Hello everyone who loved and liked my stories this is my brand new story and its MGS crossover with the anime, Ars Nova - Arpeggio of Blue Steel. I hope you will like it. I have to confess before I end my intro, I haven't played any MGS series, I only watched them through youtube, so sorry if some facts are conflicting with the story of the franchise.

Disclaimer - I do not own Arpeggio of Blue steel anime franchise and Metal gear solid game series :)

Prologue

Timeline Part 1

1963 – Astronaut Gordon Cooper reported a UFO sighting during his 15th orbit of Mercury 9 that was confirmed by the tracking station. He tried to make contact with it, however, the satellite object, which had a resemblance to a black colored thermal cloak, suddenly moved away and disappeared. Said object was then labeled by NASA as 'The Black Knight Satellite".

1996-2006 – Due to the rapid industrialization of several cities and rich countries, such as the U.S., China and Russia, the speed with which the west Antarctica ice caps have melted has increase by 50 %, raising grave concerns over the rising sea levels.

2012 – All around the globe, "ghost ship" sightings are reported. According to eyewitness accounts, the ships materialize in foggy weather and look very similar to ships from World War II.

2038 – The concept of ghost ships becomes mainstream. Sightings off the entire world's coast become frequent, and the ships' origins become a widespread topic of debate among the world's naval forces, including the U.S.

The U.S. government was alarmed as some of it entered Russian waters and was fired upon by the Russian's patrol fleet, only the fleet was subsequently annihilated. Concerns from the U.S. and other international forces grew, however, the efforts to determine their origins were inconclusive.

Late of 2038 (December) – The U.S. government immediately halted all military projects that were ongoing after they learned that the fleet of 'ghost ships' had begun to attack military vessels all around the world. They immediately diverted all funds and resources to their naval force.

The United Nations, in response to the attacks, hired every mercenary group around the world and formed its own naval fleet. They were offered a staggering reward if they defeated the alien fleet.

2039 – The ghost ships came to be known as the "Fleet of Fog," due to their nature of appearing in foggy weather.

The U.S., together with the United Nation's naval army, had engaged the naval alien fleet. Their heavy assault, however, had proven to be futile as the Fleet of Fog possessed advanced naval weaponry technologies that were more powerful than the human's. For two straight days, the battle between them raged on the surface of the sea.

The battle was known as the 'First World Naval War'. During that war, 70 % of the world's naval ships were destroyed and 600 000 naval personnel were killed. Almost all of the casualties were the United Nation's hired makeshift-naval-fleet mercenaries.

The Fog then completed their global blockade. Every country, nation, and their archipelagic states were isolated after the Fleet of Fog destroyed the undersea cables, annihilated every satellite orbiting in space, and cast strong wide range, radio jamming. And as if that weren't enough, the Fleet of Fog also stole mankind's maritime and aerial freedom as they also shot down planes and civilian ships that were attempting to cross the seas.

With the rising sea levels, and Fleet of Fog's global blockade, mankind's golden era was now starting to decline.

2054 – A mysterious fleet called the "Blue Steel" had appeared and started helping mankind on regaining their maritime and aerial freedom. It was a fleet composed of several Fleet of Fog ships that had 'Mental Models', human avatar of ships that had gone rogue. The leader of the fleet was a submarine called I-401, and was captained by Chihaya Gunzo and his crew members, all of which were mere college students.

2056 – The anti-Fog vibration warhead is successfully built, but Japan's resources are too depleted in the country for a mass production. The government then planned to bring it to U.S. so it could be mass produced, using the 'Blue Steel Fleet'.

2060 – After 4 years of mass production and planning, the U.S. and the U.N. began to form a massive fleet to defeat the Fleet of Fog. The Blue Steel Fleet, precisely Chihaya Gunzo and his crew members, were assigned to lead the fleet.

The battle took place in the middle of the Arctic Ocean and it was intense and heroic. The human naval fleet fought hard for three days and then the war ended with their victory. The battle was then called 'Second World Naval War'.

But, even though they'd won, the origin of the Fleet of Fog was still unknown, for there were no clues that had been found regarding their origins during the war.

And then peace reigned again all over the world.

Before the near annihilation of mankind again, a man was floating in a place devoid of anything except pitch black darkness. The place was unbearably cold and lifeless with the exception of him.

His ears then slowly caught a foreboding, reverberating sound of emptiness, making him move his legs and then his feet, and then down his hands and fingers. But the place gave him a more disorienting feeling because he couldn't reach or grab onto anything; the man was simply floating.

The weightless place made the man's stomach turn with nausea, and the sound of the empty place made up of nothing but blackness made him worse. He didn't know where he was or what the time was right now. A desire to see a light was demanded in his mind, he wanted to shout for it, but nothing came out from his mouth.

