Metal Gear Ares: War Reborn (IC)

[Azure Limit]

"Fox, you think that denting that flimsy suit of your's is the most I can do? Ha....if that's what you think....this will be fun!" Massacre ran to the left, and swept sideways, slashing with the force of his body. Fox guarded, but was pushed back. Instead of going in for another strike, Massacre guarded. A good move, as Fox swung his blade down, and it would have been fatal if Massacre attacked.

"Massacre, I'm disappointed. It's not like you to not go for an attack!" Fox mocked, swinging his blade rappidly in strong, fluid motions. Massacre kept up his guard.

"I suppose fighting you has made me aware of your style. Or perhaps....you're just like me!" Massacre kicked Fox in the chest, sending him back, but when he went for a follow up attack Fox rolled under him, and aimed for Massacre's neck. He stopped however, as Massacre had slung his blade behind him, holding it at Fox's neck. It was a stalemate. Both of them smiled wickedly, enjoying the heat of the battle. Both jumping back, Massacre started to laugh.

"Yes, yes!" I can't believe this feels this good! This fight is the greatest!" Both charged, holding nothing back. They clashed at full force. Then, Massacre stabbed Fox through the thigh, as Fox stabbed Massacre through the arm. Then with their other blades they stabbed each other through the chest. Pulling their blades out they jumped back. The suits mended instantly, healing them.

"Ha....It seems out suits won't let us die..." Massacre said, smiling wickedly. They were about to charge each other again, but stopped as a flash of light flew overhead. Soon after, a nuclear explosion errupted across the horrizon...

[Tigeress]

The woman's sleep was interrupted again by the static of her ears.. sometimes the tools she used needed to be adjusted.. and slowly she began to relax.. It was interesting how new technology was considerably easy to break.

She shifted slowly in her odd colored jester outfit, standing up and walking slowly towards the window, yawning and stretching like some kind of life-size doll, her body quite noticable to any who looked.

Her keen eyes noticed alot from here, so high up she was. The world around her seemed like a play-pen, and adjusting the radio she could hear all the commotion Massacre had on his hands. She honestly never much liked the man, as he was rather uninventive with his mind. Still, they were allies in the loosest sense of the word.

Still, if him and his mystery opponent or enemies killed eachother, so much the better. She would only jump in if Ares wished her too, and he cleary did not.


Her eyes narrowed suddenly.. something was moving towards her, carefully yet skillfully, with the practice of a experienced soldier. So odd, to risk ones life and send a single person... She yawned some, before shutting off the lights and spray painting the window black, a sight that anyone could see if they could look so high up and keenly notice.

No need for vision yet.. only the light of the carnival, the thousands of toys and various other traits waited... She smiled as she grabbed her weaponary, various grenades of a huge amount of styles with long wicked looking knives hidden in the dramatic folds. A large meat cleaver rested easily in her right hand, the weapon looking as though it would belong on a ancient battlefield, rather than in modern warfare.

They would come, all she needed to do was wait... hours, or days, they would come.

[Mephisto]

Carefully he crept through the outskirts of the city. Viking was closing in on the tower that was his current objective. Thinking it over frequently since he heard the call, he decided he was correct in thinking it was trap. Though he couldn't let on he knew as much. And so, he carried on in the fashion he knew how to do, how he was trained. Take no unnecessary risk, checking frequently so he would not be taken by surprised.

When he finally made it to the base, he planet himself against the wall, next to what was probably the main entrance.He wondered if that was the best way to enter. If there even was another way to enter, would it be the better choice? Viking first decided to check out this entrance more. Peeking around the corner, he could see that it should not be too difficult to infiltrate. There was a camera in the upper corner near the door way that slowly panned back and forth. He waited until it panned away from him. He then slid around the corner and through the door, which he closed softly.

He was now in an empty corridor lined with doors. At the far end of the hall way was an elevator. There was also a stair case. Against his better judgment, he would have taken the elevator. And so, he chose the stairs. He then began his slow, steady, cautious ascent of the tower. Wondering which floor or floors he should check for information. Viking decided to quickly check each one by quickly and quietly peaking through the door of each level, looking and listening for anything out of the ordinary. He would have to continue this way for a while.

[Azure Limit]

Massacre took a few steps back. He didn't know what he just saw.

"Our fight ends...for now Fox!" He said, retreating. He had to know what was going on. When he was well hidden he communicated HQ.

