Resident Evil....The Umbrella Rebirth THE RP!

OOC: Since Spartan's guy is called marcus, im changing the name of one of the STARS NPC

Blood seeped into the main lobby of the bank. It was far from the peaceful arrest that was wanted by Mark. Instead, both Grant and Hild headed into the bank. Stashing her shotgun, Hild ran ahead with her M6D pistol with Grant trailing behind. Unfortunately, there was a head on collision with the S.T.A.R.S and the remaining two robbers. A burst from an AK sent riccochets all around the corridor, which in turn, received a serenade of bullets back. Hild's bullet easily dropped the man in front of her as two of the 50 caliber bullets sent him to the floor. The second man regained posture backstepped and resumed fire from the waist. Unlike the movies, this was stupidly inaccurate, with the rounds spattering everywhere bar the two S.T.A.R.S. With more professionalism than their counterpart, Grant unleashed his TMP onto him while Hild sent round after round into his chest. After 30 rounds from the Brugger and Thomet MP9 and 10 rounds from the M6D, to the shock of both police, the man still stood. It was obvious that the man had no vest, as blood drained out of him faster than a tub, but here he was, upright, staggering a bit, but loading a fresh clip into the AK-47. He was almost done when Hild snapped out of the daze, ran up, placed the muzzle of the M90 at his chest and blew him apart.

It was odd and slightly disturbing as S.T.A.R.S Alpha regrouped outside of the bank, getting ready for the normal police to arrive on scene. The corpse of the 5 robbers remained where they were while the sixth was dropped uncerimoniously at the steps of the bank. Hild was still contemplating on the freak she and Grant shredded inside when a large hand gripped her by the shoulder. Hey, wake up. The patrol cops are here. We're heading back...well, you and kumi are in any case... With a slight nod, Hild jumped to her feet and stepped into the car with Kumi at the wheel. It fishtailed slightly as Kumi stepped the pedal to the metal and sped off past the incoming patrol cars, racing to the scene.
 
"So what if I am?"

The gun was aimed directly for his face and Leon felt a little ripple of what could only be described as fear. It wasn't until he took his eyes off the barrel in front of his eyes that Kennedy gazed at the woman holding it. A lump formed in his throat at the familiar red head and beautiful face of his old partner, Claire Redfield. It felt like an age since he had last gazed in to her deep, blue eyes and whilst they stared at him with a cold and fierce look, he was almost certain she was laughing on the inside.

"You should consider yourself lucky you were Leon and not somebody else, I could've shot you." The weapon was lowered, leaving Leon to stare at the woman enraptured. "Be a little more careful next time. We are back in Raccoon City, you know. How do you know I wasn't some blood-thirsty zombie?" Her hands fixing on her hips was a sure sign she was at least slightly annoyed with him. "What was with your tone, anyway? Dreading I was going to be some kind of meager, commiserable little rookie?"

"...Ah..." A sheepish smile found its way on to his face as he scratched the back of his head with his free hand. "I was.. erm..." It was not very often that Agent Kennedy lost his typically cool-headed composure, but Claire was perhaps the one person who completely obliterated it with just a simple look. He felt like he had done all those years ago when he had first met Claire Redfield. Back then he had been a rookie, late for his first day on the job and completely helpless.

"Well... I knew you couldn't be a zombie..." Leon was trying to regain his composure. "Because... you didn't turn and try to bite my head off... well, not in their way anyway." He tried to flash a smile as his hand fell back to his side. Kennedy had missed Claire, her soft face and feminine air had been his lifeline in past missions. He stared at her now, a half smile curling his lips. "It's good to see you again."


((I'm getting there. D=))
 
Sheva Alomar

Sheva sighed as Chris left the entrance hall and made his way upstairs. As soon as he was out of sight Sheva went to the front desk. The man who had barred her entry to the S.T.A.R.S HQ was sat there, reading the paper. As Sheva stood there he looked up briefly to see who it was before moaning slightly to himself about not being paid enough to do this job. "Yeah, whaddya want?" The man asked gruffly, up close Sheva saw that he was unshaven and looked very tired.

"What can you tell me about the S.T.A.R.S?" Sheva asked, hiding what little accent she had. She tried to sound like she was just a student or something, which was probably already ruined by being with Chris. The man groaned as he pulled out a piece of paper and spoke the words written on it.