My name…is John…Jack…Ishmael…the man, with many names, thought.

And that was the only thing he could remember about his life. He didn't understand how this could be possible. Why did he possess so many names? And which one was the real one? His mind then began to function flawlessly, even though he was disoriented, trying to know his surroundings and his current predicament.

And then knowledge and his memories flooded his mind. Images of his life flashed before his eyes and as it was pictured, the man then remembered another name of his. And this time he was sure he remembered possessing it.

I am…Big Boss…

November 1 2070 – Singapore City, Singapore

In a poorly-lit room, with a television as the only light, a young boy was sleeping soundly on a sofa facing the T.V. The Caucasian boy, possessing brown hair and green eyes beneath his closed eyelids, was sleeping, his chest rising and silently falling as he breathed the cool air around him as he slept to oblivion.

Suddenly, his eyes opened and the boy began to sit up straight after he heard the lock of his apartment unlocking and opening, and heard a familiar voice of a man.

"I'm home!"

The boy smiled in delight as he heard the familiar voice of his father. Energy rushed to him as he sprang from couch, erasing his drowsiness, and ran to his father, his white pajamas rustling from his speed. The boy merrily jumped and hugged the man with white hair and wearing a white naval uniform.

Jonathan Meyers, returned the hug, feeling his son warm with happiness, which relieved his aching muscles from the day's hard work. The man was a naval general of the United Nation's naval front Singapore branch.

"Ok, how's my little sailor, Abraham Meyers?" he said as he looked at his son and his blue eyes, while he cradled him in his arms.

The ten year old boy happily answered, "All right and all fine," before giggling as his father carried him all the way through the living room playfully.

"Ok then, time for you to sleep," Jonathan said, earning him a lingering groan of disappointment. He was already charged and energetic, as he had waited his father's arrival like he always did every day and night, because soon after he arrived from work, they'd usually play all sorts of games.

But tonight was probably stressful for the father, who merely sighed in chagrin.

"Sorry about this, Abraham. Daddy is working on the final restoration of undersea cables." His father's tone was low, blundered from exhaustion, but then he smiled happily. "And it was successful."

"That's great!" Abraham praised him, his father was a success. Now that the last of the undersea cables were repaired, every country in Southeast Asia were now connected. The nations could once again communicate with their neighboring countries with ease.

The father took him to his room as the boy continued telling him of what the world's future could hold now that everything was in place. His father merely listened intently as he put him in his bed, tucking him in before he kissed him on his forehead and bid him good night.

"Good night, my little sailor,"

"Good night, dad…and um, tomorrow," Abraham paused, his dad stopping on the doorway, waiting for him to finish, "can you please tell me how the Blue Steel fleet defeated the bad ships?"

Jonathan smiled. The Blue Steel fleet was the one who set the world free from, the Fleet of Fog's, clutches 10 years ago, and the whole mankind thanked them, especially the fleet's captain, Chihaya Gunzo, for his valiant works. Their victorious naval battle and the Blue Steel Fleet would be told for centuries to come, for they'd given freedom and peace back to the world.

"Of course, Abraham, I will, now sleep tight," Jonathan said as Abraham closed his eyes and dove into slumber and gladly waited for tomorrow's sunrise.

3 hours later

Mmmhh…what's that…? The young Abraham slowly opened his eyes. His ears were ringing with static sounds that reverberated around his room. Irritated by the sound, the source of his disrupted sleep, he sat straight up on his bed.

His eyes wandered before landing on his laptop on his desk, which he was sure he turned off before sleeping. The screen was lit up and was bathed in static images. Confused as to what was happening, he stared at it, puzzled, before he walked out of his room to call his father.

He might break it if he tried to fix it, so he needed his father to turn it off.

As he stepped into the living room, his ears also caught the familiar static sound, and his eyes caught the static images that seemed to dance because of the frequency. He was now fully awake from bewilderment. The T.V. was turned off a while ago and now it was turned on.

"What's happening?" Mystified and clueless as to the electronics' static upheaval, he only decided to turn it off. He was now in front of it, his hands almost touching the button when the static stopped and a hooded man appeared on the screen, which surprised him and almost made him jump.

"What the…!" he exclaimed as his eyes observed the man in a black, academic-like cloak, embroiled with blue, red and gold on its edges, covering his black jacket and green pants. He was standing on some kind of a huge structure, and just like a hood shrouding his face, the shadow cast by the bright full moon, floating on the midnight sky above his head, was the only thing that was shining on him.

"Greetings inferior humans," Abraham's heart skipped a beat as he trembled, heart racing in trepidation; the voice of the man was deep and scary, as if he came from hell, and he was more frightened after he referred humans as inferior creatures.