"Ares, what was that!?" He asked, looking at the mushroom cloud in the distance.

"I was merly testing out the final stages of our new weapon." Ares cold voice crackled over the communicator. Massacre's eyes widened, then a wicked grin broke across his face.

"You mean...it's finished? MGA is finished?" Massacre could barely contain his excitement.

"Just about. At this point, there is nothing the Americans can do to stop us." He said. "I need you to return to base. Most likely FOXHOUND will be pressing an attack soon, and i will need you here."

"Understood. I am on my way." Massacre looked in the direction of where he fought Fox. "Ha....it looks like your mission has failed."


When Massacre returned to base he headed for the hangar. There it was. The massive monstosity made of the stongest metals in the world. It looked similar to a jet, only much, much larger. On its wings were eight columns of missle pods, and at the tip of each wing a focused beam cannon. And on the back, the most deadly weapon in the world, the rail gun, capable of firing a nuke to anywhere in the world.

"Its beautiful! With this, this world will become a giant battlefield! Yes, yes! With the power of Metal Gear Air!" Massacre started to laugh, as the wheels of fate started to move in his direction.

[Mephisto]

His ascent started smoothly. Viking took the first several flights very well. However, something was very odd. The tower seemed abandoned. The only thing that gave it any life was the camera out front. Viking continued his ascent.

Suddenly there was an explosion below him. Viking barely was able to grab the railing ahead of him. He was left hanging there, suspended many stories up. He holstered his pistol that was in his right hand, supporting himself with his left. He then used both arms and his legs to pull himself up and onto the remaining stare case. He then pulled back out his pistol, though waited before continuing.

He took in what had just happened. A small charge had just been set off, causing the stairs below him to fall and crumble to the floor. This tower seemed deserted, though he knew otherwise. This whole situation was extremely odd. Still, he had orders to find out just what the hell was going on here in this tower. And so, he proceeded very cautiously, though more quickly up the winding box stair case.

Another charge went off in front of Viking. After the dust cleared, he was there with his arms over his face from when he'd instantly shielded himself. He shook his head, realizing that a portion of the stairs in front of him were now missing, now apart of the rubble far below. This was already starting to become ridiculous. Thinking about how best to proceed, he came up with an idea. The stairs had unfortunately been destroyed in a corner, making it difficult to leap the cap, since it was at an angle, as well as the fact that he was lower than his desired destination. Vikings plan, however, was to get as much speed as he cold and then push himself off the wall to his left, hopefully causing a direction change as so he would possibly make it to the remaining stairs.

It was time to put this plan into action. He holstered his pistol once more and back up to where the corner behind him. Something else to add to his lack of fortune was that there wasn't that much length of stairs, not as much as he would have liked to perform this task. Starting further back, even though he could try, would most likely cause him to slow down when he turned the corner, which was not good before the leap of faith that would follow all too soon. However, he had to work with what he had, and staying where he was was not an option, nor was it intelligent. He hated feeling trapped like this, but he wasn't going to give up without trying.

And so, he made his way back the wall, grabbing the rail with his right hand. He lowered his stance into a sort of runners stance. He exploded forward, using the rail in his hand to push off with, as well as his feet. Viking bounded up the stairs two at a time, though there really wasn't that many before a long fall. When he reached the last of the steps, he pushed off, his body flying up. With a great effort, he managed to get his legs over to the left to push off the wall and launch him self to the next segment of stairs.

Viking barely made it, gripping onto the ragged concrete with his right hand, then his left. With the adrenaline coursing through him, he managed to quickly pull himself up.

"To hell with this," his said in a low voice. He was done with this whole situation. Even though he knew better, he was going to take his changes and run for it. When he last followed his "better" judgment, well, this is what it lead him into. Viking never even checked if the elevator was rigged in anyway, or if there were even people about the building to be worried over. He greatly regretted not at least checking first before passing on the elevator. He could have been a half way finished with a top to bottom sweep of the tower. And so, he bolted off and upward as fast as he could up the stairs. As he did so, explosions went off every ten seconds or so. It was in this insane dash to the top that he experience what was arguably one of the strangest sensations he'd ever felt. This was, of course, feeling that what you were stepping on was hanging in mid air. He was able to use the about-to-fall sections of steps to get to the safe segments as long as he kept running as fast as he possibly could up the stairs.

