******************************************************************************* The Document of Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty ******************************************************************************* Script - Tanker Chapter 11/26/03 version 0.5 ******************************************************************************* TABLE OF CONTENTS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I. INTRODUCTION II. SCRIPT a.<Tanker Chapter> From "Opening Demo" To "Kamov Discovery Demo" b.<Tanker Chapter> From "Infrastructure Codec Demo" To "Pre-Olga Battle Demo" c.<Tanker Chapter> From "Olga Battle Victory Demo" To "Post-Olga Battle Victory Codec" d.<Tanker Chapter> From "Raven's Shadow Demo" To "Hatch Closing Demo" e.<Tanker Chapter> From "Ocelot and Soldier Demo" To "Enter Metal Gear Demo" f.<Tanker Chapter> From "Seizure of Metal Gear Demo" To "Metal Gear Escapes" III. EXEUNT a. Legal Stuff b. Sources c. Contact Info d. Thanks ******************************************************************************* I. INTRODUCTION ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first submission to Gamefaqs, so be gentle. I decided to write this up after many months of frustration on the Message Boards. Some people were blatantly misunderstanding the story and plot of the Metal Gear Solid series, and I was tired of reading these posts. Konami, thank their souls, decided to release "Document" which I hoped would help clear up any confusion about the game. This direct copy of the script provided in Document is my little piece in trying to clear up people's confusion. Any divisions within the script were there in the game. I tried to make this look as close to the image on my television as I could. Also, I actually copied this down with only about 95% accuracy. There were some obvious grammatical and spelling errors due to a severe lack of proof-reading by the development staff --tsk tsk gentlemen. But I guess one can forgive them since a new game is in the works, Substance. So, I basically corrected most misuses of punctuation and left the rest as is so I wouldn't be accused of doctoring the script. I hope you enjoy and that this provokes serious Message Board participation. Please note that there will be an accompanying script to the Plant Chapter forthcoming. The two files are way too large to include in the same FAQ. Enjoy ******************************************************************************* II. SCRIPT ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <Tanker Chapter> From “Opening Demo” To “Kamov Discovery Demo” SCENE T00a1D Opening Demo: Reminiscing monologue Snake’s Monologue as he looks back on the events of two years ago. Snake: The Hudson River, two years ago… Snake: We had classified intelligence that a new type of Metal Gear was scheduled for transport. Snake: The whole thing stank, but our noses had been out in the cold for too long... SCENE T00a2D Opening Demo Hudson River in the storm Telop: George Washington Bridge, Manhattan The Hudson River roils in the storm. Snake stands on the bridge (George Washington Bridge) in his stealth camo. Only his silhouette, outlined by the constant shafts of water glancing off the invisible figure, can be made out. The disguised tanker cruises into view on the river. Visibility is close to zero due to the heavy rain, high winds and dense fog. Snake dives off the bridge strut, he has a small parachute on his back, and his body throughout is wired with thin filaments. The tanker’s deck looms before him. The miniaturized stealth parachute blossoms on Snake’s back. The wings are automatically opened by an automatic opening device (AOD). The rain streams off the parachute wings and draws its outline in the sky. The tanker’s bridge crew switches to autopilot after clearing the George Washington Bridge. Tanker crewman: Haaaahhhhh... The crewman looks out of the window. As the wiper clears away the moisture, the lights of Manhattan materialize(to the left and ahead). (Raindrops on the window glass). The crewman, preoccupied with the view, does not notice Snake. The helm goes through its automated motions on the deck. Snake lands on the tanker’s deck, to the stern of the ship. The impact of the landing renders the stealth camo ineffective, and Snake is forced to deactivate the stealth function and become visible. He immediately cuts himself loose from the parachute and attaches the wings to the filament on his back. The diminuative parachute - - fragile as angel’s wings - - sits on the filament as it tightens with the tanker’s forward movement; its other end tethered to the bridge railing high above. When the wire is fully taunt, Snake lets go of his gear; it disappears into the murky sky, carried off by the filament. The retractor reels in the parcel automatically and the pack comes to rest in the shelter of the bridge. Cut to binocular (nightscope) FPV (first person view), zoom view (green). Snake is in the center of the circular field of vision. The view is from a helicopter above the tanker (very high altitude). A man (Ocelot) is looking through the binoculars from inside the chopper. Ocelot: Our boy is right on schedule. Ocelot touches the revolver in his lap with his right hand. Ocelot: He’ll know soon enough. Snake ducks quickly behind the windlass. A close up of his face is shown for the first time. The face is shadowed with a stubby-growth, and his hair is now shoulder-length. He could be in his forties; overall, he looks very different - - much older - - from the Snake in the last title. Only the signature blue bandana reminds observers of the younger commando form the Shadow Moses chapter. The stealth suit is not a top of the line military issue, but the old gear from Shadow Moses, showing signs of repair in several places. No protectors are in evidence, only a Beretta worn on the hip holster. Snake looks toward the stern, the windlass at his back. The electric carnival of the George Washington Bridge retreats into the distance, and the Manhattan nightscape on the opposite shore flows into the thick night. To Scene T00b1R Opening Codec Demo SCENE T00b1R Opening Codec Demo Codec screen Snake calls up Otacon. To Codec Screen. Otacon looks more mature than in the previous installment. Same pair of glasses, to all appearances. Snake: This is Snake. Do you read me, Otacon? Otacon: Loud and clear Snake. Snake: Kept you waiting huh? (the comment is directed to the player) I’m at the ‘sneak point’. Otacon: Everything going okay? Snake: The stealth camo’s busted. Landing impact. Otacon: We must have overused it. Sorry but you’re going to have to deal with it. You’re not in the military anymore. Snake: Right, I didn’t plan on relying on this gadget anyway. Otacon: The private sectors not so bad, is it? Privacy guaranteed… Snake: I’m happy as long as no one gives me any more unwanted gifts. Otacon: You mean that thing with Naomi? Snake: And I can’t say I miss the chattering nanny. Otacon: Mei ling’s not so bad. That reminds me, I have to get in touch with her again about that new Watik flashware. Snake: Diverting toys from the SSCEN (U.S. Army Soldier Systems Center) again? Give her a message from me: someone will find out, sooner or later. She’s better off assuming it’s sooner and quit while she’s safe. Otacon: Too true. Okay, Snake, let’s get to work. Otacon: You know how the technical specs of Metal Gear were sold on the black market after Shadow Moses? Snake: All Ocelot’s doing. Otacon: Exactly. And every state, group and