"For 10 years you've enjoyed the bounty and splendid peace that you gained from defeating our kind. For 10 years you brought back everything that we've destroyed and annihilated. Your actions are full idiocy. You think you've defeated us, but you're wrong…"

The man raised both of his hands, as if he was a messenger of God who would announce the start of an apocalypse, and that frightened Abraham more. The boy took a step back in fear; he wanted to turn the thing off, but the man's voice seemed to glue him to the spot, and spellbound him to hear his doomed words.

"We haven't sat idle, and for 10 years, we have observed how you humans live, and nothing has changed. Humans are still chaotic, and the reason for it is because they're born weak. Always trampling each other, always using each other for their selfish agendas, and at the end of the day, nothing is solved. How do I know this? Well…"

Abraham watched keenly as the man reached and removed the hood that was covering his head, revealing his face to the world. The man possessed many scars on his face and an eyepatch on his right eye; his left eye was green and so sharp that it pierced the boy's soul. He also had a beard around his face, and that made him more look menacing

He was like a mad king that would soon conquer the world with wrath and anger.

"It's because I was once a human…a human that was built as a weapon by those who lead humanity before. I was once known as the greatest soldier of the 20th century…and who am I…?"

The man paused as his left eye gazed at the terrified Abraham, who only gulped down.

"I…have many names…but the whole world before called me…Big Boss…"

His name was imprinted on Abraham forever, the voice of the man who called himself Big Boss was serious and deep. This announcement wasn't a joke and he had a bellowing idea to where it came from. It must be from the Fleet of Fog.

"Humans…now you've one month to prepare yourselves," Big Boss boomed, as he raised both of his arms again, resuming his god-like appearance, as he announced more. "We were once defeated. It will never happen again. The previous Fleet of Fog wasn't fully activated, but now we are and we've a total of 999 million ships, all waiting to annihilate your kind. Now, humans…what will be your next move?"

Big Boss ended his frightening act of war with a simple question before his image disappeared.

"I can't believe it…" Abraham turned around after he heard his father. Jonathan was standing still and his eyes were wide from shock, his face screaming with disbelief and fear. The Fleet of Fog had returned to exact their final conquest and he was frightened as to how many the fleet had at their disposal.

"Dad,is a war coming?" Abraham asked, his voice shook in terror.

"No! I know that man!" To his puzzlement, his father's worry wasn't the fleet, but the man's identity. He was about to ask, but his father quickly turned his back to him and stormed into his room. Abraham was bothered; his mind ran to his memories where his father may have acted like that before, but this was the first time.

He followed and peered into his room through the small gap in the door. His father was there, opening a huge old box. The contents were then scattered as the man moved his hands in a rapid motion, throwing things that might not be what he was looking for until he stopped abruptly and raised something with his right hand.

"It can't be! He's already dead…he told me…" It was a photograph, Abraham saw that, but of what or whom? Curiosity made him push the door open and enter with a worried face.

"Abraham!" The boy winced at his father's shout.. This was the first time that his father had ever shouted at him. Jonathan noticed his response and immediately looked away, ashamed of what he had done.

"I'm sorry, my lad. I didn't mean to…" Jonathan began weakly as Abraham looked at him, eyes screaming with concerns. He moved closer to hug him, and this time their hug was filled with uneasiness.

"What happened?"

"I don't know sweetie, but daddy needs to go right now, back to the port." Alarm flashed in Abraham's eyes. With this declaration of war, surely every naval force would be activated again, and this time his father would join the battle and the thought scared him. He felt his insides twisting up because this night could be the last one that he spent with him.

"No! What about me? Please take me with you!" Abraham hugged tightly around his father, sending a wave of sadness over Jonathan. He, too, didn't want to leave him or to lose him, but duty called him to this battle.

"Abraham, it's going to be all right. I just need to rescue someone…someone whom your grandfather adored and loved." The words that his father let out didn't answer all of the questions, but Abraham didn't care anymore. He cried into his shoulder and wished to God that the war would stop immediately.

"I promise to you, Abraham. I'll be back, and when I am, I'll introduce to you to that man, I promise." Jonathan's heart was in turmoil as sadness hit him. He wasn't sure if he would survive this war, and so he embraced his son hard, cherishing this moment that would last forever in his son's memory.

December 24 2070 – Middle of the Arctic Ocean

The sky above the cold Arctic Ocean was silent and tranquil. The night was already late, and the full moon shone brightly. Its light reflected on surface of the ocean, creating a beautiful sparkling effect. Suddenly, the sky was enveloped with harsh sounds coming from a group of 20 fighter jets.

The jets above roared and zoomed in the air, the pilots inside looking below and staring in horror.