"A special unit of the R.P.D. Special Tactics and Rescue Service, S.T.A.R.S. was founded in 1996 in order to combat the increasing rate of terrorism and cult-related crimes. The Raccoon City team was formed as part of Mayor Michael Warrens' "A Bright 21st Century for Raccoon" campaign funded by the Umbrella Corporation." He finished reading it and looked up at her, hoping to see a satisfied face. He was disappointed. "Everything else is classified. Anything else you want?"

"What can you tell me about the old Umbrella corporation? Especially about the T-Virus, sorry I've been isolated for the past few years, just thought I'd catch up." It was an obvious lie but Sheva hoped she got away with it. Once again, the man sighed before standing up.

"I'll be right back, may as well get you the public folder on it..." The man walked away and Sheva was forced to wait for a few minutes. She felt a tap on her arm. As she turned around, the last thing she saw was the butt of a rifle, as it slammed into her face.

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Chris Redfield

Everything was the exact same. That was Chris' first thought as he opened the double doors leading into an old memory locked in the back of Chris' head. Except that it wasn't a memory, this was real. In front of him was his old desk, and opposite that, Jill Valentine's old desk. The office was filled with people, all of them S.T.A.R.S. Chris had to be careful, if anyone suspected him, it would be very likely that he would be killed.

Something was different however, one the windows was broken, ripped out by the looks of it. The only thing stopping anyone from falling out was simple yellow tape, the kind the police used to seal off crime scenes. Chris would normally have investigated it, but if he did so, it would probably alert the people of his identity. He walked up to what used to be his desk and opened the drawers, it was completely empty.