dotcom has its own version of Metal Gear. Snake: Not exactly a classified weapon for today’s nuclear powers. Otacon: This new one seems to have been designed to mop the floor with all the other models. The only consistent description is that it’s an amphibious, anti-Metal Gear vehicle... Snake: That explains why this one is under Marine Corps jurisdiction. To Scene T01a1D Objective Briefing Demo SCENE T01a1D Objective Discussion Demo The image of the disguised tanker streaming up the Hudson River (receding). Otacon: The mission objective is to make visual confirmation of the new Metal Gear being transported by that tanker and bring back photographic evidence. Otacon: But I want you first to go up to the top level of the infrastructure, to the bridge. We need to find out where the tanker is headed. Snake: A little reconnaissance, huh? Otacon: There’s too much we don’t know about this new prototype. Capabilities, deployment method - - we don’t even know how close it is to completion. If we know where the testing arena is, I can start to draw some reasonable conclusions. Snake: All right. I’ll head to the bridge. ASAP. Otacon: Try to avoid confrontations. Our goal is to collect evidence on Metal Gear development and expose it to the world. It would be best if you could get out of there without alerting anyone. Snake: Don’t worry. I know the drill - - we’re not terrorists. Otacon: Very good. Don’t forget that you’re part of “Philanthropy” now - - an anti-Metal Gear organization and officially recognized by the UN. Snake: Recognized, but still fringe, Otacon. To Scene T01b1G Explanation of Equipment SCENE T01b1G Explanation of Equipment Return to game screen. Display Weapons Window and introduce the equipment. Otacon: All right: let’s take a look at your gear. Otacon: Your weapon is a tranquilizer gun converted from a Beretta M92F. Display Beretta Snake: M9... Otacon: It’s a little hard to work with, since you’ll have to reload after each shot since the slide locks. Shift to FPV screen. Aim the gun and the Beretta’s sight appears on the screen. Snake: Better than scavenging at the mission site. Good suppressor too. Otacon: The chemical stun will take effect in seconds and last for hours. You can take down an elephant with that thing. Check out the laser sighting too. Snake aims the gun and strafes left and right, giving a demo of a FPV. The red gleam of the laser sight can be seen at the end of the M9’s barrel. Otacon: The effects of the anesthetic round will vary depending on what part of the body is hit. We’re talking about a difference of ten’s of seconds between hitting limbs, chest or head. End of weapons briefing. Return to game screen and onto equipment. Otacon: As far as equipment… Open equipment window. The first item is “cigarettes”. Otacon: Hey Snake! Cigarettes? What’s wrong with you? Snake: It’s kind of a lucky charm. Otacon: You haven’t read the Surgeon General’s warning, have you? Next the camera appears. Otacon: Here’s the digital camera. Works almost the same way as your old one. To Scene T02a1D Camera Tutorial Demo Deck of the tanker The Item Window vanishes from the screen. Snake is concealed behind the giant windlass on the deck. He aims the camera, substituting it for binoculars, to survey the superstructure (behind the crew’s quarters) and guard stations. Maintenance workers (sentries) dressed in rain gear can be seen patrolling decks B, D, and E of the superstructure (crew’s quarters). Snake: They don’t look armed... Snake zooms in on their hands and murmurs Otacon: Hey, Earth to Snake. These are nice, upstanding Marines, not terrorists. Don’t get caught; you’re in stealth mode here. Snake: Sure. And if it comes to that, a little beauty sleep never hurt anyone. Pan camera up and down. At least three sentries are in evidence. Snake: By the way, Otacon, are you sure of this intelligence? Otacon: Absolutely. Hacked it out of the Pentagon’s classified files myself. Snake: No traces? Otacon: Oh please. I’m too good for that. Snake: But this might be a trap. Remember, there’s a price on our heads. Otacon: You’re just being paranoid. Snake: I hope so. Snake: Those men - - you wouldn’t think they were anything but civilians from here. Otacon: With all the ships passing on the river and in the harbor, putting uniformed Marines on the deck would be a bad idea. People can get a clear view of the water from riverside too. Pan camera to right as Otacon talks. A mass of buildings cast their light faintly through the downpour. Snake: The waterline is too high… According to the navigational plans, this ship should have discharged its cargo upriver. Otacon: It’s in there. No doubt about it. Snake: The military trains you to watch for threats from the stern of the boat. That’s SOP for counter-terror ops too. Security should be tighter. Otacon: You worry too much. Otacon: Satellite surveillance is a major international pastime these days. I’d say the cargo holds, safely below deck. Do you see the entrance to the holds? Snake zooms in with the camera, searching for a way in. Snake: Looks like there are a few entryways into the crew’s quarters. Suddenly he picks up the whine of a helicopter nearby. Snake: A chopper? A sudden disturbance in the scene framed by the camera. Snake lets out an exclamation. Snake: What - - ! A figure materializes behind one of the crewmen patrolling the deck, and a blade flashes at the sentry’s throat. Even at a distance, Snake can see the blood. The victim, rendered silent by a hand clamped over his mouth, is helpless against a clearly professional killer. The man behind him wears a brownish camouflage gear and a balaclava, through which only his eyes show. On his back is a boxy rucksack. Snake pans the camera to upper left, just in time to witness another camouflaged newcomer cut a crewman’s throat. Snake: Looks like we’re not the only ones after Metal Gear tonight. Otacon: Is that a chopper I just heard? Snake: Affirmative. Probably another cavalry… Snake searches for the third crewman at the location of his last check. The sentry has already bee killed, and a camouflaged figure is dragging his body along. The camera tracks to the left, and captures the attacked tipping the body over the low deck railings into the river. Snake: What’s their game? Hijack? Otacon: They’re probably targeting the ship’s controls. Snake: Otacon, how many men do you need to take over a tanker of this size? Otacon: The ship is run by computer so… I’d say about 18 people. The camera, once again on the superstructure area. The camouflaged figures have finished disposing of the bodies. Having taken up their stations and checked their gear, each now sports an AKS-74u, the stock extended and a silencer affixed to the muzzle. Snake: AKS-74u? Snake pans the camera until his eyes come to rest on an older (late 60’s-70’s) man. He wears a fur coat and is giving orders to the soldiers, gesticulating with his arms. Though the rain continues to beat down, the man appears utterly indifferent to its force, and clearly belongs to the same class of men as the camouflaged figures. Snake zooms into the man’s face. He wears a fur hat instead of a balaclava, his coat collars are up framing a conspicuous moustache. This is Colonel Gurlukovich. The colonel seizes a radio clipped to the chest of one of the soldiers and shouts something into it. Snake: Russians...? Having completed the communication, he thrusts the radio back to its owner. His imperious air and the complete attention he commands from the soldier suggest both