Operation Rescue Stupidbrother
Jan. 8th, 2011 04:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badassbooksnakeIt hadn't taken him long to figure it out, once he had the pieces together.
Father Dearest and Hermann Strassarman the Multimillionaire were playing games, with the prize being Strassarman Sr's son, Gerald, who was currently a rather well-treated prisoner of a Iraq Prison Fortress.
And then, a new playing piece had entered the game - One 'David Mordecai', who was also a prisoner at said Iraq Fortress. It wasn't common knowlege that 'David Mordecai'="Solid Snake'=Big Boss's son, but Strassarman Sr did know, and so did some others.
So basically, David had been left to rot in an Iraq prison because Father Dearest had decided the power plays were more important then rescuing his own son. Clone.
David would be rescued whenever Big Boss actually got around to rescuing Gerald Strassarman, if he actually managed to survive that far. Which was a big fat 'if' - Gerald was worth keeping in good condition, but David?? As far as he could tell, the rank and file of his gaolers had no idea he was anything special at all.
Which was both a good thing and a bad thing.
James choose to think of it as a good thing, now - It made his Mission easier.
Mission Rescue Stupidbrother. Because his brother David was very, very stupid, in his opinion.
And he didn't care a damn if he was making his Father's job more difficult in the process. Gerald Strassarman was a money tree to his captors - there was no way under the heavens he was going to be harmed on purpose. And though he didn't wish his Uni roomie's brother any harm, David did come first.
We got him, Mouser! It's him, it's really -
[And then there was a ominous burst of static. And then...]
Get out of my fucking way, Hannibal. Yo. Chihuahua.
[Thanks. A. Bloody. Fucking. Lot.]
Helloooo. Sirrr.
[Father Dearest]
[And then was the absolutely intolerable 20 minutes or so in which Father Dearest tried to convince Hannibal to let them use the 'back door' which Hannibal and his Team had created with a great deal of time, effort and money (supplied mostly by him (and Dr Clark and co)).]
[While David, apparently, was just left lying in the car.]
[Well alright, the good-looking smooth-talker of Hannibal's Team did say he seemed to be - not in any danger of dying anytime soon, and yeaaaah, he did know that Father Dearest had other priorities (Like rescuing Strassarman's son. Whom James himself wouldn't have cared a damn about if he also wasn't Malcolm's brother, but since he was...Yeah.), but.]
Errr. Mouser, as you know already, we are experiences some problems with our flight...
[Nooo kidding.]
Father Dearest had had his way, as his usually did, but David was safe now, and so was Malcolm's brother. Most of the prisoners had even been rescued, in the end.
David was - David wasn't as bad as he had feared. He was thin, boney and walked with a limp (The doctors said they could fix that, but it would take a while) and had scars and burns in odd places, but he hadn't been maimed, and he was still sane.
Mostly.
"James. You were looking for me. I could feel you. Tentacles. Eyestalks. Creepycreepy."
James wondered what the hell he was talking about. His brother had been drugged up to his eyebrows now, and was leaning on him, chuckling.
"Gerald talked all the time. Like you."
"...Oookay?"
"...Father was there."
"- For Gerald."
"Yeah. For me too. Yelled at me. Told me a real Snake could've escaped on my own. Taken Gerald, even."
...When had that happened?
"Was drunk."
...What the fuck? Had Father Dearest began to drink on Missions???
His brother leaned on him, giggling.
"Go home?"
"...To Dr Clark's."
"'kay." He suddenly looked distressed.
"She wouldn't chop me up, right?"
James sighed. "She didn't even chop me up. Why would she?"
David healed slowly - His physical wounds healed with an astonishing rapidity, but his mental wounds were something else. Dr Clark took one look at him and told him clearly that he'd have to sleep in the room with the bars till he got better. James got the point, but didn't like it one bit.
"Can't we do something about the nightmares? And the rages? Without tranqs. He had enough of those."
"What do you want me to do, James?" Dr Clark had said quite reasonably. "I am not a expert in dealing with PSTD, though I have dealt with many cases of such in the past. Of course, in those days, it had a different name..."
James thought about this.
"Drown it out, or something. Pile on enough good stuff and the bad will go away from sheer volume. Maybe?"
Dr Clark seemed to think about this. "That...may not be a bad idea. Let me check some things out."
So it was experiment time again. except that this time it was his brother on the table instead of him as it mostly had been.
"I'm going to put you under, David. James is right besides you."
"...Yeah..." David muttered. James smiled bravely, and took his hand.
It wasn't really anything like a first-class VR system - this was more like a advanced hypnosis tape, really. Images of seasides, home, sunsets, laughter while the tape soothingly spoke of safety and home and healing.
"It seems to be working!" Dr Clark said, watching the monitors. "- Uh?"
"Oh." James chuckled. "He likes dogs."
The dogs pranced over the screen, and disappeared.
"He does? - Well, it does seem to be working. I think we should try it for a month. Would it work if he's actually sleeping? We'll have to check that..."
".....And he's training too hard." James muttered.
"But he's always been like that, dear."
They got a better VR System and tried all kinds of programs. David went along with it with a glum sigh, but never actually tried to say no.
"It's working, it's working - "
"And it's cheap, too! Comparatively!"
"Yeeaaah!"
David sighed. "Happy to contribute to the progress of medicine, Ma'am."
Dr Clark looked at him. "But how do you feel, dear?"
David seemed to think about that. And then he seemed to concentrate on something.
James blinked - what was he doing?
"Better, Ma'am. Thank you."
"You're welcome! It's good to feel like a real doctor, for a change..."
Dr Clark grinned.
In the end, David went back to Father Dearest. Or rather, Master Miller, perhaps.
