knight stick out and blocked the bullets with sparks and loud pings. Doomsday fired until he emptied his clip. The crazed villain picked up a steal rod from the wreck and charged he swung madly as tang dodged the deadly strikes. Tang ducked under a massive homerun swing and slammed the forearm piece into Doomsday's ribs. Doomsday spun and slammed the rod into tangs face knocking him on his back. Satisfied he had killed Tang he walked to the cock pit and saw the armored box still intact, he pulled it out and opened it. Inside was his gear a saw machine gun and several desert eagles. He looked over his shoulder to see that Tangs body was gone he stood up

Doomsday: RRRRR WHY WONT YOU DIE!!!!

Full Tang: because I have a mission to complete

Doomsday: WHAT!!!… PING POW POH

Tang knocked Doomsday into a daze he seized the opportunity and slammed his foot square in his chest leaving a massive dent in Doomsday’s armored chest plate. He got back on his feet aimed the saw at Tang and let lose a barrage of metal. Tang just deflected the bullets as he walked up to him. The firing stopped when he was out of ammo Doomsday took his pistol and continued until tang was on top of him. He casually grabbed the pistol from his hand and slammed his elbow in Doomsdays head, which dazed him tang, took of his helmet to reveal a terribly scarred face and blonde hair.

Cold Stone: Doomsday have you finished off Vagrant yet

Doomsday: help…sir please…PAOOH

Cold Stone: Doomsday…respond…DOOMSDAY!

Full Tang: He wont be responding to anyone

Cold Stone: who is this? Vagrant?

Full Tang: do you remember a little martial arts academy in California do you remember the students you killed…

Cold Stone: Able Sandoval? I KILLED YOU, YOU BASTARD

Full Tang: my name is Full Tang…


he he how was that one? ^_^