his years and status as a military man. Otacon: You sure? Snake: No Marine barber touched that head of hair. Snake presses the shutter and the man’s image is automatically saved. The face momentarily freezes on the screen. Snake: I’m transmitting a photo. Let’s get an ID on him ASAP. Otacon: I’m on it. To Scene T03a1D Enter Kamov SCENE T03a1D Enter Kamov Deck of the tanker At that moment the drone of the choppers (2 crafts) starts up again. (The sound of the guerilla transport departing after depositing its human cargo). Snake: Looks like the tanker’s theirs now. Snake is looking up at the pouring sky; the choppers cannot be seen, but Snake identifies the model from the turbine sound. (Because Kamov’s are equipped with a Fenestron-type tail rotor, they make a distinctly different sound in flight). Snake: KA-60… Kasatka Otacon: Kasatka? Kamov chopper, right? “Killer Whale”... To Scene T03b1R Post Kamov Codec demo SCENE T03b1R Post Kamov Codec demo Codec Screen Snake: We need to get a fix on who they are. Otacon: Judging by their transport, aren’t they some kind of military commandos? Snake: Not necessarily. It could be the KA-62, the civil model. Otacon: (becoming uneasy) Look Snake, all we need is the photographic evidence of Metal Gear (as though trying to soothe Snake). Otacon: As long as we have it; we can put it online and blow the whole thing wide open. So no pyrotechnics. Okay? Snake: All right, I’ll try my best. Otacon: This isn’t like Shadow Moses. Reach me if anything happens. Otacon: The frequency is 141.12. Snake: How can I check in and save my progress? Otacon: I’ll do it. There’s a frequency set aside for it - - 140.96. Sorry but no Mei Ling this time. Otacon: Call me on Codec when you want to save. Snake: Got it. Otacon: I’ll be waiting just past the Verrazano Bridge. You need to be off that ship by then. Snake: I’ll be in touch. To the game. SCENE T04a1D On the superstructure, Kamov Discovery demo Tanker superstructure Snake moves across the storm-lashed deck and infiltrates the tanker’s interior. He reaches the superstructure without being spotted. Snake walks up to the window in front of him; beyond the steadily sweeping wiper is the helm. The tanker is plowing its way forward through the rough water. A particularly huge wave washes over the main deck from time to time. Two large transport helicopters (Kamovs) hover over the deck. Overcome by a sudden flashback to Shadow Moses, Snake murmurs: Snake: So it is the Kasatka’s... Russian choppers...! The black Kasatkas look futuristic, and the design of the signature Fenestron Type tail rotors add to the distinctly un-Russian impression. The high winds make it difficult for the helicopters to maintain their balance, and the two crafts give each other a wide berth, one below the other, to prevent collision. Cables are thrown down from the choppers and soldiers, armed to the teeth, descend with fluid rapidity. Through the drench(ing?) waves and near gale-force wind. They are the Gurlukovich guards. Snipers on both helicopters keep watch over the men. Once on the deck, the soldier’s quickly infiltrate the tanker’s interior through the various entryways: the precision of the process implies a thorough training. Having boarded with the last man onto the ship, the choppers veer up. ************************************************************************** <Tanker Chapter> From "Infrastructure Codec Demo" To "Pre-Olga Battle Demo" SCENE T04a0R Infrastructure Codec demo, additions After the screenplay demo where Snake determines the tanker’s course Codec screen Otacon: Snake, did you find out where that ship is headed? Snake: I’m looking at it - - 35 degrees longitude, latitude around 58. Otacon: More tan 500 miles off the coast of the Bermudas, out in the middle of the Atlantic… So the prototype is ready for solo testing – it’s basically combat-worthy. That area is outside the second Fleet’s operational range too. It must be a stand-alone Marine project – which means this prototype Metal Gear must be designed for independent deployment, without any Naval assistance... Otacon: Anyway, analysis can wait till later. Snake, you need to go down to the holds and locate the actual Metal - - Snake: (spotting a shadowy figure outside of the window)!? Return to game SCENE T051D Pre-Olga Battle Demo Outside the tanker superstructure (5F) Snake exits from the port entryway. The faint sound of radio communications can be heard through the rainstorm. A woman’s figure is silhouetted at a slightly higher point. Snake quickly finds concealment behind some structures (cargo containers etc.). Olga leans against the railing outside the superstructure, on the deck. From her radio issues the voice of her father, Colonel Gurlukovich. Gurlukovich(off): ...Shalashaska has landed. I’m on my way to the tanker holds... Report your status. The Colonel’s voice is tense and intermittent, as though in motion. Olga presses the radio against her ear, trying to make out his words. Olga is dressed in camouflage pants, combat boots and military-issue tank top. The last bears the distinct horizontal striping of the Russian Army, and in the rain, her drabes have a flattering effect the Army never intended. A large PSS pistol and an NR-2 Special Scout Knife are strapped to her waist, and an Army cap is pulled down over her forehead, shading her face. Only the firmly closed mouth is visible. She is wiry in build, her muscular frame almost boyish. A hint of Meryl can be detected. Olga: Control room, communications and engine room are under control. All entry and exit points to the tanker holds secured. Infrared sensors placed and operational. Gurlukovich(off): Good work. Are the explosives in place? Olga, as though eager to please: Olga: Yes, they’re all planted. Gurlukovich(off): Listen. Once we have what we came for, the tanker will be scuttled. Olga half turns. As a result, Snake can now hear the voice from the radio more clearly. He edges toward Olga with his Beretta ready (almost a crawl). Olga: And the vehicle’s pilot? Gurlukovich(off): He’s the only one who underwent the VR training. No one else can do it. Olga: (concern for her father) Are you sure you can trust him? Gurlukovich(off): Your art in this mission is complete. You are to leave at once. Olga: No, it’s not over yet! She shakes her head in dogged defiance. Gurlukovich(off): I can see the moon... even in this storm. Pale as death. I have a bad feeling about this mission... Snake pokes his head up and manages to look at Olga. He mistakes her momentarily for Meryl. The rain is starting to let up. Snake: Chri - - ! (shocked, thinking it’s Meryl) Gurlukovich(off): You swore this to me. That you would leave the unit, once the mission was complete. Olga shakes her head vehemently. Gurlukovich(off): Do not worry. This is a country of “liberty”. Olga: No! This is where I belong, with the unit. I have nowhere else to go. Olga pulls the gun out of the holster. She cradles the 7.62 mm PSS pistol against her chest, as though reassuring herself. Olga: Father, I want to stay and fight. Gurlukovich(off): There is no choice to make here Olga! Gurlukovich(off): Need I remind you that you are carrying my grandchild? Olga: ... She silently stares down at her own stomach and gently places a hand on it (about 3 months pregnant. No clue as to the identity of the father). Gurlukovich(off): You will be on the helicopter out of here, now! The radio abruptly shuts off. Olga: Damn it! Olga stares at the radio and lets out a frustrated sound. In her