He was nearing the top, and so he ripped out his pistol just in case. He felt so very hopeful when he closed in on the door to the top level. He through it open and dove out into a hallway, rolling away and against a wall. Immediately checking in every direction for possible engagement. Thankfully, there was none, just like apparently everywhere else in this damn place.

He stayed there, siting, propped up again a wall of the corridor, breathing heavily. The sounds of the charges exploding and rubble falling had died soon after he'd exited the stairwell. Now he just heard the inevitable ringing in his ears. This was very inconvenient and unfortunate, his hearing would be off, which was not the best thing to suffer from when in his position, which was behind enemy lines.

After several minutes, Viking staggered to his feet. His hearing was becoming a bit better and he started to hear faint, though distinct sound. He paused and looked down the hall in the direction of the sound, quizzically. It was the only sound, beside the explosions, of course, that he'd heard since he'd entered this place. Since he was there to investigate, Viking started to walk cautiously toward the sound. With the combination of him drawing closer, and his vibrationally raped ears making a recovery, Viking could start to better make out the sound. No, the tune. It was oddly familiar. Yes, there was no mistaking it. It sounded like circus or carnival music. This situation coupled with the sound made him think of horror movies, which typically didn't bother him. Though this was very different, very real. Needless to say, Viking was, simply put, a bit freaked out. This was not a normal scenario at all. It was down right creepy. He continued to creep forward toward the song, now conditioned to be prepared for the ground to fall out from behind, in front of him, and even under him, at any moment. If this was to occur, he would be ready.


Nearing the source of the sound, Viking paused and took a deep breath before continuing. Only a few seconds more and he would be at the door. He reached it and slowly placed the barrel of his right pistol through the door handle, which he slowly opened, the song now very loud indeed. He slowly slipped in and was confronted with quite a site.

[Tigeress]

The scene unfolded as if a wonderful play, with the hundreds of odd dolls clad in fine wear. Their skins varied, from porceline to wood, all with beatifully shining eyes. Tall toy soldiers gaurded the entrance like proud british gaurds, standing so still that they seemed to take their imaginary role quite seriously.

Suddenly, in a burst of static, a voice sounded through a inter-com located strategically right above the entrance, so that its sudden movement would easily unerve anyone. "Long have I waited to bring the world under chaos.. and long has the chaos defied both reason and madness..." the voice was that of a actress, giving proper height to each word. "But tonight, my audience members.. whose eyes of stained glass and hearts of unbeating devotion shall witness true glory.. a final seen in tragedgy.. the ending of the knight who dares enter the dragons lair."

With that, the lights went out suddenly, and nothing moved.. nothing breathed... A echoing sound could be heard, somewhere oddly close, yet very far away.. a childish giggle.

[Mephisto]

Viking was bewildered by everything that was in and had just taken place in the room he'd stumbled upon. He has no idea what to do. Somewhere amongst all the toys and dolls and colors was his enemy, at least that is what he had gathered. He had not idea. This was so strange. But then again, he had heard of strange happenings and strange foes, but this was, well, pushing the envelope as far as he was concerned. What a strange person. He was almost happy that he'd probably have to kill her.

After collecting himself, he remembered that he was still on the field of battle and he couldn't let his guard down, and so he was not focused. He slowly progressed from the door. Keeping his eyes and ears open, checking in every direction as often as he could, thought seeming more skillful and cautious than paranoid. Viking was intently listening in the darkness for anything crucial that would aid him in the new dilemma he had now found himself in.

As he walked on, Viking thought about the voice he'd heard from over the intercom. It had startled him at first, so he didn't put the two together right away. But now that he was thinking about it, it seemed to him very likely that this eccentric-at-best young woman was the one who had put out the phony broadcast. She was the one who'd rigged the charges in stairwell. He'd been sent in to investigate a gigantic, and strange trap for whomever came in. There was probably even nothing to gain from investigating this place, though, once he'd finished off this clown here, he would be free to do so. Viking very much hoped that he would be able to find something of use in this damned tower.

Passing a pile of dolls, as far as he could make out in the darkness that his eyes were adjusting to, he suddenly noticed something by his foot. In a fraction of a second upon realization, Viking rolled forward. The pile of dolls exploded behind him as he did so. He reached down and lifted the wire he'd snagged on his boot toward his face to examine it more clearly. He had set off a damned trip mine. This whole theater or circus or whatever the hell it was, was probably filled with "goodies."

