FissionMailed

[It had been quite some time, far too long since this Big Boss had made his appearance known to the Nexus. Even now, months after his attempt to heed the reigns of control on this building, he still could not sober up the notion of acceptance. Accepting what had happened to him. Accepting the knowledge he possessed. Accepting what Zero had done to him. He could not accept betrayal, and could not accept the Snakes created from his loins as being his Sons. They were pieces in the cog, to assist the sentient machine known as The Patriots. What for, you ask? To ensure control. To keep everyone in their place. They had all been assigned a part like actors in a play, masking the truth and hiding themselves behind veils of supremacy.]

[Big Boss no longer wished to be part of it. It was time he snipped the last strings holding him back and left it to the next generation, to ensure Her dreams were realized. Not through war - he had tried and failed in his attempts before now to make a difference through the killing of helpless soldiers. He would be a deterrence, something for his soldiers to surpass and never live up to. Even as he cradled the pain of his life so close to his heart.]

[The old soldier was standing in what appeared to be the field of Rokovoj Bereg. White lilies surrounded the vicinity of his body and he could faintly hear the running water of the lake nearby. His single eye took in the immediate surrounding area as he finally came to terms with his purpose.]

[This had been where it had all started. In taking Her life, he too felt that same emptiness that death brought. Knowing what he does, yes. Perhaps it truly was better for Her not to be a part of this world. She was too good for Humanity, too pure. Not even he himself deserved to be in her presence for as long as he had, but he understood his selfishness. He knew why he craved to be alongside her, even as he aged, as her chosen disciple. She had been his Mother figure and his mentor. He loved her as such, but nothing more than the purest of intimacies.]

[Regardless of his status with that sacred woman, the soldier still had a mission to complete, with or without The Boss at his side. It was a personal mission in need of fulfilling.]

[It was time he let go and say goodbye.]


_{((ooc: Looking for a canon version of The Boss but anyone can stop by and see what he's up to.))}

[Returning from death was certainly a unique experience, especially for someone like Big Boss. He wasn't entirely sure what he had expected from the ordeal, but being disconnected from his body had been a very strange concept for him to deal with, as it would for anyone. He had been alone, forced into the darkness. He initially believed it to be Hell, but humoured himself with the idea that if there was a God in the Biblical sense, He might have redeemed him. Everything he had done, after all, had been for Her, for the greater good.]

[Being in that world compared to the Nexus was, to put it blankly, a mindfuck. He didn't see Her. He saw no one. Not even The Sorrow as he had done all those years ago. Snake Eater seemed so far away from his conscience now. A foggy cloud of images, with only one piercing through and stabbing him right in the heart. Her death still loomed over him like a toxic gas, consuming his soul. Not even death could free him of that pain.]

[As of right now, Big Boss was perched on a bench in the lobby. His gloved, mechanical hands were draped loosely in his lap. He was leisurely smoking on a cigar, an intense look in his single eye, contemplating what he would do now he was truly back in Hell.]

[A hanger. That was the source of the power behind Big Boss and his Soldiers. No, it wasn't an empty shell of a hall, but a large space for a certain monster of a machine. His robot. All of his soldiers were lined up in front of REX II, readied with ammunition and various weaponry. And he had also encouraged them to equipt a BOX should any petty individuals decide to try and stop him. Medical supplies were stored and stacked away in one of the storage rooms in the hanger.]

[It had been building for months, this strive for power to shake this place up. He longed to gain satisfaction in bringing suffering to those that had made him suffer for so many years. He could never forgive, neither could he forget what had been done. He planned on proving a point, even if it meant the destruction of this building.]

[Big Boss was standing proudly, smirking as he sent one of his engineers to elevate the doors so REX could be piloted out into the Nexus. He glanced to his right-hand side where zanzibarasshole was stood.]

Fox. It is time.

As for everyone else, you will assist and fight anyone that comes in our way. Do whatever you must in order to gain the upper hand.

Our reign of power begins now.

[Readied with his own equipment, Big Boss strides out of the hanger with an arrogant flare. In order for them to get a headstart, he had rigged a collection of C4 in the lobby. Drawing a remote from his pocket, he pushed it and caused said explosives to erupt the hallways.]


_{((ooc: Not sure what's going on? Check this thread for alignment.))}

[Big Boss is in one of the rooms 'outside' on the ground floor. It appears to be a training ground of sorts with a large field and courts for training, along with an alcove for weaponry training. He's currently standing in his BDUs, a whistle draped around his neck as he waits for fellow pupils and any individuals who wished to be enrolled into a workout plan.]

[On the grass is where the hand-to-hand and CQC practice would be organized, and the courts for warming up and cooling down. After all, his soldiers wouldn't succumb to failing due to unstretched muscles.]

[He himself had already trained that morning. And with his plans moving rapidly faster than he had ever suspected, he figured he would have to run some tests to make sure his children and pupils were up to standards for their prepared attack. There was no point planning a battle with a hindered group of soldiers.]

[Despite his look of stern determination on his face, he was excited at the prospect of his plans coming to fruition. He had a feeling it was going to be a good day.]


_{((ooc: Even if you don't want to train, you can still come and interogate him. 8D))}

[Big Boss is walking the hallways.]

[He's walking directly past his office.]

[He's currently supporting a BFG ready to hurt some people. Namely saltpeppered.]

[His mood is not the greatest right now. Cross him and say something, and you might suffer the consequences of his wrath.]



_{((ooc: Already been three days since he died and he's ready to kick some ass. Tread carefully!))}

[Considering how well things had gone with recruitment, one would think that Big Boss was happy with the amount of willing participants that had come by to help him out with his project, but the severe lack of Snakes that had shown up for him to take advantage of, the commander though it best to go out and provoke them by himself. In person.]

[He should have known not many of them would have read the signs. Perhaps the erectile dysfunction was a little too harsh for them. Whatever it was, he wasn't about to let them get off the hook that easily.]

[Big Boss took it on himself to wander the hallways, searching for various Snakes. He had a feeling he might have to start knocking on some doors soon if they didn't come out willingly.]

_{((ooc: locked to snake2012))}

[This old Big Boss is taking a stroll around the Nexus. In his hand, The Patriot resting up on his shoulder. He is looking for something, or rather someone in particular. Dr. Madnar, or at least an engineer that he might be able to blackmail bribe into working under him. He is also looking for his prized soldier in the wishes to dicuss his plans further.]

[After all, just because he was no longer in Zanzibarland, that didn't mean he couldn't continue his plans here. This building could use a little shake-up, even if it would take time to complete said plans.]

[For now, he would put on a facade to hide his ideals.]

[Thankfully, this old bastard isn't quite as willing to shoot down people at random like certain other versions of himself, even if he does detest them. Only when provoked will he resort to a fight.]