right hand is the PSS pistol. The chopper’s roar grows louder; one has already taken off from the deck and is away. Olga waves away the other chopper, but the pilot (on the right hand side) still gestures toward the chopper. Olga indicates a refusal. And after hesitating momentarily, the chopper turns and speeds away. Olga stares at the departing craft, lowering the radio to waist level. Snake: Freeze! Snake takes aim with the Beretta and moves towards Olga. (He is unwilling to shoot because of the resemblance to Meryl and the desire to know her identity.) Olga notices Snake’s presence for the first time. Snake: Hands over your head! Now! Olga slowly complies, trying to buy time. Her underarms are unshaven. Snake stands still, his gun pointed straight at her brow. Snake: Toss your gun overboard! Slowly. Olga, seeing the look in Snake’s eyes, makes up her mid (it helps that she has a second gun concealed behind her back). She takes her PSS pistol with the silencer and throws it in a wide arc into the sea. The PSS disappears into the mist. Snake, slightly more relaxed now, beings interrogating her. The distance between them is approximately 10 m (about 35 feet). Snake: A woman...? Show your face. Olga: You men - - you’re all the same. Olga takes off her cap and lets the wind snatch it from her hand. Snake’s hands tense at Olga’s action but he still does not fire. Olga reveals a short, boyish head of hair and a large scar on her left cheek. She is expressionless, without a trace of fear. Snake: Who are you? Olga: We are nomads. Wanderers. Olga, hands still raised, is inching sideways. She had an USP tucked in behind her back. She is waiting for a chance to get the weapon. Snake trains his gun on her, closing in: Snake: I said don’t move! Olga: Americans... so you shoot women too? Snake: I’m a nomad too. Olga grins. Olga: Hmm (implying camaraderie)... Snake: What else do you have there? Snake spots the knife on Olga’s belt. Snake: Take the knife and toss it. Olga has an idea. Still keeping her gaze on Snake, she slowly pulls the knife out of its sheath, pointing the tip toward herself. She leans down to place the knife on the deck. Snake: Not there. Toss in overboard! Snake indicated the river with a jerk of his head. Olga straightens up and glares at Snake defiantly. Snake, suspicions aroused, is trying to watch his back. Snake: Hold that position. Now, turn around. Olga, impressed smiles. Olga: You know what your doing. As Olga slowly starts to turn, another wave hits the ship and rocks it. The spray washes over Olga. Suddenly, she murmurs in a strangely sultry voice. Olga: It’s stopped raining... She looks up at the sky. The rain has stopped and the sky is momentarily clear. Behind Olga is the familiar Manhattan nightscape, with the Statue of Liberty. A full moon broods over a cluster of skyscrapers. Olga raises her hands skyward. Olga: (Her face still upraised) Not too shabby, is it? New York, I mean? Olga delivers her line with a flourish, she is seeking to divert Snake’s attention with the performance and she succeeds. Snake’s watchfulness falters for an instant at her sudden change of mood. Olga points the grip of the knife towards Snake and pulls the inset trigger. The chamber concealed within the grip propels a single round at Snake. Snake, having noticed the sudden jerk of Olga’s tricep, bends backward to dodge the bullet. Snake: ! (gasps as he moves out of the bullets way) Having forced Snake’s attention away from herself, Olga immediately conceals herself, leaving the knife to lie where it fell. She pulls out the Usp form behind her back with a fluid motion. Snake regains his balance and quickly finds his own cover. The cloud covers the moon and the rain starts to fall again. Olga turns her face to the sky, catching the rain. Olga: And that brings our tour to its conclusion! She cries from the shadows Snake: Scout knife with a surprise - - you a Spetnaz? Olga: I think you deserve a little credit. No one’s ever dodged that shot of mine... Olga: But no one gets lucky twice, either. To Olga Battle ************************************************************************* <Tanker Chapter> From "Olga Battle victroy demo" To "Post-Olga Battle Victory Codec" SCENE T06a1D Olga Battle victory demo Outside the tanker’s superstructure (5F) Snake emerges victorious from a gunfight with Olga. Olga falls to the deck, unconscious. Because Snake’s gun fires anesthetic rounds, she is not permanently harmed. Snake walks up to Olga and acquires the USP pistol lying by her side. There is no ammo left. Snake raises his eyebrows at the fact that Olga’s preferred sidearm is an American gun. Snake: Hmm... The rain and the wind step up in force. Snake examines his recent foe, but finds no clues. Through the hoarse whistling of the gale, a steady drone approaches. Snake turns around to discover a donut-shaped remote camera (surveillance craft) suspended in mid-air. The camera’s lens is focused on Snake, and a red glow of laser beam flanks the lens. The thing resembles an airborne jellyfish. Snake: CYPHER! The remote camera zips away and disappears into the rain. Snake raises Otacon on the Codec. To Scene T06b1R To post-Olga Battle Victory Codec demo SCENE T06b1R To Post-Olga Battle Victory Codec demo Codec screen Snake: Otacon, the ship appears to be under their control. The men have Russian gear, but I haven’t been able to find out anything else about their origin. Otacon: (seriously) I know who they are. Snake: You do? Otacon: We’ve ID’d the old man. Snake: Who is he? Otacon: Sergei Gurlukovich. Snake: Gurlukovich...! One of Ocelot’s allies? Otacon: Yeah... The GRU colonel. He’s the one Ocelot was supposed to meet up with, after Shadow Moses... Jump cut to several pics from MGS1. A frame of Ocelot and Liquid Snake in the command chamber of the Metal Gear silo. Snake: They’re after Metal Gear. Otacon: Everything’s changed. This is not going to be as simple as we thought. Snake: You could say that I aw a surveillance remote just now; it looked like the CYPHER. Otacon: A marine CYPHER-T? Snake: No, Army. Otacon: (uneasily) First the Marines, then the Russians - - now the (American) Army...? Snake: You’re right, this isn’t going to be simple. Otacon: (thinks hard, then) Snake - - (reluctantly) There’s something I have to tell you. Snake: What? Otacon: We didn’t dig up this info - - about the new Metal Gear - - on our own. Not like usual... Snake: How did you find out, then? Otacon: It was a tip. An anonymous tip. Snake: Anonymous? You’ve never trusted those - - why would you start now? Otacon: I ah - - (slightly awkwardly) I have a younger sister. A stepsister. We have different parents... Otacon: I only knew here for two years. Snake: You never mentioned her before. So...? Otacon: The sender of the tip was ‘E.E.’. Snake: ‘E.E’ ? Otacon: Her name is Emma, but I always called her ‘E.E.’