Shashenka
Verified Water Sausage
No the farming Strut its a new construction option added this turn under the construction tab. Apparently further levels with it will net us hydroponics and underwater farms.
Metal Gear Solid V: Chronicles of Outer Heaven (MGS/Valkyria Chronicles)
- Thread starter konamikode
- Start date
- Sci-Fi Crossover Action Mature
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
Why does every 'evil' or traitorous character have a hard-on on something related to genes?
Huey: "But what do you think about those Soldier genes, boss?
...Boss?"
Liquid: "That man has curved ears... He must be a horrible soldier..."
Hm... This true. While in the new world we would have the food and seeds required to make the farming strut real early game, getting the materials to build the strut in the first place would be difficult.
NO!!! Those are snakes babies, they are not food! Bad SV, BAD!
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hfdt123
Hi there. Bye.
- Location
- Tonking in a stop-gap tonk.
In that case, we'll see if we can squeeze it in amongst the never-ending horde of important actions.
Chill. I thought he'd dismantle the conservation strut and put a farming one on it.
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
Eh... I'd rather build it in the new world. While it's good to have it as a starting option, our low numbers mean that it's not mission priority. Besides, knowing snake's skill of getting the materials to build entire struts for motherbase in three days will come in handy; We have too many other options at the moment that would put us far better off in more ways than one.
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Oh. I thought you were saying to use the animals as a ration source...
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Shashenka
Verified Water Sausage
I actually agree with this upon thinking about it more i just felt i should point it out.
Fezzes
Knight of King Stannis Baratheon
- Location
- Sydney, Australia
Yeah, I'd appreciate you not sniping at the entire thread like this.
I'm team Ignore The Story, but also team Interrogate. And I don't trust myself at all to write an omake.
To Become One With All Creation! by ninjafish (2cp)
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- It/They
Hey @konamikode I got another omake for you...
When I originally wrote Gecko's profile over on the other thread, I figured it would be boring to just put out everything there, so I deliberately chose to not completely explain everything in her sheet, and instead elaborate more on her character in omakes. Therefore chunks of her past and such are gonna have omakes dedicated to them.
This one was originally part of the other omake I posted, but I decided it didn't really fit with the tone of the previous one.
In true Metal Gear character fashion I wanted Gecko to have both some serious philosophical opinions... and also a bunch of ideas and mannerism's that were, goofy, insane, or straight up stupid.
The first omake was a look at her more serious side. (Although there were hints at the goofier bit.)
This omake on the other hand, Is very much just showing off some of Gecko's goofy ass beliefs and her doing goofy ass weird shit in the name of said beliefs.
To all of you other thread goer's, if your bothering to read this please tell me how I did, and if there is anything I can improve on. I want to improve as a writer and feedback really helps with that.
All right that's all I wanted to say before we got into the omake. So, here we go!
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This was the dearly cherished goal of the soldier known as Lazing Gecko. It had started within the smattering of Buddhist teachings she had incorporated into her worldview back in Vietnam. But it has since evolved into something else. A means of obtaining abilities beyond the ken of humanity, to break into that exclusive world which the only greatest warriors inhabited.
The logic behind this idea was as such. The universe was a vast system of who knows how many moving parts, each part defining itself through its actions within the greater whole. Movement made things stand out, defined things that would normally have blended into the background and helped to give shape to physical existence.
The soul, on the other hand, gave rise to the notion of "self," of identity, and to thoughts and feelings. These in turn served to isolate and define one's spiritual existence, to create a membrane that insulated oneself from the endless sea of memes that was humanity.
The mind was the bridge between body and soul, between the spiritual and the physical.
This was what Gecko believed at least.
She also believes that through sufficient training of the mind, body and soul, that one could achieve something miraculous.
Through her long journey to understand herself, she had gained control over her soul. Gecko was free to define her own identity and ideology within the memetic ocean of humanity, free from any unwanted influences.
The next step was to gain control over her mind via long periods of meditation and self-analysis. To be able to absolutely control her thoughts and rid herself of mental distractions in an instant.
Gecko felt that she had made a lot of progress in this area.
Finally, using her well-honed physique gained through a rigorous exercise regimen, combined with ironclad self-control gained through long hours of meditation, she would obtain absolute mastery over her own body. She would eliminate all excess motion from her movements and acquire conscious control over things such as her body temperature, her heart rate, and even her hormone output.
Finally, having achieved absolute control over the entirety of herself. She would bring her body and mind to a perfect stand still. Utterly ending the movements and thoughts that isolated her from everything else.
She didn't really know what would happen at this point, but she imagined it would probably be trippy as all hell, and that she would gain a deeper understanding of… everything, out of it.
Also, she might become God, so that was neat.
