Post by Johnathan Torrence on Apr 6, 2015 23:51:18 GMT -5
It had been less than two weeks since Snake returned from his visit to Shadow Moses, a dark shadow had fallen over the Mother Base since then, Absolute silence followed him everywhere. All talk of the Metal Gears and the potential Nuclear Holocaust had fallen on deaf ears until a mission had arrived. A small riot here, a terrorist assassin there, it had all become so trivial in the eyes of the Self-Established group led by Big Boss.
Newton took a deep breath, his young lungs filled with the salty air as the helecarrier lifted slowly from the launch pad. Rifle in hand, the young soldier lifted the sights to his eye as he spotted the flag flowing in the heavy winds provided on behalf of the high tides and near torrential waves. The soldier enjoyed the heavy steel in his hand along with the feel of the cold night air biting against his exposed skin. Around him were his friends, fellow soldiers who had fought in countless wars and killed countless enemies for any number of reasons. Their faces burned into his mind and their dogtags jingled against their chests. They were the remaining of the 552, the specialized sub-unit trained specifically for Nuclear deterrence. They had gotten word that somewhere in the Mediterranean was an experimental weapon designed to destroy any form of mobile platform or carrier, the device had no specific designs or name, it was only referred to as a "Gear Cannon," A play on the strength of the Mobile Gears and their capacity for destruction.
"I think it's kind of weird we don't have any pictures or information on these things..." Newton commented, Tugging absentmindedly on his throat mic, making sure it was secure before removing his badges and patches identifying himself as a PMC. After the briefing, the team had requested any intel on the weapons or what kind of security they could run in to, they were only informed of the devastation the weapons would bring. Nothing more.
"I mean think about it, if these guns were really stolen, or even built and we had access to their source, we would have some kind of information, like shape, weight, even what kind of ammo they used... but we legitimately have nothing to go on!"
Newton took a deep breath, his young lungs filled with the salty air as the helecarrier lifted slowly from the launch pad. Rifle in hand, the young soldier lifted the sights to his eye as he spotted the flag flowing in the heavy winds provided on behalf of the high tides and near torrential waves. The soldier enjoyed the heavy steel in his hand along with the feel of the cold night air biting against his exposed skin. Around him were his friends, fellow soldiers who had fought in countless wars and killed countless enemies for any number of reasons. Their faces burned into his mind and their dogtags jingled against their chests. They were the remaining of the 552, the specialized sub-unit trained specifically for Nuclear deterrence. They had gotten word that somewhere in the Mediterranean was an experimental weapon designed to destroy any form of mobile platform or carrier, the device had no specific designs or name, it was only referred to as a "Gear Cannon," A play on the strength of the Mobile Gears and their capacity for destruction.
"I think it's kind of weird we don't have any pictures or information on these things..." Newton commented, Tugging absentmindedly on his throat mic, making sure it was secure before removing his badges and patches identifying himself as a PMC. After the briefing, the team had requested any intel on the weapons or what kind of security they could run in to, they were only informed of the devastation the weapons would bring. Nothing more.
"I mean think about it, if these guns were really stolen, or even built and we had access to their source, we would have some kind of information, like shape, weight, even what kind of ammo they used... but we legitimately have nothing to go on!"
