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| The New FOXHOUND; A Final Legacy | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 7 2008, 01:45 PM (66 Views) | |
| Nils | Aug 7 2008, 01:45 PM Post #1 |
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Hey all, As anyone who has read my other topic will know, I am currently writing an MGS fanfic with almost entirely my own characters. However, this is a long an arduous task, and I have planned a huge story out for them. It details my teams history and eventual dissention into chaos and terrorism, charts some of Philanthropies unmentioned missions besides the 'Tanker' incident, follows Raiden between MGS 2 - MGS4, and then continues afterward with the recreation of FOXHOUND under Meryl's command. Now, trying to write all these plot lines at the same time is breaking my head open, and is therefore taking quite some time. I have managed though, in the mean time, to write some of 'The New FOXHOUND' set after MGS4. So, Im going to post that up for everyone to read, and will continue with it while writing the rest of my fanfics. Feel free to critisize constructively. Hope everyone enjoys. Nils ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Every muscle in Snake’s body complained at her, each one throbbing in protest at the position she was in. She had only two options, and the first she had tried. Ignoring it didn’t work. While she acknowledged the pain, it remained a dull and bearable ache, however on trying to put it out of her mind, what felt like fire shot through her, just to remind her that she should be and indeed was, in agony. So there was only option two left. That was grit her teeth and get on with it. ‘All I need is some inspiration’ she thought to herself, hoping that a little self-gratification may lighten this situation. Looking upward, she saw that she had made her way around halfway down the vertical duct that she was currently in. Realising this had, of course, the opposite effect. To come down that far had taken most of her reserves of strength, and seemed to take forever. To know that she had as far to go again made the teeth gritting option seem even harder. She sighed, and continued her descent of the duct, using outstretched arms and knees to create isometric pressure to prevent her from just falling out into the open. How had her nice and relatively simple existence working as an informant for the UN ever come to this? ‘Just let go’ a little voice in Snake’s head said. ‘Let go. He won’t see you.’ Uttering a little growl, she attempted to dislodge the thought from her head. While she had great faith in her own skills, she would not, under any circumstance, underestimate that of her pursuers. If she did that, she’d end up dead, and after almost a year of surviving through the toughest of situations, she wasn’t about to break her track record. She inched down a little further. And again. ‘Let go soldier. You have been trained to land lightly. Let go. He won’t see you. If you carry on this way, you won’t be able to defend yourself as effectively as you should due to injury. Don’t put yourself through this unnecessary pain’. She growled again. This proved exactly what she thought. She needed to get back to the gym and work out areas of her body that hadn’t been used quite as much as her boss had demanded. But still, work out or no, at this moment in time she refused to give in. Looking down, she could see the opening she was heading toward, the exit from her current state of anguish. A strange, yet fresh smell, the type of smell usually associated with cold air, rose up to greet her. It taunted her nostrils and confirmed that if she did what her mind carried on willing her to do, she would be out of the claustrophobic spaces he was currently wedged in, and the pain would subside. She also saw that she was still far too far up to risk just releasing the pressure on the wall, therefore letting herself go. She would land alright, and wouldn’t injure herself, but she would create a hell of a noise on the iron grate walkway below her. That was all he needed to find her. One slip up and that was it, he’d have got the drop on her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She was a proud member of the new FOXHOUND, and she wasn’t about to lose her dignity to a long haired and skinny excuse of a man. Meryl would never let her hear the end of it. Mara was still unsure as to how she had gotten the title ‘Snake’. Saved for only the best operatives of FOXHOUND, Mara was far from that. As a ‘Jackal’ rank, she was happy in the knowledge that she had come a long way, but still had far to go. The boss himself only allowed himself the ‘Fox’ rank, and he was ultimately better than her. Even Meryl managed to floor Mara in their training, and she, as one of the founders, was entitled the ‘Hound’ rank. So how, in the space of 24 short hours, had Mara been singled out for solo sneaking missions, dangerous and extensive combat training, and the title ‘Snake’, bypassing everything up to it, surpassing her mentor and her higher ups? The news had left her confused beyond belief, and she had been slightly upset that she had not been able to know more, or even consulted, on Meryl’s quick and peculiarly rash decision. But then, that was FOXHOUND to the t. Everything was kept hush hush, and choices were made by a group of people at the higher end of the military spectrum, caring little for the feelings of any of the operatives involved. Even its re-establishment was kept under wraps, only a hand full of military commanders knowing of its reform under Meryl Campbell-Saski, and her eventual plans for it. It was more secret than the word secret implied, and she had been roped into it. Surprisingly, thinking about the scent of fresh air and political intrigue had passed more time than Snake had thought. She was far further down the shaft than she had been, and she had, for the time being, broken the pain barrier caused by her incredibly awkward contortion. Looking down, the floor was now almost within dropping distance, and looking up filled her with some kind of strong sense of profound superiority. ‘Even the real Snake would have struggled with that’ she thought to herself. And then she made the mistake that compromised all of her hard work. It would be a mistake that she would remember for as long as she lived, and it seemed everyone else would too. It would be told as a story to new recruits in years to come, in a desperate attempt to teach the rookies what not to do. She lost her grip on the wall. Her knee’s came away. Even looking back on the mistake, she had no idea how it happened. Perhaps her knee pad came loose, or her foot hadn’t been quite as stable as she’d first thought, but overall, shed somehow messed it up. Edited by Nils, Aug 7 2008, 01:46 PM.
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| theman515 | Aug 8 2008, 01:52 AM Post #2 |
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very cool i liked it alot although you should clear up that this is a different snake cuz for half the story i thought you accidentally pressed s before he or some thing but yeah good story cant wait for the full story |
 
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