But she would never achieve any of this if she didn't do her daily meditation. So with all her training finished for the day, and plenty of sunlight left to burn, that was what she was going to do.
She just had to find an appropriate location and position.
She'd considered the command deck, or perhaps the motor pool strut. But in the end she had decided to set up shop outside the male barracks , this was definitely not because she wanted to covertly ogle them while they were still sweaty from training. She would never do something like that, not at all.
With her location scouted out, it was now time to select her pose.
The pose was a matter of utmost importance when it came to her meditation. Her pose was meant to test her dexterity and endurance (whilst also looking appropriately majestic and/or intimidating), so it had to be chosen very carefully! Should she sit in Lotus position? A hand stand? The Crab walk?
No! Today she would strike a T-pose! Not only would the pose test her ability to maintain absolute stillness in the face of muscle cramps. It would also serve to assert her dominance over the other soldiers!
Let it never be said that Lazing Gecko was not a brilliant mind.
Approximately three minutes after coming to a decision, Lazing Gecko had made her way to the male barracks and taken position. Her back was ramrod straight, her arms outstretched to either side of her body, eye's looking dead ahead into the distance, feet planted firmly at shoulder width, her mind empty and her headphones removed.
It was time to search for some enlightenment!
It would be a lot easier if her audience would remain silent and let her empty her mind though.
"Why is this woman staring at us?"
Idiot, she wasn't "this woman" she was a legend in the making, she was Lazing Gecko.
"Relax, that's just Gecko, she does that. Just be thankful she's doing it in plain sight and not under your bed."
For the record Smirking Tapir had totally deserved what had happened, what kind of soldier doesn't even check under their own bed for infiltrators?
Coincidentally Smirking Tapir may have also mocked your choice of weapon, but you couldn't cycle the action of a pump action shot gun by twirling it!
Well you couldn't do that with a lever action shotgun either… Unless you spent hundreds of hours practicing like she did.
Style points were worth the effort though, just ask Ocelot, there's no way he didn't spend weeks getting the revolver juggling thing down.
"Why is she doing this though?" and thus did "Dumb Rookie," as she had mentally designated him, continue to ask stupid questions.
Why do this? That was easy, enlightenment, superhuman bodily control, becoming one with the cosmos… pick a card, any card, all of them were valid.
"Something about "Becoming one with the universe" or something like that, apparently its some Buddhist thing she picked up in Vietnam." The other dude… what was his name? She wanted to say it was "Snuggling Gazelle…" Yeah she'd just go with that, he looked like a Snuggling Gazelle afterall, anyways Snuggling Gazelle was correct
Sure, the average Buddhist would set either themselves, or her, on fire if she explained her version of things to them, but he's technically correct in that it started in Buddhism.
"Is… is she even blinking?" Dumb Rookie asked.
"No, no she is not, apparently she isn't allowed to move at all when she does this and blinking counts as moving. Also I would recommend not making eye contact, some of us are pretty sure she's slowly gaining the ability to suck out your soul through your eyes."
Soul sucking vision? She didn't know she could do that! Maybe her efforts we're already paying off!
"That's pretty dumb." You have no right to be calling anything dumb, your codename was "Dumb Rookie" afterall.
Okay so maybe that wasn't official, but she would definitely petition the bosses for it as soon as she was done here.
"Man, there's a giant fucking robot over on one of the other struts, and a Bikini model who can phase through solid matter and breath through her skin in one of the holding cells. If Gecko spontaneously developed the ability to suck out your soul by eye-contact it would not surprise me at all."
Thanks for the show of faith Snuggling Gazelle, you are a credit to the organization.
Oh, they were leaving now... Good, dominance successfully asserted. Now… back to emptying her mind.
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Epilogue:
Lazing gecko would stand there in T-pose next to the male barracks for six more hours. She would disturb several new recruits with her cold dead stare of stillness and would even unnerve several more experienced operators.
She counted this as a successful assertation of her dominance over the common Diamond Dog.
Three minutes and six point two seconds into the seventh hour would see her randomly attacked in CQC by a passing Big Boss.
Due to her arm muscles having locked up, she failed to last as long she normally did.
Upon awakening she thanked Big Boss for the honor, and then departed to the cafeteria, after being chatted at and comfortably listening to some of her comrades, she left for her bunk and spent the remaining time before she went to sleep nursing a cold drink and listening to "Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen.
She did not achieve oneness with the universe on that day, nor on any day afterwards up to the present time, but she continues to make a new attempt every day without any sign of giving up.
Her petition to assign the codename "Dumb Rookie" to a recent recruit was soundly rejected. He was instead designated as "Doom Rooster."
To this day, she has failed to remember Snuggling Gazelle's real codename.
She just couldn't be bothered to.