"This is Fox-1, reporting to UNF Goliath! I spotted…my God, there're so many!" A bright, thin red laser suddenly appeared and swished through the jet, which then detached into two parts before exploding. Several of the jets began to waver and scatter as more of the long red lines appeared, and more of them began to explode from being cut by it.

The sea below them was no longer sparkling, it was now glowing an ominous menacing red, and the calm blue ocean was now filled with ships in all shapes and sizes.

The seas of ships were all perfectly lined up and synchronously fired a torrent of red orbs towards the opposing fleet in front of them.

The United Nations, and all of the current naval forces, are all present and fighting off the alien fleet with their own ships. However, it's only been 30 minutes since the battle had started, and the whole UN fleet was scattered around.

UNF Goliath – lead ship of the cruiser variant

Inside the bridge of the leading Zuimwalt-class cruiser, the crews were all panicking as they lost communication with their scout planes. The tension was high; they could feel that their defeat was nigh.

"Goddammit! We have gathered every ship from around the world, we've used all of our Vibration Torpedoes, and those things aren't enough to damage them!" The captain of the warships stared at the window, in shock and disbelief, as the war was still played outside and the sound of metal collapsing from a nearby sinking cruiser sent chills down his spine.

"Sir, FOX 10 is on radio!" he turned to the crew who said the report, and hoped it was good news.

"We've located it, the Fog commanding ship and Big Boss himself." Now that was good news, the captain let out an exasperated breath. Their mission, originally created by the Blue Steel fleet, was to locate the Fog commanding ship and its mental model- which was a man named Big Boss.

"What ship is it?!"

"It's…well, a German Kriegsmarine Battleship, the Tirpitz!" The captain only nodded; they had Big Boss's ship, now they had to report it to Chihaya Gunzo and his goons, for they're the one who would personally battle him.

"Send it now to Chihaya-brace for impact!" The captain immediately shouted after he sensed incoming fire, as he turned around and ducked his head in a nick of time, the whole roof of the bridge was blown off by a torrent of laser fire coming from the Fleet of Fog in front of them.

The captain grunted as he rose from the floor, head injured from cuts made by flying debris, covered with his own blood. "What hit us?"

"A Tenryu-Class, sir!" One of the crew man shouted as he peered out from the broken window. The first line of the Fleet of Fog was composed of Japanese light cruisers, and a 3 stacker Tenryu-class. The ships were all glowing with red markings, and their speed didn't falter even though they were being bombarded by the UNF's ship missiles.

The fleet simply activated their Klein field, a shield that even missiles couldn't even penetrate.

"Sir! Message from Blue Fleet: "Received! Sending Kirishima and Haruna to aid your escape! General retreat has been ordered!" The captain vehemently clicked his tongue. A retreat had been ordered, so the UN must have seen the inevitable outcome of this battle. It was clear as day that they'd been defeated by them again.

"Sir, FOX – 10 and 20 are reporting of unusual activity on the Tirpitz!" The captain darted his eyes to the other officers. Now, this wasn't good; the mental model of the ship might launch an attack that would destroy them all.

"What activity?"

"Its super graviton canon…it's activating. Big Boss is activating it!"

Shit…the captain cursed. The battleship's most powerful arsenal, the Super Graviton Cannon, could eliminate the remaining fleet. Now they must escape, as that was now their only battle plan.

"Hurry and turn this junk pile around! Retreat! Retreat!" The UNF Goliath slowly turned and maneuvered away from the advancing first line of the Fleet of Fog, gaining speed away from the fleet.

Across the sea from the Fleet of Fog's Tenryu, Kuma, and St. Louis cruisers, three rows away from the front, a huge battleship that possessed a different color than the rest was sailing synchronously with the fleet.

Its hull was glowing in blue, red and gold and its conning tower stood majestically and superior to the rest of the fleet. It was the German battleship, Tirpitz, and it was plowing into the water at a slow speed.

And there, standing tall on the top of the conning tower, with his black academic cloak fanning to the wind over his black leather jacket, was the Mental Model of the ship, a man who was once known as Big Boss by many.

Big Boss looked down, his green eyes staring degradingly at a submarine that suddenly burst from underneath. It bore an insignia of the UNF, an enemy ship.

Big Boss, with a wave of his right hand, commanded his ship to rocket forward. The hull of his warship made a resounding, cracking thud as it rammed and cut the submarine in half. The submarine exploded, but it launched a single missile as its last offense. The missile flew towards the mental model.

The man however, simply caught it with the two fingers of his left hand.

"Pity." Big Boss said plainly, not bothered by the weight of missile as he threw it back to the water below him. His ship's insignia, a skull with only one eye over a triangle, appeared on his eyepatch before he was surrounded by three holo circles with the same colors as his Tirpitz.

