Command Center, Mother Base - (@Kristia)
Cigar smoke filtered through the air conditioning units as an uncomfortable soldier paced about his private office. MSF's Mother Base housed many amenities and was more than capable of supporting a small country's worth of people, politicians, farmers, and more, but it couldn't supply the comfort of a peaceful life. The grizzled soldier did not mind the lack of comfort, and as he looked out a window and onto the offshore plant his soldiers had built, he figured there was no such thing as 'peaceful comfort' in this world. To be frank, the man didn't even know the meaning of peace. For so long he had fought and died on the battlefield, participated in many operations, and killed plenty of people just to get where he was today. Conflict was in his nature, and he had to fight for his right to keep living. Everything that he had, he needed to fight to protect it.
Big Boss growled as he rubbed the side of his face, the part that wasn't covered in a weathered eyepatch. MSF was his vision for a soldier's heaven, an Outer Heaven. He cared deeply for its wellbeing and the soldiers wearing the Pangea-skull patch in its honor. These were good soldiers who fought not because they needed a reason, but because they simply were needed in the world. Someone needed someone to fight for them, and if the times call for it, the soldiers would be more than just hired guns. They would be revolutionaries, criminals, terrorists.
MSF was a business, and after the Peace Walker incident, business was about to get better.
But there was a problem. After the Peace Walker incident the client, a Costa Rican student named Paz Ortega, was revealed to be a triple agent working for an organization called CIPHER. Her attempt to terrorize the land near Mother Base and label the soldiers as pirates was thwarted at the cost of catastrophic damage to Metal Gear ZEKE and losing the one tie to CIPHER MSF had. Paz, or Pacifica Ocean, was thrown into the water after the fight and was rumored to have been rescued by a fisherman. Big Boss couldn't afford to have the traitor leak any secrets or meet back up with CIPHER, so his future days were booked on trying to find out Paz's whereabouts. This in turn took up most of his free time and put a heavy burden on his mind.
Before the legendary soldier could get back to his files and documents, a dull knock came at his door. He growled for the visitor to come in before sitting back down in his chair. A blonde-haired man stepped into the room wearing the uniform of the MSF, although with a yellow scarf and sunglasses on. He looked over at Big Boss and shook his head at the sight of the soldier smoking in his chair with a desk filled with papers and walkman tapes.
"Boss, Alligator has returned to base with a prisoner in tow. He's been admitted to the brig until someone can talk to him."
"You're not even going to chastise me for not inspecting the men, Kaz?" Big Boss said with a chuckle, dismissing Kazuhira Miller's statement. "It is Sunday after all, and it's late."
"Everyone is in agreement that you deserve some R&R, Boss. No-one is judging you for not showing up, especially after this incident with Paz," Kaz explained. "And... Well, I figure I factor into you needing some R&R."
"I'll rest when I'm dead, Kaz. Now, what's this about a prisoner?"
Kaz pressed up on his sunglasses and stepped up to the window where Big Boss once stood. He thought for a moment as the grizzled soldier took another drag from his cigar.
"Alligator was sent to neutralize a flock of Kidnappers that didn't go offline after Peace Walker. He performed his task and managed to take out the operators, a pair of Peace Sentinel soldiers operating from a cargo truck a half-mile north from the landing beach in Costa Rica." Kaz noticed the blank stare in Big Boss' eye and explained further. "The same beach where you had the date with Paz."
"Ugh, don't remind me," Big Boss groaned. "It was torture enough having to reset all my CO-OPS communication responses to things she'd like, and all I got for my efforts was a sandy tuxedo, an awkward time in a cardboard box, and a copy of Amanda's uniform."
"Yes... It wasn't a good time," Kaz agreed. "Anyway, Alligator managed to find the prisoner nearby in a small hovel. According to him, the prisoner had some demolitions supplies on him and other combat equipment. And no, we don't believe he has any affiliation with the Sandinistas. He's in the brig for now."
"Don't we usually put POWs on the staff roster after they get here?"
"We used to, but after Paz and Zadornov, we should be more careful."
Big Boss nodded and took another drag from his cigar before standing up. POWs were rescued and either put to work or sent back to their homes. MSF did not force enemy combatants or POWs to work against their will, but they didn't allow them to walk Mother Base until they made a firm decision. Before Big Boss could speak up, a nearby radio unit beeped and came to life. The sound was choppy and somewhat faint, but for the Boss, it was as clear as day. He approached the radio and listened in for a moment before glancing out the windows. A helicopter was flying towards Mother Base in the distance, but it wasn't embroidered with the MSF insignia.
"Ah... That must be one of our clients," Big Boss muttered. He turned to his desk and reached for his M1911A1, his lethal pistol of choice. "Kaz, find someone to talk to that prisoner. I shouldn't be too long on this one."
"You got it Boss. I'll have one of the men on that right away."
Typically the guards in the brig would try to make conversation with prisoners and enemies and try to sway them over to MSF's side. Because of Zadornov's multiple escape attempts which required work to be done on cells and Paz's 'homecooking' before the ZEKE incident, the usual gaurds were not on duty. They were in the sickbay recovering from a bad case of food poisoning. That left the combat unit soldiers as temporary guards. As Big Boss left to see after the approaching client, Kaz remembered that there was a list of soldiers who were chosen to temporarily guard or be present in the brig.
The man reached for his radio and dialed it for direct communication with Mother Base's shooting range. If his hunch was right, the soldier whose turn it was to be in the brig was probably in the range.