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Word Count (Not counting my little spiel at the top of the post): 1387 words.
Bam. Done.
Tell me what you think if you bothered to read this. Critique helps me get better.
When I originally wrote Gecko's profile over on the other thread, I figured it would be boring to just put out everything there, so I deliberately chose to not completely explain everything in her sheet, and instead elaborate more on her character in omakes. Therefore chunks of her past and such are gonna have omakes dedicated to them.
This one was originally part of the other omake I posted, but I decided it didn't really fit with the tone of the previous one.
In true Metal Gear character fashion I wanted Gecko to have both some serious philosophical opinions... and also a bunch of ideas and mannerism's that were, goofy, insane, or straight up stupid.
The first omake was a look at her more serious side. (Although there were hints at the goofier bit.)
This omake on the other hand, Is very much just showing off some of Gecko's goofy ass beliefs and her doing goofy ass weird shit in the name of said beliefs.
To all of you other thread goer's, if your bothering to read this please tell me how I did, and if there is anything I can improve on. I want to improve as a writer and feedback really helps with that.
All right that's all I wanted to say before we got into the omake. So, here we go!
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To Become One With All Creation!
To achieve oneness between oneself and the cosmos. To obtain true understanding of the self, the universe, and one's place within it, and through this obtain mastery over the physical form.
This was the dearly cherished goal of the soldier known as Lazing Gecko. It had started within the smattering of Buddhist teachings she had incorporated into her worldview back in Vietnam. But it has since evolved into something else. A means of obtaining abilities beyond the ken of humanity, to break into that exclusive world which the only greatest warriors inhabited.
The logic behind this idea was as such. The universe was a vast system of who knows how many moving parts, each part defining itself through its actions within the greater whole. Movement made things stand out, defined things that would normally have blended into the background and helped to give shape to physical existence.
The soul, on the other hand, gave rise to the notion of "self," of identity, and to thoughts and feelings. These in turn served to isolate and define one's spiritual existence, to create a membrane that insulated oneself from the endless sea of memes that was humanity.
The mind was the bridge between body and soul, between the spiritual and the physical.
This was what Gecko believed at least.
She also believes that through sufficient training of the mind, body and soul, that one could achieve something miraculous.
Through her long journey to understand herself, she had gained control over her soul. Gecko was free to define her own identity and ideology within the memetic ocean of humanity, free from any unwanted influences.
The next step was to gain control over her mind via long periods of meditation and self-analysis. To be able to absolutely control her thoughts and rid herself of mental distractions in an instant.
Gecko felt that she had made a lot of progress in this area.
Finally, using her well-honed physique gained through a rigorous exercise regimen, combined with ironclad self-control gained through long hours of meditation, she would obtain absolute mastery over her own body. She would eliminate all excess motion from her movements and acquire conscious control over things such as her body temperature, her heart rate, and even her hormone output.
Finally, having achieved absolute control over the entirety of herself. She would bring her body and mind to a perfect stand still. Utterly ending the movements and thoughts that isolated her from everything else.
She didn't really know what would happen at this point, but she imagined it would probably be trippy as all hell, and that she would gain a deeper understanding of… everything, out of it.
Also, she might become God, so that was neat.
But she would never achieve any of this if she didn't do her daily meditation. So with all her training finished for the day, and plenty of sunlight left to burn, that was what she was going to do.
She just had to find an appropriate location and position.
She'd considered the command deck, or perhaps the motor pool strut. But in the end she had decided to set up shop outside the male barracks , this was definitely not because she wanted to covertly ogle them while they were still sweaty from training. She would never do something like that, not at all.
With her location scouted out, it was now time to select her pose.
The pose was a matter of utmost importance when it came to her meditation. Her pose was meant to test her dexterity and endurance (whilst also looking appropriately majestic and/or intimidating), so it had to be chosen very carefully! Should she sit in Lotus position? A hand stand? The Crab walk?
No! Today she would strike a T-pose! Not only would the pose test her ability to maintain absolute stillness in the face of muscle cramps. It would also serve to assert her dominance over the other soldiers!
Let it never be said that Lazing Gecko was not a brilliant mind.
Approximately three minutes after coming to a decision, Lazing Gecko had made her way to the male barracks and taken position. Her back was ramrod straight, her arms outstretched to either side of her body, eye's looking dead ahead into the distance, feet planted firmly at shoulder width, her mind empty and her headphones removed.
It was time to search for some enlightenment!
It would be a lot easier if her audience would remain silent and let her empty her mind though.
"Why is this woman staring at us?"
Idiot, she wasn't "this woman" she was a legend in the making, she was Lazing Gecko.
"Relax, that's just Gecko, she does that. Just be thankful she's doing it in plain sight and not under your bed."