"Commands to row Tenryu-class and Kuma –Class, increase your speed. South Carolina class battleships form diamond formation. Protect me," he commanded as the ships in front of him jolted to full speed. A row of single two mast and stackers, dreadnought battleships beside him began to move and form a diamond formation, colors blinking to his commands.

Several holographic screens appeared as he accessed his interface: radar screens, status of the fleets, and his ships status were now hovering around him.

"I see no sign of the Blue Steel Fleet." Big Boss said while staring at the ocean in front of him. Right now, he had a mission to locate the Blue Steel Fleet's flagship, I-401 submarine, and sink it. He didn't question the mission, for it was the only thing on his mind.

"Well then," Big Boss planned: if he couldn't draw them out, then he would make them. He raised both of his hands into the air and uttered, "ARS NOVA: ENGAGE!"

His whole ship brightened his colors and shot up several lights. The ship's hull made a loud thud as the deck behind the coning tower of Tirpitz opened and four menacing circles emerged from within and floated above Big Boss. The whole upper portion of the Tirpitz then suddenly detached from the lower part and floated, revealing its hollow interior, which was filled with sparkling bright lights of blue, red and gold.

"Charging thanatonium, open energy channel, channeling process commencing," Big Boss dictated as his green eyes looked up onto the moon, still and lifeless, "angulating super gravity cannon," and with a wave of his right hand, the ocean beneath him sagged.

Tirpitz was now floating in the middle of a large concaving ocean. Big Boss tapped the floor with his right boot, and the ship began to tilt onto its stern. "Angulation…55, 85 degrees," he dictated. The ship then stopped its tilt at a steep angle.

Big Boss eyes were now level with the moon. Its white light shone brightly at him and then the man commanded without hesitation and concern.

"Fire." His super gravity cannon made a terrifying rumbling sound before it ejected a loud long beam of bright blue, red and gold lights. The beam traveled past and missed the retreating fleet by an inch, shooting towards the sky, breaking the atmosphere apart and with perfection, hit the moon.

Big Boss watched as the moon exploded, half of it detached and scattering throughout the space above them, as his cannon stopped. Big Boss stared at the once beautiful full moon, which was now locked in a perpetual half-moon.

With a movement of his left eye, a holographic screen appeared, and he broadcast his voice to all of the opposing fleet. "This was nothing but a mere warning shot, and now you know what I am capable of, Blue Steel Fleet." Big Boss then removed his eyepatch and revealed his right green eye, which was not human because the sclera was all black.

"Now, you've a minute to surrender yourselves to me and comply with my demands." He boomed sinisterly as the debris coming from the broken moon began to fall towards the sea, creating big waves that damaged the retreating fleet.

UNF GOLIATH

"Oh my God!" The captain of the Zuimwalt cruiser stared in horror. The bright full moon above them had now become a half moon, as the other half was scattered in space and somewhat falling to earth.

We're no match…we're doomed! He thought dreadfully as he kneeled on the floor. The man, Big Boss, had broadcast his terrifying feat; if they complied with his demands, he might let them go, and the captain was willing to because of fear.

Suddenly his thoughts stopped, a harsh sound echoing above them in the sky. The captain looked up and saw a large missile pass over them. Its metallic frame was white and it bore an insignia of a bird spreading its wings, the insignia of the Blue Steel Fleet.

"No, we still have an ace!" he screamed loudly as his heart screamed with new hope. Now that first part of the plan was finished, the second part had begun. He knew what the missile was carrying and he hoped that this plan, a grand scheme to stop this foolish war once and for all, would work on Big Boss.

"Godspeed, Jonathan!" he saluted proudly.

I'm tired… Big Boss slowly looked down. The sea beneath him had returned to normal as the upper portion of his Tirpitz reattached itself below, and the ship was whole again. Fatigue ran across his aching muscles after he used all of his processing power to use his main arsenal.

He slowly sat down on the edge of the coning tower and closed his eyes, a holo-window appearing and notifying him that his ship was starting to recharge. The man brushed the window away with his right hand lightly, allowing himself to rest for a little while.

"Recharging…12 percent," he murmured plainly, but then a new window blared at him and his eyes opened. This time it was the warning alarm for an incoming torpedo. He stood up and prepared himself for an imminent impact, as he scanned the incoming object before he blinked in confusion.

"No thanatonium reading? A dud?" Puzzled as to why the enemy had sent an empty missile, he stood up and watched as the white missile flew and plummeted towards his bow, creating loud sound and landed on the deck.

Big Boss didn't waste any time; he saw the emblem of the Blue Steel Fleet and he quickly jumped from the tall coning tower and landed on the deck. His eyes sharpened after a part of the dud missile opened, and his ears caught a familiar coughing sound of a human.

This is their response? Big Boss was puzzled more; why would the Blue Steel send a lanky looking man that he could easily kill? But he didn't ponder more: the man was an intruder and he had to kill him.