IT was then that something caught Chris' eye. Across from his own desk, on Jill's desk. A sort of wallet, an exact replica of the wallet Chris used for his S.T.A.R.S I.D badge. He walked around to her desk and picked it up, and sure enough, when he opened it was her I.D badge. "Just what on Earth is goin' on here?" Chris muttered to himself. As he closed the familiar I.D Badge and tucked it into his back pocket, a fax machine very close to Jill's desk began to beep. Intrigued, Chris went to it and examined it. As he read the fax, a little sense of realization began to dawn on him.

~~~~~

The T-Gamma Virus, is a prototype virus is a accumulation of the different properties of the original T strain virus and William Birkins G virus that was delivered to umbrella by HUNK after the original racoon city outbreak, it also contains the tissue regeneration properties of the T-Veronica virus....

The new virus is surprisingly stable, as each test subject has been hand picked from a carefully planned database, using test subjects that responded well to gene therapy and introduction of the T virus anti-bodies and the G virus parasite, the T-Virus anti-bodies would keep the G virus parasite in check, halting malformation and transformation, keeping the test subjects in a more "human" appearance

Due to the volatile nature of the G virus parasite however, the T- Veronica virus was also introduced, to reverse the cellular decay present in some test subjects as the parasite latched to vital organs and began to destroy the host from within, this was a success, not only keeping the parasite docile, but regenerating any damaged tissue at an exponential rate, the success of the project has led to field testing of several subjects, placing them into a newly formed S.T.A.R.S unit in the newly rebuilt raccoon city....

To test there capabilities, there will be a release of several key viruses into the city, to see how the new prototypes handle.........

To ensure there mind stays under the control of our operatives and unaware of there true nature....Several of the members of the new S.T.A.R.S unit have been fitted with a small device, located in the small of there back....similar to a similar successful device used on an earlier test subject, whom of which is still an active agent....
This device will pump the powerful and intoxicating P-90-progenitor base into there blood stream allowing for total control from our operatives based in the new raccoon city.....only use this device if absolutely necessary.

I should be arriving in the city within a few hours, word from our agent is that the BSAA have dispatched an elite unit here....make sure our work here is left undiscovered.....AT ALL COSTS.....

Mr A
Head of New Umbrella corp.

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"New Umbrella?" Chris murmured, he had to get in contact with the BSAA, now. He noticed a file on the desk beside him and smirked. Written on it were the words "New Umbrella". He picked up the file and began to walk towards the door leading back to the stairwell. He had to get out fast, if what that fax said was true, then the S.T.A.R.S here were compromised. However, he hadn't noticed this but, the HQ was now empty...
 
Marcus entered his apartment in racoon city. Rather, it was more of a small lab, designed for the purpose of finding a cure to his T-virus that he was infected with. The items he recieved in the grocery were an herb known as the Silver Stonewood, which somehow, kept the virus from spreading to uncurable levels. "First I will have to test this on rats, which means I'm will have to go to the sewers to catch one." He sighed, before saying, "And I just got myself cleaned."
 
As Chris had made his way into the office, the cloaked woman climbed back onto the guttering when she spotted a female S.T.A.R.S officer looking in her direction, but continued climbing back through the broken window despite...

Back in the hallway, she listened carefully, as she heard footsteps around the office and the fax machine beep, followed by the rustling of paper between fingers...

As the footsteps drew closer to the door, she stood and waited in the door frame, when the door handle lowered as pressure was applied from the other side and the door swung open....

She was stood face to face, gazing directly into the eyes of Chris Redfield, in the corner of her eye she spotted the file under Chris'es arm. She instantly snapped her gaze back into his eyes and quickly moved to a lower crouching position and brought her leg upwards bringing her heel up attempting to catch him underneath the chin....
 
HUNK quietly made his way into the building in which he knew that the enigmatic Mr. A had set up for a headquarters. He stood at the door for a moment while contemplating his mission. My old employers...under a different moniker...with a different leader...but still my old employers. With the entire world at their fingertips, they still follow this dream. Heh...the more things change, the more they stay the same. HUNK lowered his head a bit, and strode towards the door with purpose. Two guards moved to stop him, but he quickly flashes an Tricell ID card. They stiffened and saluted. "Apologies sir, he's waiting for you." HUNK nodded and entered the building.

He found his way through the corridors with little trouble. In fact, he had previously memorized the schematics of the building, just in case anything went awry...as it so often did. HUNK remembered the last time he was in this town, and the hell he went through...but the mission was accomplished. That's all that mattered then, and that's all that matters now. He found the correct door and simply walked in. The man in charge here was a stickler for secrecy, but HUNK did not care.

So was he.

He stood behind Mr. A, watching as he released various bioweapons into the town again. HUNK did not relish having to slog through all this waste again to accomplish his objective...but this was why he had been brought in. The mission would be completed...no matter who he had to use to do it.

"I'm here." HUNK spoke simple, making his presence known to the other man in the room. He waited for a response...
 
The duo sped through the deserted, night road. Everything was quiet, bar the occasional drunk homeless swaying and cursing in the alleyways. They were not worth stopping, so they decided to press on when a series of howls could be heard further in the alleyway. Kumi slowed down, but did not stop as Hild peered out the window. Very shortly after she wind down her window, a blood curling scream emitted from where the howl was accompanied by low and brutal growls of dogs. Ah nuts...