... Snake: Emma Emmerich? Otacon: Yeah, it just caught my eye, you know? I figured it was a coincidence, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. There’s really no one out there who knows about her. Snake: When was the last time you saw her? Otacon: Over 10 years ago. Snake: You think it’s a trap? To lure us out here...? Otacon: I don’t know. After I got the tip, I did break into the Pentagon system to get confirmation. Snake: Okay... Otacon: Watch you back Snake. Maybe I screwed up. Snake: I’ve got a light equipped USP; I can take them on now. There’s no ammo, but it takes a 9mm, just like the Marines’ M9. I’ll find those somewhere around here. Otacon: Don’t raise too much racket with that thing. Snake: I hear you. To game. ************************************************************************* <Tanker Chapter> From "Ravens Shadow Demo" To "Hatch Closing Demo" SCENE T07a1D Raven’s Shadow Demo A small room off the engine room (starboard side) Having defeated Olga and descended to the tanker’s lower level, Snake finds himself in a small room. The engine room is just ahead. A giant shadow has been cast on the wall in front of him. It is a figure of a man, wearing what appears to be a massive barrel shaped tank on his back and a great cannon-like weapon cradled in his arms. The shadow is obviously that of Vulcan Raven from the previous title. Snake: (amazement and tension) Raven!? (In reality, it is the shadow cast by a sculpture of Raven in the small room.) To game SCENE T08a1D Hatch Closing Demo Before the long corridor. Two Gurlukovich guards (A and B) on the other side of a dividing wall. Gurlukovich guard B closes the hatch; Gurlukovich guard B takes out his radio and contacts his leader. Guard A begins to carefully tighten the hatch handle. Snake, hidden behind the wall, listens to the radio communication. Gurlukovich guard A: Colonel, we have sealed the stern hatch Gurlukovich (OFF): All right. Gurlukovich guard A: The lift is also under our control. Gurlukovich guard B finishes sealing the hatch. Gurlukovich guard B: Phew. Gurlukovich (OFF): We’re on the foredeck, about to descend to the holds. Gurlukovich guard A: Sir, the Marine commander has started his speech already. Gurlukovich (OFF): We will complete the preparations before the end of the speech. Gurlukovich guard A: All communications to the holds have been severed. No one is aware of our presence. Gurlukovich (OFF): Let no one down into the holds until we are out. Gurlukovich guard A: Yes sir! We will secure your exit, with our lives if necessary. Gurlukovich (OFF): There is one more thing… Gurlukovich guard A: Yeah? Gurlukovich (OFF): My daughter - - keep her safe. Gurlukovich guard A: Yes sir. Gurlukovich guard A: Who goes there! To game ************************************************************************ <Tanker Chapter> From "Ocelot and Soldier Demo" To "Enter Metal Gear Demo" SCENE T09a1D Ocelot and soldier demo Tanker’s holds Snake crosses the threshold into the tanker’s holds and finds himself in the lower parts of the ship. Normally, these giant tanks would hold crude oil, but because of the ships true purpose - - the transport of Metal Gear - - the tanks are empty. The landing below the hatch is over 70 feet above the floor, and there is an orderly row of Marine commandos lined up below. Their attention is on a large screen on the wall. There are approximately 50 men, in four rows; they are watching their Commandant’s speech on the monitor. Gurlukovich guard A closes the watertight door (does not lock it) Gurlukovich guard A: (small sigh) Footsteps approach, (cowboy boots, with spurs) in a slow, measured gait. The soldier raises his head. The outline resolves itself into a man with long hair and duster (Ocelot). The guard pulls out a gun. Gurlukovich guard A: Who goes there! The man continues walking forward, ignoring the soldier’s query. The light is behind him, and his face is in the shadows. The footsteps grow louder. The guard finally recognizes the interloper, and lowers his weapon. Gurlukovich guard A: Oh, Shalashaska. The man steps in front of the guard. The latter, relieved, allows his guard to drop. Gurlukovich guard A: Why are you here? We thought you were with the colonel. The man raises his own weapon. The muzzle gleams in the dark. The gun is a single action revolver. The guard stares, unbelieving. Gurlukovich guard A: What the - - ! His exclamation us cut short by the impact of a bullet through his forehead. Ocelot fires a short burst at the hapless guard’s head and chest, sending two rounds into each target. Gurlukovich guard A: (screams) The killer slips the gun back into his holster with practiced movement and tightly seals the hatch. The clang echoes down the long corridor. Ocelot: The colonel will be joining you soon... Comrade... Ocelot departs leisurely, his coat flapping. To scene T09b1R Tanker Holds Codec Demo SCENE T09b1R Tanker Holds Codec Demo Codec screen Codec call from Otacon Otacon: Snake, are you in yet? Have you made it to the holds? Snake: It’s taking longer than I expected. We’ve already passes the Verrazano Bridge. Otacon: All right. We’ll use another recovery course. Snake: They may be planning to change course. Otacon: What? Snake: The exits to the deck are all sealed. Otacon: What are they planning? Snake: If they get Metal Gear, we’re going right off the fringe. To scene T10a1D Soldiers in the Holds demo SCENE T10a1D Soldiers in the Holds demo Tanker holds Snake, listening to the Codec, is watching the soldiers in the tank. Snake: The men down here are definitely Marines. Otacon: If the deck I sealed off, they have no way of knowing that the ship’s been taken over. Snake: I’m not interested in fighting these guys. The weapons won’t do me much good here. Otacon: Can you see Metal Gear? Snake: No, I’ll have to go around to the bow. They have some serious defenses here. I doubt the recent arrivals want to blast their way through the Marines either. Otacon: Wonder where they’re headed. Snake: I don’t know... Not the beach, that’s for sure. To Scene T10b1R Tanker Holds Codec Demo 2 SCENE T10b1R Tanker Holds Codec Demo 2 Codec screen Otacon: Okay Snake, let’s just go over this one more time. Otacon: Use this camera to get photographic evidence of the Metal Gear prototype. Otacon: Great. Now do your thing and take pictures that spea louder than the government’s plausible denials. Otacon: We need four shots: Metal Gear from the front, front-right, and front-left, and a close up of the Marine Corp marking. Snake: Marking? Otacon: There should be a ‘Marines’ insignia on the body of the Metal Gear. Just let someone try explaining away a clear shot of that. As soon as you have the images, use the codec to transmit them in an encrypted burst. If they make the grade, we’ll go from there. Snake: All right. Otacon: There’s actually one little thing... Snake: Just spit it out, I’m used to things going wrong. Otacon: It looks like someone’s monitoring our transmission. [Turns out to be the ‘Patriots’.] Snake: Who? Otacon: I don’t have a clue. All they’re doing is watching - it would creep me out less if they tried to interfere with our communications. Snake: Could it have something to do with that Cypher we saw? Otacon: Maybe. I’ve switched the encryption protocol for our burst transmissions for now. What I want to do is to use a different method for sending those photos. Just in case. Snake: Instead of using the Codec? Otacon: Exactly. There’s a workstation in the southeast corner of the block where Metal Gear is housed. I’ve made arrangements so that you can send the pictures from the machine. Snake: ‘Arrangements’. Otacon: I hitched a ride on Link-16 into U.S. military’s proprietary network. I managed to get into that workstation and overwrote a part of the system software so I could remote-install a little app I wrote... Snake: (complete dummy when it comes to computers) Why bother with anything that complicated – Otacon: No, it’s pretty simple, really. Look, all you have to do is stand in front of that machine and push the Action button. The app will automatically launch and download the image data from the camera, split