"State your business, inferior human," He began while he walked vigilantly, eyes not leaving the man.

The man coughed, breathing hard, and slowly looked up and bared his blue eyes at the man. Big Boss stared down at him, intimidating the man, but the man smiled and said, "I'm here…to rescue a friend…you!" before charging towards him. Big Boss fixedly watched as he ran toward him, before swiftly grabbing him by his left hand and pulling him to throw him away from him with force.

"Agh!" Jonathan yelped in pain as his back and head hit the first forward turret, feeling his spine crack, but he stood up anyway, determined to stop the Mental Model, Big Boss.

"Big Boss, who is controlling you, now!?" Jonathan shouted as he charged again, but was thrown away once more towards the turret gun after Big Boss activated his Klein Field. The man was unnerved, yet confused by his question. No one was controlling him, this was what he was supposed to do right now, conquering mankind again.

"I've no idea what you're saying," Big Boss began as he controlled his Klein Field towards his right hand and created a gun. He pointed it at the man, coercing him to stay still, but the man merely smiled, his will unwavering in the face of his threats. Big Boss sighed as he moved closer towards the man and grabbed him by his neck and lifted him up. Jonathan gulped in fear as he felt the man's left hand closing on his windpipe.

"What's your name?" Big Boss asked, uninterested.

Jonathan stared down in his eyes; he wanted to scream in pain but he didn't want to give in to him. "My name…is…Jonathan Meyers…and I am related to you!"

Related? "That's impossible. I am created. I'm the only one that was launched today. I have no siblings yet." Puzzled as to what he meant, Big Boss merely watched as the man chuckled while gasping for breath.

"No…you're stolen…from your death…" Jonathan moved his left hand and reached for the right breast pocket of his white naval uniform, making the Mental Model tighten his hands and cutting off his air more. He struggled to move faster as he took out an old battered photograph which he showed to Big Boss.

"Solid Snake… David…he's your biological son from when you were still alive…and he's my father!" Jonathan shouted. He looked into Big Boss's eyes and saw that they didn't change even one bit. The man was merely looking at him.

Please work! Come back! Jonathan wanted to scream, but he leapt straight to the point. "Big Boss…no, John! Come back now! You're not a soldier anymore! You're…nobody's puppet!" Desperation came to Jonathan as Big Boss's left hand refused to soften. Death was now imminent for him as he ran out of air, but he suddenly fell and landed on the floor hard.

Jonathan coughed hard and looked up with perplexity. Big Boss was still standing, but his eyes were wide and staring into nothing. It worked! A wave of triumph swept to him as he saw the older man open his mouth and let out a blood curdling scream.

It all happened in an instant after that man uttered that name. Memories, knowledge, and feelings that he had not felt for a long time came back and hit Big Boss hard. A painful feeling crawled onto his brain and it felt like it was crushing him; no, it felt like his whole body was being crushed into tiny bits.

"Aahh…Aagh!" He dropped the Klein Field- made gun, which disappeared as he lost concentration on processing the Klein Field. His hands clutched at his aching head; the pain felt like his brain was being expanded. He struggled and limply moved back and forth.

What is this! What is this! Is this me!? Confusion, pain, muddled thoughts and agony; those feelings ran back and forth in his head, creating chaos inside him. After a second, he fell to his knees and faced the floor and ceased screaming.

Jonathan observed him, hoping that what he had planned to do had worked. This was the plan that he created with the Blue Steel Fleet to bring Big Boss back to his senses and it worked. The whole Tirpitz had become silent; its hull was no longer glowing in its own livery.

"John," he called, but there was no answer. Jonathan slowly approached the downed Mental Model, but then he heard his grim voice.

"David… Solid Snake… Son…" There was no longer any doubt; it had worked because the man's voice was sincere. Jonathan dove and grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him lightly.

"John, are you back!? John!?" Big Boss remembered everything. He had seen vivid images, flashbacks that felt like movies and he recognized them as his own memories. He had recalled his real name, John, and what his job had been before and he remembered how he died. It all had come back to him.

"My name is John. I am a mercenary. David was one of my sons." Happiness from success filled to Jonathan as he hugged the man. It worked, he had brought him back.

"Thank God, John!" he faced him, eyes teary and saw Big Boss's green eyes slowly softening in recognition. "I knew that you'd be back! My father, David, well, Solid Snake, would be happy to see you with me and my family!" Joyful and excited, Jonathan talked and talked to Big Boss, who slowly formed a smile, reacting like he had been freed from a controlling spell.

Jonathan's features were very like and near to Solid Snake's, he had no longer questioned him. He was his son.