Both women got out of the car and made a short dash into the dark alley. Following Kumi, both flashlights cuts swathes into the darkness. The noise had aruptly stopped. It was completely silent. What light that was offered by the street was far behind as both officers turned the corner. As they sweeped the murky surroundings with their torch, Kumi's light passed by a hand on the ground. Following up the arm, the officer was disgusted and shocked by the sight. The hobo's entrails were torn out and his face badly mauled. As she moved in to investigate, when a dog jumped at her. With no time for mercy, Kumi pistol whipped the animal in the head before laying three rounds from her Colt Govt. Both women walked towards the dead animal to check it out. The thing was mangy and rather twisted. A rabid dog? Weren't there more of them? Kumi asked, flashing the torch further down the alley. Seems like they ran. We'll radio in the closest patrolmen to take over. Rabid dogs shouldn't be too much for them. With a nod from Kumi, Hild radioed in the closest beat officers, which was around the corner. Sir, whats the matter? Got a man mauled by a rabid dog. We took one down, but there may still be some others. No problem sir. We'll take the scene. Satisfied that they had followed the proper procedures, Kumi and Hild got back into the car, not worried at all. After all, who can't handle a bunch of dogs?
 
Chris gasped as the blow struck him under the chin and the file slipped from under his arm. In one swift movement however, he threw his hand behind him, stopping him from falling and rolled sideways in case the assailant attacked once more. His hand immediately went for his handgun and within a moment was back on his feet, his gun aimed at the head of the person who knocked him over. "Who are you! And if you don't want a bullet in your head give me that file!" He awaited a reply from the person.

IOOC: Sorry it's short, you didn't exactly give me a lot to work with)
 
Meanwhile, in another part of the city....

Marcus was walking down the street, headed towards the sewer without anyone noticing. When he made it to the alleyway. He encountered no more than 4 rabid dogs. "Shoo dogs, before I have to get rough." Behind his back, Marcus pulled out his USP and a silencer, which he put on. When the dogs attacked, Marcus shot one of them with the silenced pistol. The other three lunged at them. Marcus grabbed one and snappedit's neck like a toothpick, the other one he grabbed it's jaws when it was about to bite it's neck, and ripped his mouth wide open. the 4th one managed to knock the man down and tried to bite Marcus's neck off, but managed to knock it off. The dog then ran off, defeated. "Racoon sure has a lot of rabid dog's lately." Marcus then entered the sewers to find some test subjects for the cure.
 
OOC: Spartan, your character looks like a monster right now right?

Sgt. Davey Smith and Officer Mike Moore glanced squeamishly at the mauled corpse and the now dead rabid dog. It wasn't pretty. The hobo was so badly messed up that it was more two arms and leg with half a face and a hollowed out body. Still, the scene needed to be processed. Internally, Smith cursed the two S.T.A.R.S officers. Another 10 minutes and their beat was up, but no, they had to now look after another scene. Hey, rookie, tape off the scene. ordered the senior officer as he turned and flicked open his phone. ...Hello darlin'. Going to be late tonight. No, i'm not going to drink...no... Moore stepped over the body and walked further into the alley, his torch swaying. Finding a suitable spot, he clipped the torch to his belt before beginning to wrap the tape around a pipe. A slight movement a bit further down caught Moore's attention and like a rookie, Moore took his flashlight and went in himself.

Uagh! Instantly, Smith spun around. Moore was nowhere in sight. The only sign of his partner was the spinning torch on the ground. Cursing the newbie mistake of his partner, Smith walked down. Taking into consideration of the rabid dogs, the Sgt took his baton out. A few dogs wouldn't require his gun. As Smith turned the corner where the torch is, Moore was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, a lone dog rounded the corner. Panicing, Smith clubbed the dog to death. Apon closer inspection, Smith saw a scrap of blue very similar to their police uniform. Smith slid his Colt out. Rounding the second corner, Smith came in contact with a dead Moore. Mauled by dogs, but a good deal more intact, Smith allowed his eyes to trail further up the path, coming in contact with a silhoute. You there! Freeze! Put your hands above your head! The torch didnt reach that far, so Smith was forced to walk closer. I warn you! I am a police officer of Raccoon City! I am armed, so do not move! The corpse of Moore had made Smith twitchy and scared. Here he was, in a back alley, way far from the light of the main street, with a suspicious person and rabid dogs. It did not bode well.



 
As she stood with the file in hand, with Chris'es gun pointed at her face the bird lady paused for a second, before quickly ducking and backflipping with extrodinary agility and speed, launching herself out of the window and onto the ground below...

She quickly made her escape using a nearby motorcycle, looking up at the window as she turned over the engine to ensure that she was not followed...speeding away from the police station and out of the city....

As the engine of the bike revved as she speed through the outlying wilderness of New Racoon City, eventually a large mansion came into view....exactly like the old spencer mansion...

Her distraction had been served for now, and all was going according to plan, now it was time to speak to MR A.....face to face.
 
Kumi swerved the car sideways before performing a sweet drift into the compound of the police station. The car halted exactly parallel with the main door. Hild jumped out and left Kumi to park the car. Personally, Hild would prefer to quickly ditch her gear and get back to her apartment. As she made her way through the carpark, she was glad that the rookie had parked her Mustang close to the door. Oddly though, the area was deserted. Even for night time, the station had decent amount of traffic. Now, it was even more deserted than a graveyard. It definintely made Hild feel uneasy, but shrugged it off before heading through the door and made her way upstairs to the S.T.A.R.S office. On the way, the emptiness of the station was beginning to become even odder as the reception area was empty. Rounding the bend in the stairs, the door to S.T.A.R.S, which should be closed was open. Instantly, Hild whipped out her pistol and took the stairs by three, before planting her back on the wall next to the door. One...two...THREE! On the third internal count, Hild picked open the door, dove into a kneeling position and levelled her gun at the man in the middle. Don't move!
 