the files and encrypt them individually. The data packets can then masquerade as – Snake: (Impatient with all the techno babble, interrupts Otacon) OK, OK. So all I have to do is push the Action button in front of the computer once I have the pictures, right? Otacon: (Slightly sulkily from having his lecture cut off) Well, sure, if you put it that way. Otacon: And one more thing… the Commandants’s already begun his speech, but you need to get the pictures before he’s done talking. Otherwise they’ll spot you. OK? Snake: How much time do I have? Otacon: I hacked into his personal files and took a look at the text of that speech. I’d say you have 5 more minutes - - longer if he throws in a joke or two. Snake: A five minute time limit, huh? One more take: Otacon: I hacked into his personal files and took a look at the text of that speech. I’d say you have seven more minutes - - longer if he throws in a joke or two. Snake: A seven minute time limit, huh? One more take: Otacon: I hacked into his personal files and took a look at the text of that speech. I’d say you have eight more minutes - - longer if he throws in a joke or two. Snake: A eight minute time limit, huh? One more take: Otacon: I hacked into his personal files and took a look at the text of that speech. I’d say you have ten more minutes - - longer if he throws in a joke or two. Snake: A ten minute time limit, huh? Otacon: Remember, Snake, just the photos, OK? Snake: With these kinds of odds, I won’t be making any sudden moves. Snake: But that doesn’t mean we can just let Metal Gear be hijacked. Otacon: Okay, okay, but first, the photos… Snake: All right. We’ll deal with the rest when we get there. Otacon: Stay low. Snake: The elevator is inactive. I’m using the ladder. SCENE T11a1D In the Bow of the Ship, Enter Metal Gear Demo. Snake enters the forward (helm) block of the holds. The gigantic shape of Metal Gear RAY looms ahead. The new incarnation had the kind of presence and heavy, brooding feel that bears no resemblance to its predecessor. But a closer look betrays subtle details that remind the players of the REX model. The new Metal Gear, lit by the dim phosphorescence of the tanker holds, is almost organic, with the parched look of a beached marine creature. It’s surface appears to owe more to biology than metallurgy, almost opalescent, with the soft gloss of sea shells. Because of the lighting, only the legs and head (beak) are completely visible. The unit is clearly combat worthy. Right in front of RAY (at its feet), a small podium has been erected. The Commandant of the Marine Corps is standing on the podium, giving a speech. About twenty marines stand in rigid formation listening. Snake is overwhelmed by Metal Gear’s sheer power. Snake: ...Metal Gear!? (echo of the line in the previous title) The camera pans up from behind Snake. A long shot of the tanler’s interior. The camera takes in the whole of Metal Gear RAY. Title Title: “METAL GEAR SOLID 2: Sons of Liberty” Effects sound: (Crash)” To game ************************************************************************* <Tanker Chapter> From "Seizure of Metal Gear" To "Metal Gear Escapes" SCENE T12a1D The Seizure of Metal gear Demo Tanker Holds, Bow of the ship. In front of Metal Gear Snake creeps from blind spot to blind spot, evading the Marines, and takes the necessary photos. At the same time, the Commandant finishes his speech and salutes the Marines. The men immediately snap to attention and return the salute. A dull crash reverberates through the holds, and Snake flattens himself behind a pillar. Suddenly, a very dry clap starts up from somewhere (does not ring out since one hand is balled into a fist). The Marines maintain their posture, but their eyes move furiously, trying to locate the sound. The Commandant is also attempting to determine who is responsible. Ocelot: Excellent speech, my friend... CMC: Who the...!? The sarcastic clapping ends and footsteps can now be heard, accompanied by the jingle of spurs. The man is walking out from behind (and at the foot of) Metal Gear RAY. Snake leans out from behind the column. A man (Ocelot) emerges from the darkness. Ocelot: Gift of the silver tongue - - they say it’s the mark of a good officer. Both of Ocelot’s arms swing free by his side. The right hand is blanched from the elbow down, the fingers twisted into a deformed fist. A glimpse of a gun belt underneath the coat, a single-action Army pistol in the holster. Ocelot’s expression cannot be read. Ocelot: ...and a liar. Americans are too in love with the sound of their own voices to speak the truth. The Commandant watches ocelot warily. (Since the other man does not hold a weapon, he is truly alarmed) CMC: Identify yourself! The Marines position themselves around the podium and raise their weapons in unison. Ocelot smiles wolfishly. Ocelot: I am Shalashaska! Also called Revolver... Snake mutters uncontrollably in his hiding place. His line is uttered at the same time as Ocelot Ocelot: Ocelot. Snake: Ocelot!! Jump out to several images from MGS1. A single shot of Ocelot. The men are itching to take action; the Commandant restrains them with a motion. He is relatively relaxed, sure of his safety under their protection. CMC: What do you want? Ocelot: This machine will be quite useful. CMC: What are you planning to do - - steal this thing? Ocelot: Steal? No, no, I’m taking it back. The Commandant smiles in derision at Ocelot’s reply. Snake moves from column to column, slipping closer to the front. The Marine’s attention is on the podium, and no one notices Snake. All of a sudden, Gurlukovich noiselessly appears behind the Commandant and pins his arms against his side. The Commandant is momentarily struck mute by the pressure of a Makhalov (pistol) jabbed against his throat. The Marines are startled , at a loss as to what to do. Snake moves in closer to the podium to get a better look at the new arrival. Snake: Gurlukovich... Ocelot raises his voice and addresses the Marines. Ocelot: Nobody move! Understand? Gurlukovich, still holding the Commandant in a tight grip, slowly begins to back away. The scene is being relayed in real time to the men in the stern block via the camera. The Marines break into an uproar. Marine: Cmmandant! Marine: What the - -!? Marine: What is it? Marine: What’s going on!? Marine: What the hell? Marine: Who is that? Marine: - - the hell’s going on around here!? Marine: This is messed up! Marine: (exclamations of surprise) etc... CMC: ... Ocelot slowly raises his right hand to show the Marines something. Ocelot: This ship now carries enough SMETEX on its key structural points to blow it out of the water - - at the touch of this button. The Marines gaze at the transmitter in Ocelot’s hand in shock. The shocked Marines: Marine: (exclamations of surprise) Marine: (gasps) Marine: This is nuts... Ocelot: That’s right - - no on has to die needlessly. Several coils of wire drop down from above and Gurlukovich guards (3-5) in camouflage descend rapidly to the holds. Once on the floor, the guards surround the Marines, their weapons raised against the American soldiers. Several of the guards position themselves near Metal Gear RAY’s leg and back and begins the initiation sequence. Ocelot: We’re almost at the target. Get a move on! The Commandant recovers some of his calm and rasps out: CMC: What do you intend to do with RAY - - sell it on the streets? Gurlukovich: I was raised in Snezhinsk, formerly known as Chelyabinsk -70, the nuclear research outpost. CMC: What are