"My name is Jonathan Meyers! Solid Snake was my father; he married and lived and died as a normal man like you told him to do!" Jonathan said proudly as he helped him to stand up. Big Boss only listened; he was still a bit disoriented.

"Let's stop this war. Let's go home," Jonathan said calmly as the older man turned to him and smiled. Although he had thousands of questions about what he was doing here, he let it all slide as he weakly answered.

"Yeah, let's go home-"The water beside the Tirpitz suddenly burst as a massive black hull surfaced from beneath the surface. The Tirpitz rocked back and forth as the waves from the incoming ship hit the battleship's hull. Jonathan and Big Boss were thrown to the floor as they were caught off guard.

"What the-!" Jonathan looked up and was surprised by the identity of the new ship. It was the huge 20th century ocean liner, RMS QUEEN MARY. The infamous ocean liner was known for its 3 funnels that boosted its popularity in speed and luxury in the late 90's. The man was shocked to see it here because this was the first time that he had seen a fog ship that wasn't a warship.

The Queen Mary was bathed in gold, violet, and yellow. Its bow loomed and cast a shadow on the deck, belittling Big Boss's Tirpitz.

"What the hell?" Jonathan was still disoriented as Big Boss's eyes suddenly sharpened, his ears having caught the familiar sound of a missile launching from its pad. He looked around the ship and saw a missile launching from its deck and hurtling towards them.

"Move now! Jonathan!" Big Boss grabbed the man, but he felt the younger man quickly push him to the ground, shielding him with his own back. Big Boss wanted to move him more, but then it was all too late. The missile hit the bow deck, several meters away from him, and exploded.

Both of them were thrown.

It wasn't long after that attack that Big Boss's consciousness returned. He quickly looked around and saw the damage that the surprise attack had done to his ship. The bow deck of the Tirpitz was ruined and riddled with holes.

"Jonathan!" His concern shifted. Jonathan, the son of Solid Snake, who was his last relative right now, was lying on the edge of the bow, arms snagged onto the railings. Big Boss quickly ran towards him, his heart beating in fear. He felt that he would lose him tonight.

"Jonathan!" he called again, but the man didn't respond. He slowly took him by his arms and gently turned him around, and then he froze. Terror rose up as he saw the large metal pole from the explosion, sticking right out of his chest. His white naval uniform was slowly turning red.

"No!" John gasped, his mind racing, but no knowledge came to him on treating such an injury. "Jonathan!" John called as he tried to move him, but he caught the young man's voice.

Jonathan's eyes slowly opened and looked at John, a sad smile spreading on his lips as he saw the worried expression of the former mercenary. "John…it's all right…" he said slowly, feeling the object in his chest, and knowing that death was inevitable for him now.

"No! I can save you!" John said, but he was unsure. He couldn't accept what had happened to Jonathan, the only man who was connected to Solid Snake, the man that he had accepted as his son and whom he had commanded to live in peace.

"It's all right… My son… Abraham… He will like you… He'll love you…" and then Jonathan took his last breath.

John's heart was now in turmoil as he saw the life of Jonathan slowly drain away. Anguish, sorrow, and grief poured through him and he felt that he was being crushed by it.

"No! Jonathan! I'm sorry!" he screamed in guilt, but he knew he would not hear him anymore. Sadness and guilt swept inside Big Boss as a familiar insight dawned on him. He had felt this feeling before; no, he had felt this many times before, but tonight, he felt more pain from it.

Oh, no… I did it again! Grief attacked him horribly. The man, who was related to someone he had accepted and loved, was now dead from the war he had caused, and his blood smeared on his hands. Clueless as to what was happening right now, or where he was right now, he knew that this war was caused by him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered poignantly as the sounds of guns and missiles launching and flying above him echoed ominously in his ears. Remorse and guilt entered his heart as he glanced behind him and saw the Fleet of Fog, still glowing red and attacking the retreating fleet.

"Stop now!" Remembering that he could control the fleet he commanded, though the ships continued to move, unyielding.

"STOP NOW, I SAY!" he commanded and failed horribly, and it seemed the fleet he once had in his grasp was now out of control. "Enough. No more, please…" Big Boss remembered his life and he realized that it was too painful to watch, even for him.

All throughout his life, he knew nothing but war, and he knew what had become of him because of it. He remembered how he died and it was the happiest thing that he ever remembered. On that day, he had already settled everything; he left the world as it is.

But tonight that resolve was broken, again, by him.

"I'm sorry," his voice echoed, sorrowfully. His mind back tracked and remembered the death of someone he loved and respected, and that memory was of the time he killed the woman called 'the Boss', whom he had loved as a mother. On the moment of his death, he had promised to himself, and to her, to rest and never to start another foolish war.

I've done it again… Dolefully, he closed his eyes and painfully accepted the whole event that was happening right now and his inability to do anything.

