Honey, I'm gonna make it out alive.
Who: steel_goddess and youendthewar
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.
( The path you walk on has no end. )
When: Backdated a bit to the 2/18 attack on the Core, after Sirens, during the blackout.
Where: Startin' out at the Baseball Field
Summary: ...Spending Friday night with a friend? :|a Snake and Samus after the mess at the core falls apart.
Warnings: A bit of monster-related violence, maybe blood, ...likely some language.
( The path you walk on has no end. )
The cops and voids were all tucked into the Core area so it was time to make her withdrawal, moving through the dugouts towards...hey was that...Snake?
Drawing the Paralyzer she sighted along it's length, trying to dispel the dizziness Liquid's assault had left her with. Once she had a solid target, she let fly with a bolt of blue plasma.
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She turned as Snake worked the door, covering him with the Paralyzer leveled out into the darkness. Worse came to worse, she'd call on the Varia suit.
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Samus followed Snake inside obediently, letting her eyes adjust to the sudden light thrown from his lighter compared to the barely starlit night outside. She smiled down at her new black-and-white friend, leaning down to rub his head and scratch behind his ears.
"You didn't seem like the animal type to me."
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"...Hm?" He looked over at her for the first time since they'd crossed the threshold. Type? Never really thought about it. Maybe someone would sooner expect a snake. But he'd always been fond of dogs. Smart, loyal to a fault. And if one happens to bite the hand that feeds, it's never out of hate. Strong pack mentality, too. Someone with a little more insight might have said Snake had subconsciously surrounded himself with a couple dozen of them to try to compensate for missing ( ... )
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Rubbing the dog's head she padded along after Snake, following him into the kitchen. "It sounds like you had a good time doing it. What made you stop? Or was that when the Core pulled you?"
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"That's where I met Otacon." He explained, flicking his lighter closed. And Meryl, too; which wasn't the easiest of topics but he kept coming back to her in his mind because Samus did remind him of her quite a bit, sometimes. "A couple months later he contacted me about working together on a more regular basis." Snake's home was a bit too remote to commute ( ... )
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Padding into the kitchen, dog at her heels, Samus waited for her eyes to adjust before indicating a chair. "Sit down, let's take a look at your leg and see what we can do about it."
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"Ever since the specs got out, everyone with the funding has their own version of Metal Gear." He said. "Otacon handles support. I do all the grunt work." They had a couple benefactors, and Nastasha and Mei Ling helped out when they could. But for the most part Philanthropy was essentially a two-man job.
He eased himself down into the chair obediently, untying the bloodstained field dressing and tearing the leg of his pants away from the wound to get a look at it. Looked pretty messy in the low light, and now that they were safe and the adrenaline had mostly faded from his system he was really starting to feel it. But he was lucky, at least, in that the bullet seemed to have passed right through.
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Kneeling at his feet, Samus leaned in to inspect the wound and shook her head slowly. "Messy. Through and through it looks like though, so there's that at least."
Straightening up she went to the sink for a wet washcloth. "Don't go anywhere" she quipped over one shoulder.
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"Bipedal tank and mobile nuclear platform." He clarified. Which was putting it simply. Every model was different, but it didn't take much imagination to see how dangerous it was for someone to be able to launch a nuke from just about anywhere in the world.
He watched her cross the room and exhaled sharply in what might have been a dry laugh, if he wasn't busy bleeding all over the kitchen. She didn't have to worry about that, at least. Not going anywhere for a while if he can help it.
"Nowhere else to be." He said. Liquid and Kadaj could wait. He knew how to pick his battles.
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Wetting a cloth and wringing it out she padded back over, scratching the dog on the head on the way by. "I shouldn't have to tell you this is going to hurt but...this is going to hurt. Don't suppose you have a first aid kit lying around?"
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"I wasn't kidding when I said I've had worse. Don't worry about it."
Hell, it was a luxury to have anyone around to help him out at all. He seemed about to continue, but cut himself off and pointed her in the direction of what first aid they had in the house instead. It wasn't much of an uncommon occurrence for one or the other of them to need a patch job. Not much in the way of painkillers, though. Good thing he had a high threshold for it.
He raised a somewhat grimy hand to rub at his eyes as he waited for her to come back. By the time she did, he seemed to have sorted out what he meant to say in the first place.
"...thanks. Samus."
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Crouching back down on her knees she began the thorough process of disinfecting and binding the wound, thankful there wasn't a whole bullet to be removing. As it was, looking for fragments would be a pain in the ass.
"I should get you a suit like mine."
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"...no, thanks." He said, carefully level. Not that he didn't appreciate the concern and all. But it wasn't really his kind of weapon. Worked for Samus and Olga well enough, but the price paid for that kind of technology in his own world was a little too high. And hit far too close to some of his nightmares.
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Not that people hadn't tried, over the years, to mimic the Varia suit, but that's all they were; mimics. Nothing even came close to the advanced suite of weapons and defenses it boasted.
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