you talking about? Gurlukovich: After the Cold War ended, my home was bought out by the Americans. CMC: Is there a point to this story? Gurlukovich: None that you would understand. Land, friends, dignity… A;; sold to the highest bidder, - - the United States of America. Even the technology that gave birth to these weapons is Russian, developed by us! CMC: What do you intend to do? Gurlukovich: Russia will rise again - - and RAY is the key. Gurlukovich glances at Ocelot, seeking a show of solidarity. But Ocelot starts to laugh, caressing the transmitter in his left hand. Ocelot: I regret to inform you that I have no intention of selling Metal Gear. As I said, I came to take it back. Gurlukovich is stunned by Ocelot’s words. Ocelot: Yes - - returned. To the ‘Patriots’… The CMC jerks violently at the mention of the ‘Patriots”. CMC: The ‘La-li-lu-le-lo’! How is that - - possible!? Gurlukovich gazes at Ocelot with growing suspicion. Gurlukovich: Ocelot, you - - ! Have you sold us out? Ocelot: I was never in you employ, Gurlukovich. Gurlukovich: Are you still in league with Solidus…!? Ocelot: No hard feelings, Colonel. Mother Russia can rot for all I care. Gurlukovich: Since when, Ocelot! When did you turn? Ocelot: I’m glad you noticed comrade. I abandoned ‘her’ during the Cold War. Gurlukovich: Hah---! The colonel is trembling with rage. Ocelot calls out to the Gurlukovich guards. Ocelot: Metal Gear has room for one! The Gurlukovich guards waiting for a cue from the colonel, are showing signs of confusion. Ocelot: Gurlukovich, you and your daughter will die here. Gurlukovich: Damn you !! Gurlukovich releases the CMC and shoves him forward. CMC: (groans at the sudden impact) Gurlukovich’s Makhalov swerves towards Ocelot. At the same time, Ocelot throws his duster into the air, like matador flourishing his cloak. The coat sails out, twisting and rippling (high-speed shot) in front of Gurlukovich, blocking his view. (The cloak is organic in behavior and texture.) The CMC stumbles forward. Gurlukovich: Die, you dog! Gurlukovich fires, and a hole appears on the duster. Ocelot, however, is no longer in the bullet’s trajectory. He moves in rhythm to the duster’s progress, shielding himself from view as he pulls out his revolver with his left hand. He fires six rounds in rapid succession; the slugs punch through the coat. Gurlukovich: (cry of pain and anger as the shots find their mark) CMC: (cry of pain and anger as the shots land) When the duster clears the camera’s view, the bodies of Colonel Gurlukovich and the CMC are revealed lying on the floor, riddled with bullets. Ocelot tosses his emptied gun away without a glance. Ocelot: Sergei! Looks like you were long overdue for retirement. Gurlukovich: T-traitorous dog... The colonel’s face hits the floor. The Gurlukovich guards confronted with the evidence of the colonel’s wounds (several rounds in the chest), grasp the fact of Ocelot’s treachery and regain their presence of mind. The CMC is already dead, a bullet hole in the brow. Gurlukovich’s men raise their assault rifles, but Ocelot’s coat, still making its ballistic progress through the air, is now blocking their view. Ocelot is on the move again and, drawing another Single Action Army pistol from the back holster with his left hand (the detonator in his right hand), he pulls the trigger rapidly. The duster acquires more bullet holes. Solider: (cry of pain) Solider: (cry of pain) Solider: (cry of pain) Solider: (cry of pain) Solider: (cry of pain) Solider: (cry of pain) etc... Gurlukovich guards are cut down en masse behind the floating duster. Several Marines also go down in the hail of bullets. The bullet-riddled coat continues to turn and twist in the air even after the last body has hit the floor. The Marines look on, stunned by the strange turn of events. Ocelot spins his sidearm and returns it to the hip holster without emptying the cylinder. He moves the transmitter from the stiffened right hand to the left,, and at that action, the Marines regain some semblance of composure and raise their weapons. However, the men are confused and shaken by the loss of their leader. Confused buzz of the Marines: Marine: (a yowl of rage at the death of their Commandant and comrades) Marine: Sir! Marine: No! Marine: (exclamation of shock) Gurlukovich guard: (exclamation of shock) Gurlukovich guard: Colonel - - ! Gurlukovich guard: What is this! Gurlukovich guard: Why are you doing this!? Etc... Ocelot, he eyes glittering: Ocelot: Show’s over! If you wish to live, I suggest you run now! Ocelot: This ship is still in the Lower New York Harbor. You may yet make it to shore if you swim for your life! Ocelot pushes the transmitter button without hesitation, and the tanker rocks violently as the ear-shattering blast fills the holds. He quickly climbs into Metal Gear, already in standby mode, and Snake, abandoning his cover, starts to run towards RAY. The tanker’s holds ring with the disjointed babble of shock, anger and the echoes of the explosion; and the men are in a state of panic. Soldiers in panic: Gurlukovich guard: (scream) Gurlukovich guard: Oh Crao! Gurlukovich guard: He;s got Metal Gear! Gurlukovich guard: Get him! Gurlukovich guard: We’re sinking! Marine: (scream) Marine: The ship! Marine: Open fire! Marine: Abandon ship!! Marine: Don’t let him get away! Marine: We’re sinking! Marine: No! Marine: He has Metal Gear! Etc. The explosion blows several holes in the hull, and water begins to rush in. Ocelot is climbing the ladder set into Metal Gear’s leg. Alarms go off, and the Marine’s fire their weapons in unison. The water is rising rapidly, and the rotating point of the emergency lighting flashes continuously as the Gurlukovich guards who were on Metal Gear initiation sequence are swept away by the incoming flood. The cries of the Gurlukovich guards as they are swept away. Gurlukovich guards: (screams as the water hits them) Snake abandon’s his cover and runs out. Snake: OCELOT!! Ocelot reaches for Metal Gear’s controls with one hand. At the sound of a well-remembered voice, his dead right hand twitches. Ocelot: !? Ocelot: Aaaarrghhhh!! The dormant personality within him suddenly takes over. A momentary flashback to Liquid’s image (flash-insert several frames from MGS1.) Snake, blocking Metal Gear’s way, raises his USP. The image should double with that of his previous confrontation with REX in the player’s minds. The clenched knob of Ocelot’s right hand works itself loose, and Ocelot slowly turns around. Liquid: It’s been awhile, brother! Ocelot’s personality is completely supplanted by that of Liquid Snake. Even his body language is that of Liquid, not Ocelot. Snake: (Confused) Who are you? Liquid: You know who I am. He clenches his right hand, a habit of Liquid’s. Liquid’s right hand is controlling Ocelot’s mind and body. Snake recognizes both the gesture and the speech, but cannot quite believe the evidence of his senses. Snake: Liquid? Ocelot narrows his eyes as he examines Snake’s appearance, almost nostalgic. Liquid: Not so young anymore, eh, Snake…You’re drowning in time. I know what it’s like, brother. Snake, reminded of the accelerated agin he has been experiencing recently, has fallen silent. Snake: ... Liquid: No wonder Naomi passed you over for the FOXDIE program. Liquid: Arr! Ocelot suddenly tries to grab his right hand with his left, as though it is an organism in and of itself, out of his control. Ocelot: (To his right hand) Out - - get out of my mind! Liquid… Snake looks on in confusion at Ocelot’s