For the record Smirking Tapir had totally deserved what had happened, what kind of soldier doesn't even check under their own bed for infiltrators?
Coincidentally Smirking Tapir may have also mocked your choice of weapon, but you couldn't cycle the action of a pump action shot gun by twirling it!
Well you couldn't do that with a lever action shotgun either… Unless you spent hundreds of hours practicing like she did.
Style points were worth the effort though, just ask Ocelot, there's no way he didn't spend weeks getting the revolver juggling thing down.
"Why is she doing this though?" and thus did "Dumb Rookie," as she had mentally designated him, continue to ask stupid questions.
Why do this? That was easy, enlightenment, superhuman bodily control, becoming one with the cosmos… pick a card, any card, all of them were valid.
"Something about "Becoming one with the universe" or something like that, apparently its some Buddhist thing she picked up in Vietnam." The other dude… what was his name? She wanted to say it was "Snuggling Gazelle…" Yeah she'd just go with that, he looked like a Snuggling Gazelle afterall, anyways Snuggling Gazelle was correct
Sure, the average Buddhist would set either themselves, or her, on fire if she explained her version of things to them, but he's technically correct in that it started in Buddhism.
"Is… is she even blinking?" Dumb Rookie asked.
"No, no she is not, apparently she isn't allowed to move at all when she does this and blinking counts as moving. Also I would recommend not making eye contact, some of us are pretty sure she's slowly gaining the ability to suck out your soul through your eyes."
Soul sucking vision? She didn't know she could do that! Maybe her efforts we're already paying off!
"That's pretty dumb." You have no right to be calling anything dumb, your codename was "Dumb Rookie" afterall.
Okay so maybe that wasn't official, but she would definitely petition the bosses for it as soon as she was done here.
"Man, there's a giant fucking robot over on one of the other struts, and a Bikini model who can phase through solid matter and breath through her skin in one of the holding cells. If Gecko spontaneously developed the ability to suck out your soul by eye-contact it would not surprise me at all."
Thanks for the show of faith Snuggling Gazelle, you are a credit to the organization.
Oh, they were leaving now... Good, dominance successfully asserted. Now… back to emptying her mind.
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Epilogue:
Lazing gecko would stand there in T-pose next to the male barracks for six more hours. She would disturb several new recruits with her cold dead stare of stillness and would even unnerve several more experienced operators.
She counted this as a successful assertation of her dominance over the common Diamond Dog.
Three minutes and six point two seconds into the seventh hour would see her randomly attacked in CQC by a passing Big Boss.
Due to her arm muscles having locked up, she failed to last as long she normally did.
Upon awakening she thanked Big Boss for the honor, and then departed to the cafeteria, after being chatted at and comfortably listening to some of her comrades, she left for her bunk and spent the remaining time before she went to sleep nursing a cold drink and listening to "Stone Cold Crazy" by Queen.
She did not achieve oneness with the universe on that day, nor on any day afterwards up to the present time, but she continues to make a new attempt every day without any sign of giving up.
Her petition to assign the codename "Dumb Rookie" to a recent recruit was soundly rejected. He was instead designated as "Doom Rooster."
To this day, she has failed to remember Snuggling Gazelle's real codename.
She just couldn't be bothered to.
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Word Count (Not counting my little spiel at the top of the post): 1387 words.
Bam. Done.
Tell me what you think if you bothered to read this. Critique helps me get better.
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konamikode
Cooking Harder
Ahab, Boss, sometimes 'Target'. Snake is generally reserved for MSF era people before Big Boss accepted the title.
WHY DID YOU SPLIT IT INTO 2 OMAKES?
Hey. None of that now.
I'd appreciate it if the pressuring stopped.
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth that isn't the vodka.
Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
Sorry, it's just, aggg!
Inefficiency just makes me curl up and die a little.
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- It/They
I see you've threadmarked my omakes @konamikode.
Did I make the cut. or are you just marking them to look over them later.
We're still in metal gear until the end of turn three presumably.
Did I make the cut. or are you just marking them to look over them later.
We're still in metal gear until the end of turn three presumably.
hfdt123
Hi there. Bye.
- Location
- Tonking in a stop-gap tonk.
Chill, Inefficiency is a fact of life in quests and not always for the worst.
konamikode
Cooking Harder
I expect a PM when an omake is ready for judgement so I can just check my inbox and see who's ready to be reviewed when I got time.
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Alright then.
So to everyone else on the thread, Do you think my omakes are grammatically ready for Konami's perilous judgement?
I am trying to earn action points for all of us, and not just dodged bullets for my character.
Omakes linked here, and here.
If you guys are willing to give me some critique or suggestions, that would be appreciated.
And if you actually think they're ready please tell me.
Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
Am I still allowed to give suggestions even when I was a dick?
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- It/They
Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
Alright, is there anyway you can put the two omakes together into one? Or does it affect how you were trying to present your character?
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I wouldn't do that mostly because they kinda clash tonally.
And they are two separate events (Albeit intended to have occurred on the same day.)
Honestly I actually like them better as two omakes.
It also wouldn't really mess with rewards, both being over a thousand words and what not.
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I know I poke at a lot of options... But we probably should answer Amanda's call. Nevermind that there is no good side, we ARE a PMC and this is a friend calling here. The money reward is not bad either. If we can net some infantry reward, it would be nice as well. But at the very least, the money would cover our upkeep this turn.
Hero of War by Crow (1CP)
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Hero of War
Location: Nicaragua
Group: Sandinista National Liberation Front
POV: Amanda Valenciano Libre
Amanda blinks her eyes, thrice she flutters her eyes trying to blink away the spots in her eyes, forcing herself to bull through the blooming headache taking the back of her brain by surprise, she groans as she brings a hand to her eyes and sighs.
She glares at her desk, at all the fucking paperwork sprawled on it before huffing, slamming the pen on the table, the sound drawing the eye of every other person in the room, and standing up in one fluid motion.
She ignores the stares of her aides as she takes her coat from the rack and, after making sure she had everything safely secured in its pockets, throws a look back at the plague of secretaries and pencil-pushers around her. It was an infestation that seemed to only grow and dominate her office more and more as the years passed.
"Taking five Bo-" a pang shoots through her and she closes her eyes, the pounding headache almost as intense as the heartache. They see her pause, the moment stretching and tension mounting before she shakes her head. "...Gentlemen. " She finishes much too lamely before powering through.
Social graces were never her forte anyways.
"Try not to burn down the whole building while I'm gone, eh." The quip should have been full of candor and wit, but it had been a long time since she could muster the strength to fake it anymore. Not as she was right now.
Some try and rise to salute her but she waves them off, not particularly in the mood to play around with petty formalities.
Swiftly making her escape, she absentmindedly nods to the sentries posted in various patterns over her headquarters. They salute her and she forces herself to return it this time - if she didn't, they'd probably stay like that for hours. Too temerous of her reputation to not show her due respect.
How on Earth did Big Boss ever manage to deal with all this?
She makes her way through the hallways, her boots echoing through the silent complex, and as the moon shines over the waters far in the distance her eyes blur again. She sighs, her mind going back to old wounds.
And old glories.
She finally arrives on a rooftop of the complex, far away from the public eye, and considers the vista before her.
It was...beautiful, it always was.
With one smooth, well-practiced movement, Amanda reaches into her coat, taking hold of a small box stashed in one of the many pockets, before flicking it open and withdrawing a long Cuban cigar.
Just like the ones that Boss loved.
She chuckles to herself as she puts it to her lips and flicks open a small lighter, the gentle flame bringing warmth back to her tired flame, she gently exhales the smoke and watches the shapes fluttering towards the peaceful sky, her eyes distant.
She mutters to herself. "Once more unto the breach, huh?" She had found herself back in the thick of things - only this time on the blue team, so to speak. It wasn't an unexpected development really, there was always the struggle and clashing of ideologies and desires. It was simply inevitable that guns would be pointed at people again sooner or later.
Some part of her welcomed it, an old fire being lit in her chest. She could feel it in her skin, in her bones, in her very soul. That War was coming. Did wanting that again make her a bad person? Even knowing all the suffering that war caused, to both herself and to others? Was her fighting, in the end, simply all for herself, and not for the people?
Did she just have a fucking death wish?
...Mierda but she was strong back then. She can't help but smile as she remembers those days of glory, living every single day like it would be their last. The traitorous and uncertain would simply walk away, leaving only the most dedicated to The Cause at her side. They'd fought and suffered and it felt like only death awaited them.
But their bonds were true and unyielding.
And then he came.
"Jefe..." she mutters as she puffs on the cigar. Smoking had become a habit on the days they lived and died on the forests and mountains, where their only real defense against various diseases one could contract from all the insects buzzing around had been luck.
And then? Well, it had simply become a habit, and cigars weren't really her thing….Though her stay at The Havana saw her understand just a little bit why Snake liked them so.
But now? Well, it was her little ritual. To remember the past, for all those they've lost.
Every day that passes she is surrounded by stranger and stranger faces, those brothers forged in blood and fire little by little leaving her side. By death or by circumstance. She felt ever more alone now.
She won though didn't she? She fought and struggled and with all that she learned from The Legendary Big Boss - Vic Boss, they'd called him back then. She'd become a hero to all of Latin America, even Miller praising her tenacity in such a time of great duress. Just like Big Boss was to the world, she liked to think.