*THUD*

A small thud echoed along the floor of the bow deck in front of Big Boss, who was still looking remorsefully at the dead eyes of his rescuer. Guilt was written all over his face as he repeatedly agonized over his cruel fate, and he didn't notice that the sound continued and was approaching him.

Big Boss left Jonathan as his eyes shifted slowly towards the new being that was standing in front of him. With mournful daze, he looked at another intruder.

The intruder was clothed in…an astronaut suit. Its huge helmet reflected back the sad face of Big Boss. But the man didn't react; his mind was blank from the grief and tragedy, and his eyes were lifeless as tears flowed out of them.

"I knew that it would come to this event." The astronaut began as his hands moved to his helmet and twisted it. A loud hiss escaped from his suit and before he successfully pulled it out, the astronaut glowed with a radiant white light, and within seconds the astronaut now wore a long white gown which fluttered magnificently with the wind.

Big Boss slowly let out a gasp of shock after he saw the astronaut's face. The astronaut was a woman and…the Boss, herself. Anguish and sadness swelled in his chest. Even though that it might not be her, the Boss was here standing and looking down at him with sad blue gray eyes that seemed to pierce and shatter his soul.

"Boss…" The woman who had taken him under her wing to become a good soldier of humanity, when he was alive before, was here. He didn't know if he should be happy that he could see her again, or relieved that she was here to kill him so this war could stop.

"Boss," he called again. His memories about her resurfaced as pain from woe overwhelmed him. The day that he killed her was also the day that he had lost himself, since their relationship was deep and made them a whole.

"I'm sorry. I created a war, and I can't stop it. I'm sorry, just kill me," Big Boss said; he wanted to die. There was nothing left for him in this world except for death.

The woman who looked like his mentor slowly approached him and spoke. "I am not the woman that you're assume." The woman's tone was slow and eerie; she kneeled in front of him, eyes level with his.

"But, if I were her, I would forgive you, John." Her blue gray eyes were full of sadness, just like his. "I'm truly sorry for this, John, but you weren't supposed to be activated. This tragedy shouldn't have happened, but because of my mistake, it did."

Big Boss didn't think; he couldn't hear her words, he was still trapped in his despair. The woman saw it and she merely close her eyes in pain.

"John, this man who was related to you has a son. You've a great grandson." The woman then moved closer, her face an inch from Big Boss and whispered.

"Go to him, make him your captain. I know from the bottom of my heart that you will save the world once again…my child…" The woman moved again and landed her pale pink lips on the man's forehead.

Big Boss felt her lips and the heat that surged from them. Disoriented and remorseful still, clouded from shame, the man's lips moved and uttered, "I'm sorry, Boss." before darkness took him over as his system shut down.

Time Line Part 2

2060 – The whole world was shocked after every electronic entertainment devise was hijacked and broadcast the Fleet of Fog's war propaganda; the Fleet of Fog had declared war against humanity again.

The US Government was alarmed after they saw the Mental Model who led the propaganda, a man identifying himself as Big Boss, the greatest soldier of the 20th century. He had died in the beginning of 21st century, a notorious mercenary who created a rogue nation called Outer Heaven that was subsequently destroyed at the beginning of the 21st century as well. The US Government sent their best agents to investigate the identity of the Mental Model, to see if he really was Big Boss. Their results had shocked them.

The investigation led them to the grave of Big Boss, and the graves of some of his men, and they discovered that most of the remains of the men who were involved with him on the Outer Heaven incident were missing. Their graves empty, the government suspected conspiracy among other nations, but to no avail. They didn't reach a conclusive result as to the real identity of the Mental Model and the missing remains.

Beginning of 2061 – The new Fleet of Fog had successfully completed their global blockade. Mankind's maritime and aviation freedom was in peril. And as if that weren't enough trouble, the legendary Blue Steel Fleet had disappeared, igniting mankind's fear of losing freedom over the sea forever.

However, the U.N. was mystified because they couldn't find any traces of Big Boss and his commandeer battleship, Tirpitz, as if they too had disappeared together with the Blue Steel Fleet.

2062 – 2 years after the disastrous 3rd World Naval War, the Singapore Naval Force was alarmed after the infamous Big Boss's Tirpitz appeared near their port.

The naval force engaged the ship in combat, but they were puzzled since the ship remained dead in the water. They captured it and towed it to their port, and after they put it in a secured location, they investigated the ship immediately and made a shocking discovery.

The lifeless body of Jonathan Meyers, one of Singapore's best naval generals, was found inside the bridge of Tirpitz…together with the unconscious Mental Model, Big Boss.

The naval force gave the general a funeral service and quickly captured Big Boss, putting him in a secure location. This was the only victory that mankind gained against the new Fleet of Fog.