He heard a sound and he instantly turned to face that direction, both pistols drawn. He then heard it again behind him. She was trying to mess with his head. He, however, was going to keep his cool, and wait for the best oppurtunities. And, just as he anticipated, she attacked.

Viking narrowly dodged a small blade, expertly thrown from somewhere off to his right. He started looking in all directions, listening. Something didn't feel right on his face. He slowly reached up with is right hand and felt his cheek with his finger tips that were still wrapped around his pistol. I was now plain to Viking that he had not completely dodged the attack.

Another blade, from behind. As soon as he heard a flick of the throw dropped painfully to the ground. This was not going to be easy. Viking then decided to slowly crawl quietly on the ground and look in the gloom for signs of the unseen attacker. Crawling behind some cove, another pile of toys, Viking peeked out. He was able to see his flamboyantly dressed opponent stalking him from a far, though she probably wasn't exactly sure of his location since he'd dropped to the floor. A slight chill came over him. There was a grin on the odd woman's face as she crept forward, juggling miscellaneous objects from about the room, as well as some knives. It was not something Viking would have thought he'd be afraid of, but what he saw in that strange, dark place, not far enough away, as one of the creepiest things he'd ever experienced.

Viking slowly ducked back down and crept away to think up a strategy. On his way, a knife whizzed over his position, causing him to pause before continuing. She had shot blindly now, thought it was a hell of a good guess. Had he been standing, he'd have been stabbed in the abdomen. He needed to find something solid to take cover behind, preferably something that wouldn't detonate.

[Choidos]

Fox looked up in the sky as a missile flew past them and somewhere off in the distance it exploded, like one big firework it illuminated the sky, Fox stared right into it it's hypnotic sound and sight brought back memories of him being a kill, a freelancer, Fox knew he had to follow his instincts last time he relayed on a ground he was captured and almost killed, but not this time, no group will slow him down.

After the initial blow of the missile a shock wave came hurtling toward the scene crumbling buildings on impact, a few buildings around the fight crumbled.

After the shock wave came the defining sound wave the shattered glass the previous blast didn't.

Fox noticed Massacre running away no doubt to the base, there was no was Fox was going to let that bastard get away, and this mission has been going no where since they landed might as well follow him.

With Fox's master Stealth and quick agility he was able to keep at a distance where Massacre did not see him nor Fox loose Massacre.

About a few hours of running Massacre arrived at the base walking straight through the gates of the armed men and into the Base.

Fox looked around for a possible way in his camo was on, but he wouldn't risk going through the main gates.

So he went around spotting three camera's and an armed guard, guarding a ladder used to get on top of the base, Fox snuk up on the guard, grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into the blind spots before snapping him neck, and gently placing him on the ground.

Next Fox pulled out his blade and destroyed the three camera's and climbed up the ladder.

He pulled himself over the ledge and stood up. He looked in the base and was amazed at what he saw. Hordes of soldiers patrolling it, men in white running in and out of doors. Mobilized suits crawling around. This base was tightly packed.

[Azure Limit]

(OOC: Sorry I haven't posted...I wanted Mephisto's and tigeress' fight to finish but....of well.)

Massacre stood there...staring at the metal behemoth. After regaining what little composure he had, he turned and left for the control room.

"Soon...Very soon...the war will spread, the world will burn. Yes...yes, I'm shaking with anticipation!" Massacre entered the elevator going down. As the elevator decended...he thought for a moment. Fox...that persistant bastard...I feel as though he didn't stay in Kabul like a good boy...

Massacre sighed. "Why oh why can't you die? I suppose I should be thankful...I wouldn't have it any other way..." The elevator stopped and Massacre stepped off. Entering the control room he looked at the personel. "As of right now put the base into high alert...FOXHOUND will inevitably attack us withing the next 48 hours. We should be prepared to welcome our guests..." Massacre looked at Ares walking up to him.

"So...we give orders now...I don't really care anymore. Everything is going as planned. I leave control of this base to you. I have to focus on the finishing touches of Metal Gear Air." He said coldly. He then entered the elevator and disappeared.

"Ha....you won't be disappointed..." Massacre started to laugh. "Fox...I know you are out there...somewhere. Just wait a little longer...Soon...Your head will decorate my wall like a trophy!" He begun to laugh maniacly.