And the people rejoiced. Oh how they chanted her name...and, in the end, she could feel she understood Snake just a little bit more.
...But the pain just never let go, did it? She threw herself into work, even if she stumbled and groaned and growled because of all the fucking paperwork making a better country required, and she took that fire that saw her through dozens of life-or-death battles and forced herself through it all. She learned, slowly and little by little but she really tried.
Then why, oh why, did quiet nights like this make her feel so empty? She watches the ashes on the cigar, now half consumed, and snorts. Here she was, whining to herself like she was an old woman too fearful for her own life, while all around her unrest stirred and threatened to pull down the quasi-peace she worked so hard for.
Not like she couldn't understand them though, more than once she'd butted heads with her compatriotas for reasons too numerous to count, for everything between petty and monumental importance. Most of them pertaining to the callous and deeply-rooted corruption she could do damnably little about, even as she wore herself out on the posts of command.
A delicate meow draws her out of her thoughts and back to reality, and she slaps her cheeks with both hands. Her thoughts were running in circles, disorganized and condemning and justifying herself all at the same time. But thank God for petty distractions. A small smile tugs at her lips as she quietly kneels and gently runs a hand over the little beauty that had snuck up on her, and was presently scratching at her legs.
"Hey there chica, come to check up on me? " Little Nuke growled at her, tail held high, but allowed herself to be patted by Amanda's rough, calloused fingers.
She was never much of an animal person was she? That was...Chico's thing.
She closes her eyes but doesn't dwell too much on the memory. She'd resolved herself to that. It would be an insult to dwell too much on the deaths.
"Yeah, seems old age is catching up on me. On us both actually, now we only have each other, huh?" She chuckles bitterly at herself and scratches the cat's back...before jumping back when the cat bites her.
Not too hard, but the warning was clear.
"Geez old girl, you're getting cranky in your old age. Why do you hate me so much? I feed you and give you shelter, and this is how you treat me?"
A dismissive huff answers her before the neurotic cat licks at the bit hand. Fiercely proud and a fucking love at the same time.
Much like MSF.
Amanda takes one more look at the rolling waters glowing under the caress of the moon, before she sighs. She manages to force a little smile.
"I needed that, yeah. Well, we bled for this shitty peace we have, so if those hijos de puta want to tear us down then they're gonna have to pay in equal measure, don't they?" The smile turns into a full blown grin. A wind pulls at her coat and she grasps it with one hand, throwing the last of her Cigar over the edge with the other.
"Let's see if I still remember what I learned from MSF. We're not out of commission just yet, are we old girl?" She speaks to the cat easily, a little more vigor returned to her expression.
The cat merely meows in response, uncomprehending and uncaring of the larger issues at stake in their nation.
"...Yeah, I miss them too. But you know we had to lock down Latin America, Miller said so. Can't exactly go play mercenary again when the people need us here, you know?"
Another meow and the cat brings out her claws, stretching herself on Amanda's pants and slowly starting to claw her way up.
"Ok, ok! Fine! Guess we can write a letter or something, see if we can sneak a vacation once we put down this whole bullshit alright? It's just that Africa is a long ways off." She hisses in pain as one claw goes just a little too deep before making to grab at the cat, but Nuke just bats her hand away, sniffling dismissively before regally making her way back inside.
"Grumpy little…" Amanda sighs, rubbing the shallow claw mark on her hand before cracking her neck and making to follow. She stops at the doorway and looks back towards the coastline, knowing she will soon have to take matters in her own hands and might not be back for some time.
"...We did good...Didn't we, Chico?...You should have been here to see it." She sighs and shakes her head and goes back inside. Her mind's gone back to replaying old images of simpler times.
"Hm, I wonder how Cecile is? She said she would write soon in her last letter, maybe we should have another get together. God. Here I am actually wanting another one of those parties..." She huffs and starts trotting back inside, determination and pain urging her on her footsteps.
Even she did not know if she was running towards something, or running away from something.
But she was Amanda Valenciano Libre. Her whole life was battle, and if it was for the future her father and Chico died for, then she really did not mind bleeding just a little bit more.
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AN: Whew. somehow I got inspired and hammered this out today, I'd appreciate critique and feedback. I have to say Im thankful that this thread inspired me to actually start writing again. Thank you Kona.
I always wondered what happened to Cecile and Nuke. Since it'd be sad if even Paz's cat died I'm being an optimistic and saying Amanda kept her(since its gender was never specified in-game) around.
....Wonder if I should have made the title in Spanish?
Location: Nicaragua
Group: Sandinista National Liberation Front
POV: Amanda Valenciano Libre
Amanda blinks her eyes, thrice she flutters her eyes trying to blink away the spots in her eyes, forcing herself to bull through the blooming headache taking the back of her brain by surprise, she groans as she brings a hand to her eyes and sighs.
