The battle began anew as V, Jackie, and the remnants of their platoon formed a ragged line of resistance against the oncoming Free States forces. Sweat dripped from their brows, staining the dusty earth beneath them, but there was no time for rest, no room for hesitation.
Time seemed to warp as V's Sandevistan kicked in, the world around him slowing to a crawl. Every movement, every heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears as he unloaded a hail of bullets into the advancing soldiers. His Militech submachine gun barked angrily, each bullet finding its mark and cutting down an enemy.
Jackie, despite his injury, fought like a man possessed, his blade singing a deadly song as it carved through the ranks of the Free States. His every move was a symphony of violence, a testament to his sheer willpower and tenacity.
The remnants of their platoon fought bravely, their rifles chattering a continuous refrain of defiance against the onslaught. They were outnumbered, outgunned, yet they held their ground, their spirit unbroken.
In the thick of the battle, Johnny's holographic form flickered next to V. "Got something big coming in, V!" His digital eyes were wide as he relayed the information. "A Metal Gear, and it's closing fast!"
"So that's World Marshals notorius new toy..."
Chuckled Jackie dryly.
A sense of dread filled V at the news. Metal Gears were massive, heavily armed and armored war machines that World Marshal had announced during the corporate G7, and it was claimed that they were notoriously difficult to take down.
"How much time do we have?" V asked, his voice taut with tension.
"Not much," Johnny responded grimly. "A couple of minutes at most."
As if to punctuate Johnny's words, the earth shook beneath their feet, the ominous rumble of the Metal Gear's approach growing louder with each passing second. Suddenly, the air was filled with the screaming whistle of incoming missiles. The explosions sent dirt and debris flying, turning the once tranquil oasis into a battlefield of destruction.
V gritted his teeth, firing at the incoming soldiers while evading the rain of missiles. It was a desperate situation, one that was quickly spiraling out of control.
Then, as if fate had decided to throw them a lifeline, a new set of motor sounds echoed over the battlefield. From the west, a group of vehicles burst onto the scene. At their head was a man recognizable even from a distance - Sam.
Sam, a the renowned legend, was a sight to behold. He was clad in his signature tactical gear, his black coat billowing in the wind as he revved his Kusanagi bike, its engine roaring defiance against the hum of the Metal Gear.
Spotting the Metal Gear, Sam kicked his bike into gear, rushing towards it with reckless abandon. His bike moved with the agility of a panther, dodging the rain of missiles with incredible precision.
Drawing his Muramasa, Sam leaped from his bike, the blade flashing under the harsh sun. With a swift, decisive movement, he drove his blade into the Metal Gear's leg, the high-frequency blade cutting through the armored exterior like butter.
The Metal Gear staggered, its systems sparking and sputtering. Sam didn't relent, darting around the giant machine, his blade striking vital spots, each hit causing the Metal Gear to shudder and groan.
Meanwhile, Sam's group swarmed the battlefield, their firearms and cybernetics blazing as they mowed down the Free States soldiers, providing much-needed support to V, Jackie, and their platoon.
"Never thought I'd be glad to see that bastard," Jackie grunted, slashing at a soldier attempting to flank them.
"Focus on the soldiers, Jackie," V said, a hint of a smirk.
Sam moved with a purposeful grace that could only come from years of experience. His blade, shimmering under the harsh sunlight, was an extension of his will, a relentless force that tore through the Metal Gear's fortified exterior.
Each slash was a calculated move, striking at the monstrous war machine's vulnerabilities with deadly precision. The Mono-katana bit into the Metal Gear's chassis, a shower of sparks illuminating the combat zone. There was a rhythmic beauty to it, a deadly dance executed with ruthless precision.
Despite being damaged, the metal gear's towering silhouette still loomed over the battlefield, an embodiment of raw, devastating power. Its missile pods cycled with a low hum, the threat of imminent destruction hanging heavily in the air.
The first missiles screamed towards Sam, leaving trails of smoke in their wake. Sam's eyes narrowed, focusing on the incoming projectiles. With a sudden burst of speed, he sprinted forward, each stride bringing him closer to his target. He moved like a shadow, his body a blur of motion.
At the last possible second, he leaped, his figure a stark silhouette against the glare of the missiles. He landed on the first missile, his foot barely making contact before he launched himself to the next one. It was a ballet of chaos and precision, a delicate dance on the razor's edge of destruction.
His momentum carried him upwards, towards the looming monstrosity.
As he neared the Metal Gear, its mechanical limbs swung at him. Sam parried the first strike with his blade, the impact sending a resonating clang through the air. He twisted mid-air, avoiding the second limb and countered, his blade biting into the machine's armored exterior.
With a swift upward movement, Sam managed to sever one of the Metal Gear's limbs, a shower of sparks cascaded around him.
The machine reeled, off-balance, and Sam didn't waste the opportunity. He plunged his blade into the exposed joint of the second leg, cleaving through it. The Metal Gear wobbled, its massive frame swaying before it collapsed onto the ground.
But Sam was not done. With a determined grit, he thrust his blade into the machine's underbelly, using it as a lever to hoist the massive machine into the air. His augmented strength defied the immense weight, the monstrous war machine lifted and suspended in a show of impossible power.
With the Metal Gear airborne, Sam sprinted along the length of its limb, running up the monstrous machine. His momentum carried him into the air, soaring above the crippled Metal Gear. Time seemed to slow as he twisted in mid-air, his blade poised for the final blow.
"Yes, yes, split it wide open!" Jackie laughed in the distance.
With a grunt, Sam drove his blade downwards, the high-frequency weapon cleaving through the machine as if it were butter. The Metal Gear was split in half, its two pieces falling away from Sam as he descended.
The battlefield fell silent, the defeated machine crashing into the sandy plain below. Standing amongst the wreckage, Sam raised his blade, its surface glistening with the setting sun. He had done it. He had taken down a Metal Gear.
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Jetstream Sam, Night City Legend
Action(Also known as MGRR Night City DLC) This is just an idea I want to initiate, I don't know how much attention I will be putting into this, just like all of my other half-ass fanfics. Sam is not an insert, he is the Jetstream Sam from MGR, th...
