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Mr. Roboto	By : ktatters Category: +M through R > Metal Gear Views: 1665 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mr. Roboto
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Another battlefield to recon with another new operative. Philanthropy is growing in leaps and bounds now that Metal Gears really are a reality of modern day warfare, and with that growth comes the young bucks ready to prove themselves. I might be the techie who is most likely to get them to live through to the second mission, but that doesn't help much when almost all of them die anyways. One percent of new recruits living through their first mission over all of Philanthropy isn't exactly good odds. I don't care how cheap they are, we shouldn't be hiring like this.
I've had twelve of them since Snake left me for Meryl, and here I am again with another raw recruit partner to guide, one who is more than likely to get killed for the Cause. The last one I guided, code naming himself Doctor Death as though he thought war was some big XBox360 game, had almost managed to complete the mission, but in the end... They were all the same. Twenty-year-olds who should have joined Greenpeace instead of Philanthropy.
Damn Nastasha¹ for making me go on with it. I should stand up to her and tell her 'no!' Metal Gear isn't my fault anymore. The time came years ago to leave this to professionals. The Patriots started this new war; they should be the ones to end it. In the end, I have no doubt that they will be. Of course, they might have all pulled out by now. Philanthropy doesn't exactly know, what with all the recon missions going bad.
And whose fault is that, I can only ask myself acidly.
They didn't even bother to give me a proper briefing this time. What am I supposed to do? I'm blindly guiding these kids through mazes and mousetraps, and I don't even have anyone's assurance that there's a piece of cheese at the end of the damned thing.
And now a call on Codec. Codec? Damn it, no one's briefed him either. Why not just tell him to shoot up a flare in front of a Metal Gear? Stupid, stupid, stupid! We go through all the expense and effort to get them into the area, and we don't tell them to keep the Codec communications out of it?
I set the robot to sniffing out the signal as though it were some sort of Saint Bernard looking through the aftermath of an avalanche. It looks like some kind of avalanche, with papers and concrete flakes strewn like snowflakes all over the sand. I can only hope that I get to our new operative before the real Metal Gears converge on the position.
My little friend spots movement fairly quickly and I take manual control of the robot as it starts to sneak up on him-- after all, the Metal Gear Mark II is a very expensive piece of equipment. I don't want it destroyed because it gets too close to a hostile.
Closer and closer the robot creeps, silently stalking its prey. I feel like I'm a predator or something. I can see the man collapse in a coughing fit, and I pull the robot back. Could be I've been noticed... or it could be the man's allergic to all the dust. He gets up after a moment and I move closer to get a proper facial identification.
My robot almost falls over when I read what it says it's found. Solid Snake? They've paired me with-- There must be a mistake. He partners with Meryl now! They're a fucking item, emphasis on the--
No wonder they didn't brief me.
The thought of working with him again... Well. It's got to be him that did the Codec call. Really, I should have known it'd be someone from the old guard, since almost no one has the old Codec technology anymore.
He's grabbing his gun, and it's a good thing I've programmed my little robot pal to take some automatic action in case of threats. It moves out of the way before he can fire, and a moment later he turns back to watch the soldiers flanking us.
It's going to take courage to do this. To work with him when he left like that... When he left me for her...
Well. None of that should matter. We're both professionals, we can work together. I put on my best optimistic face and have the robot move to him. "Hey Snake, it's me."
"Who?" That blank look-- he doesn't recognize me. Which is all right, I mean, I barely recognize him now. The mustache looks awful on him-- must be Meryl's idea of good looking. His eyes are lined, he hasn't bothered with dying his hair in who knows how long. He looks like hell. Serves him right.
"Snake, it's me."
"Otacon!?"
Yeah, he wasn't told he'd be working with me either. Sure, I look older, but that kind of surprise? Damn them! I didn't want to work with Snake again! Hadn't I made that clear? Time didn't heal all wounds. Hell, you don't want it to heal them all. Some of them you like to keep close to your heart, especially when they play themselves in your brain night after night. Being a fucking placeholder in someone else's life was-- Okay, I have to stop this. I am a professional.
My smile is strained, but it is still a smile. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I say. Like he'd known I was coming all along. He starts smiling! Smiling! I hate him for that.
Of course, I can't help my own smile rapidly turning genuine from the pleasure of seeing my old friend again. No matter how angry with him I want to be, no matter how much I want to hate him... The feelings haven't changed for me. "I'm here to help you from here on out," I say. And I mean it. I'm tired of watching them all die. I really, really hope this isn't going to end like the last few missions.
"Where are you now?" he asks me.
"Out of harm's way," I say with a shrug. Even though this is all through Philanthropy's private satellite system, I can't help the paranoia. Two other behind the scenes guys were killed this year from giving away their position over Codec. I'm not about to be the third dead support man.
"Is that remote control?" Snake asks, a touch of a smile eating the edge of his still-full lips.
"Yup. And this mechanism is equipped with a Cell Processor." I do a little turn with the machine, which is rather clumsy. Guess I'm kind of distracted. Snake smiles again before his attention drifts back out the window, turning and giving me a great view of his ass. It looks like some things haven't changed, at least.
"Otacon, we're surrounded," he says. Well, duh. I only barely manage to avoid rolling my eyes as he turns back to me.
"Any ideas?"
He gets that thinking look that he always gets when he's making a plan. "Can you lend me a hand?" he asks.
"Not at the moment..." I ruefully reply. My mind is already half on field upgrades we could do to the robot... Well, if I don't want him to die, I need to give him as much help as I can. "Snake, you'd better get moving," I say, then pause. I can help, at least a little. The little robot still has the ammunition I loaded it with before sending it out to the battlefield. This mission isn't strictly OSP, though it might as well be with the kind of help I can give him.
I pass the ammo to Snake a little hesitantly and he gives me a half smile. "OK. I'll take what I can get." He starts dealing with the gun, then gets up and starts walking away, giving me another great view. Is he doing this on purpose?
He pauses and turns back. "You coming?" he asks.
"Of course. I'll be behind you all the way." I grin at my little joke and then circle him before noticing something. "Uhh, Snake..."
"What now?" he asks. He doesn't sound annoyed, despite the abrupt sounding words.
"Didn't you quit?" Meryl was much more forceful than I was. I hadn't accomplished in three short years what she'd done in five long minutes. And he grins because it's just like old times. And then I realize it's not even lit. He's not smoking it at all.
And he turns to the wall and the end of the cigarette goes red and then white as he smokes it. "Nah, just found a light," he says, and then he smiles down at my image again.
My little Metal Gear Mark II almost falls over. There was just one response to that. Love can bloom... "Even in the middle of a battlefield..." I wave my hand and cough against the imaginary second hand smoke that I'm allergic to-- Smoke makes my eyes water. His eyes light up with happiness for a second.
The two of us together again. I won't have to see another young man die in front of me today. And maybe... just maybe...
He went back to being serious and looked out at the war zone around us. "Go!"
Notes
1. New trailer evidence shows that Nastasha is the person who established Philanthropy, but it's damned hard to read.
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