She glares at her desk, at all the fucking paperwork sprawled on it before huffing, slamming the pen on the table, the sound drawing the eye of every other person in the room, and standing up in one fluid motion.
She ignores the stares of her aides as she takes her coat from the rack and, after making sure she had everything safely secured in its pockets, throws a look back at the plague of secretaries and pencil-pushers around her. It was an infestation that seemed to only grow and dominate her office more and more as the years passed.
"Taking five Bo-" a pang shoots through her and she closes her eyes, the pounding headache almost as intense as the heartache. They see her pause, the moment stretching and tension mounting before she shakes her head. "...Gentlemen. " She finishes much too lamely before powering through.
Social graces were never her forte anyways.
"Try not to burn down the whole building while I'm gone, eh." The quip should have been full of candor and wit, but it had been a long time since she could muster the strength to fake it anymore. Not as she was right now.
Some try and rise to salute her but she waves them off, not particularly in the mood to play around with petty formalities.
Swiftly making her escape, she absentmindedly nods to the sentries posted in various patterns over her headquarters. They salute her and she forces herself to return it this time - if she didn't, they'd probably stay like that for hours. Too temerous of her reputation to not show her due respect.
How on Earth did Big Boss ever manage to deal with all this?
She makes her way through the hallways, her boots echoing through the silent complex, and as the moon shines over the waters far in the distance her eyes blur again. She sighs, her mind going back to old wounds.
And old glories.
She finally arrives on a rooftop of the complex, far away from the public eye, and considers the vista before her.
It was...beautiful, it always was.
With one smooth, well-practiced movement, Amanda reaches into her coat, taking hold of a small box stashed in one of the many pockets, before flicking it open and withdrawing a long Cuban cigar.
Just like the ones that Boss loved.
She chuckles to herself as she puts it to her lips and flicks open a small lighter, the gentle flame bringing warmth back to her tired flame, she gently exhales the smoke and watches the shapes fluttering towards the peaceful sky, her eyes distant.
She mutters to herself. "Once more unto the breach, huh?" She had found herself back in the thick of things - only this time on the blue team, so to speak. It wasn't an unexpected development really, there was always the struggle and clashing of ideologies and desires. It was simply inevitable that guns would be pointed at people again sooner or later.
Some part of her welcomed it, an old fire being lit in her chest. She could feel it in her skin, in her bones, in her very soul. That War was coming. Did wanting that again make her a bad person? Even knowing all the suffering that war caused, to both herself and to others? Was her fighting, in the end, simply all for herself, and not for the people?
Did she just have a fucking death wish?
...Mierda but she was strong back then. She can't help but smile as she remembers those days of glory, living every single day like it would be their last. The traitorous and uncertain would simply walk away, leaving only the most dedicated to The Cause at her side. They'd fought and suffered and it felt like only death awaited them.
But their bonds were true and unyielding.
And then he came.
"Jefe..." she mutters as she puffs on the cigar. Smoking had become a habit on the days they lived and died on the forests and mountains, where their only real defense against various diseases one could contract from all the insects buzzing around had been luck.
And then? Well, it had simply become a habit, and cigars weren't really her thing….Though her stay at The Havana saw her understand just a little bit why Snake liked them so.
But now? Well, it was her little ritual. To remember the past, for all those they've lost.
Every day that passes she is surrounded by stranger and stranger faces, those brothers forged in blood and fire little by little leaving her side. By death or by circumstance. She felt ever more alone now.
She won though didn't she? She fought and struggled and with all that she learned from The Legendary Big Boss - Vic Boss, they'd called him back then. She'd become a hero to all of Latin America, even Miller praising her tenacity in such a time of great duress. Just like Big Boss was to the world, she liked to think.
And the people rejoiced. Oh how they chanted her name...and, in the end, she could feel she understood Snake just a little bit more.
...But the pain just never let go, did it? She threw herself into work, even if she stumbled and groaned and growled because of all the fucking paperwork making a better country required, and she took that fire that saw her through dozens of life-or-death battles and forced herself through it all. She learned, slowly and little by little but she really tried.
Then why, oh why, did quiet nights like this make her feel so empty? She watches the ashes on the cigar, now half consumed, and snorts. Here she was, whining to herself like she was an old woman too fearful for her own life, while all around her unrest stirred and threatened to pull down the quasi-peace she worked so hard for.
Not like she couldn't understand them though, more than once she'd butted heads with her compatriotas for reasons too numerous to count, for everything between petty and monumental importance. Most of them pertaining to the callous and deeply-rooted corruption she could do damnably little about, even as she wore herself out on the posts of command.