James wasn't very surprised, but he still wasn't very happy.
Back to school, back to work, earn money, chase dreams.
Father Dearest and Hermann Strassarman the Multimillionaire were playing games, with the prize being Strassarman Sr's son, Gerald, who was currently a rather well-treated prisoner of a Iraq Prison Fortress.
And then, a new playing piece had entered the game - One 'David Mordecai', who was also a prisoner at said Iraq Fortress. It wasn't common knowlege that 'David Mordecai'="Solid Snake'=Big Boss's son, but Strassarman Sr did know, and so did some others.
So basically, David had been left to rot in an Iraq prison because Father Dearest had decided the power plays were more important then rescuing his own son. Clone.
David would be rescued whenever Big Boss actually got around to rescuing Gerald Strassarman, if he actually managed to survive that far. Which was a big fat 'if' - Gerald was worth keeping in good condition, but David?? As far as he could tell, the rank and file of his gaolers had no idea he was anything special at all.
Which was both a good thing and a bad thing.
James choose to think of it as a good thing, now - It made his Mission easier.
Mission Rescue Stupidbrother. Because his brother David was very, very stupid, in his opinion.
And he didn't care a damn if he was making his Father's job more difficult in the process. Gerald Strassarman was a money tree to his captors - there was no way under the heavens he was going to be harmed on purpose. And though he didn't wish his Uni roomie's brother any harm, David did come first.
We got him, Mouser! It's him, it's really -
[And then there was a ominous burst of static. And then...]
Get out of my fucking way, Hannibal. Yo. Chihuahua.
[Thanks. A. Bloody. Fucking. Lot.]
Helloooo. Sirrr.
[Father Dearest]
[And then was the absolutely intolerable 20 minutes or so in which Father Dearest tried to convince Hannibal to let them use the 'back door' which Hannibal and his Team had created with a great deal of time, effort and money (supplied mostly by him (and Dr Clark and co)).]
[While David, apparently, was just left lying in the car.]
[Well alright, the good-looking smooth-talker of Hannibal's Team did say he seemed to be - not in any danger of dying anytime soon, and yeaaaah, he did know that Father Dearest had other priorities (Like rescuing Strassarman's son. Whom James himself wouldn't have cared a damn about if he also wasn't Malcolm's brother, but since he was...Yeah.), but.]
Errr. Mouser, as you know already, we are experiences some problems with our flight...
[Nooo kidding.]
Father Dearest had had his way, as his usually did, but David was safe now, and so was Malcolm's brother. Most of the prisoners had even been rescued, in the end.
David was - David wasn't as bad as he had feared. He was thin, boney and walked with a limp (The doctors said they could fix that, but it would take a while) and had scars and burns in odd places, but he hadn't been maimed, and he was still sane.
Mostly.
"James. You were looking for me. I could feel you. Tentacles. Eyestalks. Creepycreepy."
James wondered what the hell he was talking about. His brother had been drugged up to his eyebrows now, and was leaning on him, chuckling.
"Gerald talked all the time. Like you."
"...Oookay?"
"...Father was there."
"- For Gerald."
"Yeah. For me too. Yelled at me. Told me a real Snake could've escaped on my own. Taken Gerald, even."
...When had that happened?
"Was drunk."
...What the fuck? Had Father Dearest began to drink on Missions???
His brother leaned on him, giggling.
"Go home?"
"...To Dr Clark's."
"'kay." He suddenly looked distressed.
"She wouldn't chop me up, right?"
James sighed. "She didn't even chop me up. Why would she?"
David healed slowly - His physical wounds healed with an astonishing rapidity, but his mental wounds were something else. Dr Clark took one look at him and told him clearly that he'd have to sleep in the room with the bars till he got better. James got the point, but didn't like it one bit.
"Can't we do something about the nightmares? And the rages? Without tranqs. He had enough of those."
"What do you want me to do, James?" Dr Clark had said quite reasonably. "I am not a expert in dealing with PSTD, though I have dealt with many cases of such in the past. Of course, in those days, it had a different name..."
James thought about this.
"Drown it out, or something. Pile on enough good stuff and the bad will go away from sheer volume. Maybe?"
Dr Clark seemed to think about this. "That...may not be a bad idea. Let me check some things out."
So it was experiment time again. except that this time it was his brother on the table instead of him as it mostly had been.
"I'm going to put you under, David. James is right besides you."
"...Yeah..." David muttered. James smiled bravely, and took his hand.
It wasn't really anything like a first-class VR system - this was more like a advanced hypnosis tape, really. Images of seasides, home, sunsets, laughter while the tape soothingly spoke of safety and home and healing.
"It seems to be working!" Dr Clark said, watching the monitors. "- Uh?"
"Oh." James chuckled. "He likes dogs."
The dogs pranced over the screen, and disappeared.
"He does? - Well, it does seem to be working. I think we should try it for a month. Would it work if he's actually sleeping? We'll have to check that..."
".....And he's training too hard." James muttered.
"But he's always been like that, dear."
They got a better VR System and tried all kinds of programs. David went along with it with a glum sigh, but never actually tried to say no.
"It's working, it's working - "
"And it's cheap, too! Comparatively!"
"Yeeaaah!"
David sighed. "Happy to contribute to the progress of medicine, Ma'am."
Dr Clark looked at him. "But how do you feel, dear?"
David seemed to think about that. And then he seemed to concentrate on something.
James blinked - what was he doing?
"Better, Ma'am. Thank you."
"You're welcome! It's good to feel like a real doctor, for a change..."
Dr Clark grinned.
In the end, David went back to Father Dearest. Or rather, Master Miller, perhaps.
James wasn't very surprised, but he still wasn't very happy.
Back to school, back to work, earn money, chase dreams.