[Miller-149.57] This is Miller requesting Hunting Fox. Hunting Fox come in! -]
(( Wonder, you can have fun by yourself in the brig, right? Apologies, but I'm dead tired and this is all that I can do right now. ))
Cigar smoke filtered through the air conditioning units as an uncomfortable soldier paced about his private office. MSF's Mother Base housed many amenities and was more than capable of supporting a small country's worth of people, politicians, farmers, and more, but it couldn't supply the comfort of a peaceful life. The grizzled soldier did not mind the lack of comfort, and as he looked out a window and onto the offshore plant his soldiers had built, he figured there was no such thing as 'peaceful comfort' in this world. To be frank, the man didn't even know the meaning of peace. For so long he had fought and died on the battlefield, participated in many operations, and killed plenty of people just to get where he was today. Conflict was in his nature, and he had to fight for his right to keep living. Everything that he had, he needed to fight to protect it.
Big Boss growled as he rubbed the side of his face, the part that wasn't covered in a weathered eyepatch. MSF was his vision for a soldier's heaven, an Outer Heaven. He cared deeply for its wellbeing and the soldiers wearing the Pangea-skull patch in its honor. These were good soldiers who fought not because they needed a reason, but because they simply were needed in the world. Someone needed someone to fight for them, and if the times call for it, the soldiers would be more than just hired guns. They would be revolutionaries, criminals, terrorists.
MSF was a business, and after the Peace Walker incident, business was about to get better.
But there was a problem. After the Peace Walker incident the client, a Costa Rican student named Paz Ortega, was revealed to be a triple agent working for an organization called CIPHER. Her attempt to terrorize the land near Mother Base and label the soldiers as pirates was thwarted at the cost of catastrophic damage to Metal Gear ZEKE and losing the one tie to CIPHER MSF had. Paz, or Pacifica Ocean, was thrown into the water after the fight and was rumored to have been rescued by a fisherman. Big Boss couldn't afford to have the traitor leak any secrets or meet back up with CIPHER, so his future days were booked on trying to find out Paz's whereabouts. This in turn took up most of his free time and put a heavy burden on his mind.
Before the legendary soldier could get back to his files and documents, a dull knock came at his door. He growled for the visitor to come in before sitting back down in his chair. A blonde-haired man stepped into the room wearing the uniform of the MSF, although with a yellow scarf and sunglasses on. He looked over at Big Boss and shook his head at the sight of the soldier smoking in his chair with a desk filled with papers and walkman tapes.
"Boss, Alligator has returned to base with a prisoner in tow. He's been admitted to the brig until someone can talk to him."
"You're not even going to chastise me for not inspecting the men, Kaz?" Big Boss said with a chuckle, dismissing Kazuhira Miller's statement. "It is Sunday after all, and it's late."
"Everyone is in agreement that you deserve some R&R, Boss. No-one is judging you for not showing up, especially after this incident with Paz," Kaz explained. "And... Well, I figure I factor into you needing some R&R."
"I'll rest when I'm dead, Kaz. Now, what's this about a prisoner?"
Kaz pressed up on his sunglasses and stepped up to the window where Big Boss once stood. He thought for a moment as the grizzled soldier took another drag from his cigar.
"Alligator was sent to neutralize a flock of Kidnappers that didn't go offline after Peace Walker. He performed his task and managed to take out the operators, a pair of Peace Sentinel soldiers operating from a cargo truck a half-mile north from the landing beach in Costa Rica." Kaz noticed the blank stare in Big Boss' eye and explained further. "The same beach where you had the date with Paz."
"Ugh, don't remind me," Big Boss groaned. "It was torture enough having to reset all my CO-OPS communication responses to things she'd like, and all I got for my efforts was a sandy tuxedo, an awkward time in a cardboard box, and a copy of Amanda's uniform."
"Yes... It wasn't a good time," Kaz agreed. "Anyway, Alligator managed to find the prisoner nearby in a small hovel. According to him, the prisoner had some demolitions supplies on him and other combat equipment. And no, we don't believe he has any affiliation with the Sandinistas. He's in the brig for now."
"Don't we usually put POWs on the staff roster after they get here?"
"We used to, but after Paz and Zadornov, we should be more careful."
Big Boss nodded and took another drag from his cigar before standing up. POWs were rescued and either put to work or sent back to their homes. MSF did not force enemy combatants or POWs to work against their will, but they didn't allow them to walk Mother Base until they made a firm decision. Before Big Boss could speak up, a nearby radio unit beeped and came to life. The sound was choppy and somewhat faint, but for the Boss, it was as clear as day. He approached the radio and listened in for a moment before glancing out the windows. A helicopter was flying towards Mother Base in the distance, but it wasn't embroidered with the MSF insignia.
"Ah... That must be one of our clients," Big Boss muttered. He turned to his desk and reached for his M1911A1, his lethal pistol of choice. "Kaz, find someone to talk to that prisoner. I shouldn't be too long on this one."
"You got it Boss. I'll have one of the men on that right away."
Typically the guards in the brig would try to make conversation with prisoners and enemies and try to sway them over to MSF's side. Because of Zadornov's multiple escape attempts which required work to be done on cells and Paz's 'homecooking' before the ZEKE incident, the usual gaurds were not on duty. They were in the sickbay recovering from a bad case of food poisoning. That left the combat unit soldiers as temporary guards. As Big Boss left to see after the approaching client, Kaz remembered that there was a list of soldiers who were chosen to temporarily guard or be present in the brig.
The man reached for his radio and dialed it for direct communication with Mother Base's shooting range. If his hunch was right, the soldier whose turn it was to be in the brig was probably in the range.
[Miller-149.57] This is Miller requesting Hunting Fox. Hunting Fox come in! -]
(( Wonder, you can have fun by yourself in the brig, right? Apologies, but I'm dead tired and this is all that I can do right now. ))
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