A delicate meow draws her out of her thoughts and back to reality, and she slaps her cheeks with both hands. Her thoughts were running in circles, disorganized and condemning and justifying herself all at the same time. But thank God for petty distractions. A small smile tugs at her lips as she quietly kneels and gently runs a hand over the little beauty that had snuck up on her, and was presently scratching at her legs.
"Hey there chica, come to check up on me? " Little Nuke growled at her, tail held high, but allowed herself to be patted by Amanda's rough, calloused fingers.
She was never much of an animal person was she? That was...Chico's thing.
She closes her eyes but doesn't dwell too much on the memory. She'd resolved herself to that. It would be an insult to dwell too much on the deaths.
"Yeah, seems old age is catching up on me. On us both actually, now we only have each other, huh?" She chuckles bitterly at herself and scratches the cat's back...before jumping back when the cat bites her.
Not too hard, but the warning was clear.
"Geez old girl, you're getting cranky in your old age. Why do you hate me so much? I feed you and give you shelter, and this is how you treat me?"
A dismissive huff answers her before the neurotic cat licks at the bit hand. Fiercely proud and a fucking love at the same time.
Much like MSF.
Amanda takes one more look at the rolling waters glowing under the caress of the moon, before she sighs. She manages to force a little smile.
"I needed that, yeah. Well, we bled for this shitty peace we have, so if those hijos de puta want to tear us down then they're gonna have to pay in equal measure, don't they?" The smile turns into a full blown grin. A wind pulls at her coat and she grasps it with one hand, throwing the last of her Cigar over the edge with the other.
"Let's see if I still remember what I learned from MSF. We're not out of commission just yet, are we old girl?" She speaks to the cat easily, a little more vigor returned to her expression.
The cat merely meows in response, uncomprehending and uncaring of the larger issues at stake in their nation.
"...Yeah, I miss them too. But you know we had to lock down Latin America, Miller said so. Can't exactly go play mercenary again when the people need us here, you know?"
Another meow and the cat brings out her claws, stretching herself on Amanda's pants and slowly starting to claw her way up.
"Ok, ok! Fine! Guess we can write a letter or something, see if we can sneak a vacation once we put down this whole bullshit alright? It's just that Africa is a long ways off." She hisses in pain as one claw goes just a little too deep before making to grab at the cat, but Nuke just bats her hand away, sniffling dismissively before regally making her way back inside.
"Grumpy little…" Amanda sighs, rubbing the shallow claw mark on her hand before cracking her neck and making to follow. She stops at the doorway and looks back towards the coastline, knowing she will soon have to take matters in her own hands and might not be back for some time.
"...We did good...Didn't we, Chico?...You should have been here to see it." She sighs and shakes her head and goes back inside. Her mind's gone back to replaying old images of simpler times.
"Hm, I wonder how Cecile is? She said she would write soon in her last letter, maybe we should have another get together. God. Here I am actually wanting another one of those parties..." She huffs and starts trotting back inside, determination and pain urging her on her footsteps.
Even she did not know if she was running towards something, or running away from something.
But she was Amanda Valenciano Libre. Her whole life was battle, and if it was for the future her father and Chico died for, then she really did not mind bleeding just a little bit more.
Count: 1802 words
AN: Whew. somehow I got inspired and hammered this out today, I'd appreciate critique and feedback. I have to say Im thankful that this thread inspired me to actually start writing again. Thank you Kona.
I always wondered what happened to Cecile and Nuke. Since it'd be sad if even Paz's cat died I'm being an optimistic and saying Amanda kept her(since its gender was never specified in-game) around.
....Wonder if I should have made the title in Spanish?
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Dream Logic
An offseason swallow
- Location
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If were going to grab an infantry upgrade I think I'd prefer the rails to ballistic vests.
While both are good offense is our best defense when on stealth ops.
While both are good offense is our best defense when on stealth ops.
SKsniper128
22050 kg of ordinance per minute
I'm actually kinda iffy on whether or not I should have done the 'Tiger talks with Eli as soldier to soldier' or just 'Tiger watching Panther indulge the kids while talking with DD'.
Mostly because I'm not sure if I write a convincing Eli, I didn't pay quite as much attention to him beyond, "I'm angsting over how much I'm too stupid to understand how genetics work."
Mostly because I'm not sure if I write a convincing Eli, I didn't pay quite as much attention to him beyond, "I'm angsting over how much I'm too stupid to understand how genetics work."
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Oh hey whaddya know, we're at a hundred pages in 8 days with 70+k views.
Have I gone mainstream?
I feel like I should do something nice for all the attention this has got so... hm.
I'll think about it.
Have I gone mainstream?
I feel like I should do something nice for all the attention this has got so... hm.
I'll think about it.