bizarre behavior. Ocelot bares his teeth and savages his own hand, drawing blood. It is to no avail, however, and the right hand once again suppresses its host personality. Ocelot’s pupils are completely dilated. Liquid continues. Liquid: The price of physical prodigy… Few more years and you’ll be another dead clone of the old man. Liquid: Our raw materials are vintage, brother. Big Boss was in his late 50’s when they created his copies. Liquid: But I, - - I live on, through this arm. Snake: Liquid’s arm? The two men face each other in the chaos. The hold is filling with water, and the Marine’s and the Gurlukovich guards are attempting to escape, oblivious to Snake and Ocelot. The soldiers, trying to get out. Marine: (scream) Marine: The water’s rising! Marine: Oh Shhh! Marine: This way’s no good! Marine: Go, get out! Marine: We have to go up! Marine: Get the lifeboats! Gurlukovich guard: (scream) Gurlukovich guard: We’re not going to last much longer! Gurlukovich guard: Abandon ship Gurlukovich guard: The traitor! Gurlukovich guard: Colonel! Gurlukovich guard: We’re going down! etc... Colonel Gurlukovich remains face down on the podium. Gurlukovich: Olga... (choking sound) The water rises, laps against and finally over the podium. Gurlukovich gurgles out a last lungful of blood-laced air into the water. The swirl of bright blood spreads through the tide as the swelling sea chokes the life out of the immobilized Gurlukovich. The water continues to rise and whirl, and the bodies of the Russian colonel and the Marine Corp Commandant now lie submerged on the podium. Ocelot’s duster is swept away by the current. Another explosion rattles the stricken tanker, and Snake loses his balance. He falls into the water with a muffled grunt. Snake: (swears indistinctly) Liquid: Ah! With a sharp grunt, Ocelot leaps into the cockpit. The is unbelievably agile for a man in his 50’s (same move as in previous title). Ocelot takes control of Metal Gear; standing in the cockpit, he is terribly like Liquid. Snake rises and looks up at RAY. Ocelot has put on a pilot’s headset and placed an eye module used in attack helicopters over his right eye. He rapidly locks the restraining belt in its place; the cockpit snaps closed and Metal Gear RAY starts to move. Liquid: You don’t have what it takes after all. Liquid: (over the microphone) You’re going down, Snake - - with this tanker! RAY bounds off its perch. The impact sends Snake and the others scattering; a sheet of water hits Snake and he goes flying straight into the hull. Snake: (Groan)! The RAY swings its head around as if to take in the sight of the men, then lowers its snout into the water. The machine starts to drink deeply, drawing the seawater into its system. Once it is saturated with water, noticeable changes come over its body; the surface is now glistening with energy. A tumorous, cylindrical growth emerges from its midsection and underbelly, rotating steadily. Seawater starts to drain out from these jutting cylinders like pus from a boil. The jaundiced waste water washes over the Ray’s surface and the weapon takes on the look of a rejuvenated slug. It stretches like a satisfied animal to unlock stabilizers on either side; the slug is now a monstrous bird on the verge of flight. The overlapping thrusters edging the stabilizers writhe about with a tonal whistle. Snake activates his Codec while moving away from the weapon. Snake: Otacon, we have a problem... RAY raises its head towards the ceiling and lets out a terrible howl. While gas or vapor shoots from on the open beak: RAY’s shrill cry echoes in the destroyed hold, and what little glass remains shatters. Soldiers, their eardrums lacerated, clutch their heads. Soldiers stopping the ears. Marine: (scream) Gurlukovich guard: (scream) Otacon: Snake? The men scramble out of the activated Metal Gear’s way. Soldiers, trying to escape. Marine: Go! Marine: Damn! Marine: We have to go up! Gurlukovich guard: (scream) Gurlukovich guard: Metal Gear! Gurlukovich guard: We have to get out of here! Gurlukovich guard: What about the helicopters? Call the choppers back here! Gurlukovich guard: Open the hatch!! Etc... RAY spews out a torrent of seawater. The fouled water, tinted a murky yellow, bursts forth (in seemingly irradiated bundles) from RAY’s beak and tears through the ceiling and the hull as though they are made of tissue paper. The noise drowns out the screams and shouts of the men. RAY’s second valley of radiation (seawater) arcs over the hull’s surface. The hull gives way and the sea ruches in. When the water washes over the (cone-shaped) tumor embedded in RAY’s tail section, the cone shoots out, lengthening into a tail. RAY swings the surface of the water (to split it momentarily, ala parting of the Red Sea)?Men go flying from the impact. Men, as they go flying. Marine: (scream) Gurlukovich guard: (scream) etc... Snake is also bodily hurled into the water, and Otacon shouts untly. Snake: (sharp grunt as he is launched into air) Otacon: Snake!! RAY lets out a howl of delight like an animal that finds itself back in its element. It moves forward leisurely, crushing men with its feet and tail as they desperately try to keep afloat. The water rises abruptly and RAY beings to submerge rapidly. To Scene T13a1D Metal Gear Escapes SCENE T13a1D Metal Gear Escapes Tanker holds, bow of the ship. In front of Metal Gear The stern begins to sink as the ship’s huge and deadly cargo makes its way from the bow to the stern. Snake manages to fight his way to the water’s surface. Snake: (shallow intake of breath) RAY’s cockpit is now at the same level as Snake’s face. Ocelot stares at Snake’s image on the monitor from his seat in the cockpit, then raises Solidus on the radio. Ocelot: No problems… proceeding as planned, sir. Falling debris from the ceiling forces Snake’s head under water once again. He chokes as water rushes into his lungs, drowning him. Snake: (retching cough) Ocelot: ...Yes, at the location we discussed… Waterlogged bodies of American and Russian soldiers drift across Snake’s field of vision. RAY has shifted into its submarine configuration, and speeds away from the sinking wreck. The tanker , along with Snake and its other captives, continues the long progress down to the harbor’s bottom. Ocelot: Yes, I have photographic evidence of Snake on the scene. The CYPHER was most useful... Metal Gear glides through the water, as efficient and graceful as its namesake, the manta ray. It once again shifts shape, and in its new high-speed configuration, accelerates in a single thrust of power. Ocelot: I look forward to tomorrow’s news flash... Ocelot: I would say that the Marine Corp’s plans are on infinite hold... Ocelot: ...Yes, of course, Mr. President. RAY disappears into the darkness of the Atlantic Ocean. ******************************************************************************* III. EXEUNT ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a. Legal Stuff ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright: Copyright 2003. This FAQ and everything included within this file cannot be reproduced in any way, shape or form (physical, electronically, or otherwise) aside from being placed on a freely accessible, non-commercial web page in it's original, unedited and unaltered format. This FAQ cannot be used for profitable purposes (even if no money would be made from selling it) or promotional purposes. It cannot be used in any sort of commercial transaction. 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