OOC: I assume that you're referring to me Tipsy? If not then I'll edit my post later but you coulda given me some warning that you were going to meet me in the OOC Thread

Chris Redfield

IC: "The hell's goin' on in this town?" Chris murmured as the person drove away on a motorcycle after dropping two stories down. He holstered his gun and turned around as someone else began to shout at him.

"Don't move!" The person ordered, aiming a gun at him. Instinct kicked in, within a moment Chris had rolled to the side and took cover behind one of the desk, his handgun was re-drawn and ready to pop out and fire.

"Who the hell are you!" Chris shouted, he wondered where Sheva was and if she was alright.

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Sheva Alomar

Sheva groaned as she finally came back to consciousness, she was in what appeared the be the back of an open truck. She groaned slightly and finally managed to lean up, until she was struck firmly in the chest with the butt of a rifle. The breath was taken from her instantly and she gasped slightly. Her attacked was wearing a black hood and was wielding an AK-47. It appeared as though it was only him and the driver. All of her weapons were gone and she was tied up with rope.

"Sit down and shut up!" The man in the hood ordered, aiming the business end of the rifle at her chest. "I will kill you if you try anything!" He prove his point he jabbed the gun at her head and smacked her slightly. Well that's BS, she thought as she sat up and leaned against the back of the cabin, if they could kill me they would have done it already.

"Who are you and where are we going!" Sheva demanded, the man looked at her and said nothing.
 
OOC: didnt i? i think i did... i asked if me coming in would affect anything and Jill said its fine, so i came in.

Faster than she had expected, the man had drawn his weapon and dove behind a desk. He was good. Tch, shit. He has cover. "Who the hell are you!" This is S.T.A.R.S. officer Hild Vangelis! Come out with your hands up and unarmed, or i will fire. Regardless of his skills, Hild will still follow standard procedures, which is ask for a surrender before disarming or killing the guy inside. Just in case a firefight broke out, Hild's hand strayed to her belt, checking for how many clips were left. One... two... good enough. It wasn't exactly how she would want to face off ina gun fight with three clips, but Kumi was still outside and it seems as though noone is in the damn station. It was all up to her.
 
S.T.A.R.S? Chris thought, remember the fax he had read not five minutes ago, it this kid's a S.T.A.R.S then it might mean she's infected, meaning she might be under control... Chris had to figure out a way of getting out of here, if the woman is S.T.A.R.S then she must be a good shot. "Heh, I used to be S.T.A.R.S y'know?" Chris said to the woman, hoping she'd be surprised by the statement enough for him to escape. "I was part of the Mansion Incident, name's Chris Redfield."

He kept his gun, safely where it remained and leant against the cover he was using so he could feel the metal of the shotgun on his back touch his skin. If this women was under control, then it meant that he'd have to fight his way out of here. He didn't want to do it, but itf she's infected, she could easily infect others.
 
Two loud steps, almost deafening. A disgusting smell covered the corridor and then, some weird gasping started, quiet yet beast-like. And then a crack of the floor. A huge explosion and the wall was gone, destroyed. Pieces of stone flew to everywhere. It had came trough the wall. There he was, right between Chris and STARS member. Dust filled the room almost instantly. But in the middle of this mess was a huge, almost gigantic beast. His eyes were dark red and his skin was blue. And something huge was in his hand, a rocket launcher it seemed. And then the legendary voice.

'' S-T-A-R-S!'' At abnormal speed for that huge mass it had turned his face towards Chris Redfield and released a powerful shot. The rocket flew out of the pipe and hit the floor of this narrow corridor. A huge and devastating explosion. But he was standing still, a floor below. The part of second floor was gone. He burst the trash away and pushed his ugly hand trough the head of a random citizen in the office. Brains, slime and blood spilled out instantly. And then he raised his gaze, to find his enemy, Chris Redfield!

OOC: Surprise :D
 
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OOC: Jill told me this was happening on MSN aaaages ago, in fact, I helped him plan it so :P

"The hell!" Chris shouted as he rolled sideways to avoid the rocket. The explosion however sent him flying into a wall on the opposite side of the room and he fell to the floor, badly hurt. Through the hole now in the floor, Chris watched the beast kill a man. "What is that thing!" The beast then looked at Chris. Before he could do anything, Chris looked at the S.T.A.R.S Operative and shouted "Get outta here!"
 
The officer drew his gun towards the monster. Though Marcus was capable of dispatching the man with little effort, he rather would avoid killing an innocent. Instead, he kicked the pothole cover up so he can catch with his hand. Then through it at the officers feet. This would distract him long enough for Marcus to jump in and head into the sewers.
 
"Heh, I used to be S.T.A.R.S y'know?" Hild was not too sure if she could trust this man. But then again, he was in the office, so it might not be so farfetched. Just as Hild stepped into the door frame a single blast from the rocket sent Hild into the wall behind. Pain shot through her back, but it subsided very quickly. As the dust cleared, Jild could see the assailant clearly. It was hideous. A large humanoid monster armed with a rocket launcher.As she grunted and heaved herself to her feet, Hild spotted that it was going for the man. As much as she wanted to run, her police instinct took over. The man was injured with what seemed like some freak from a video game bearing down on him. The least she could do was distract that damn thing. She was on the upper floor after all.
 
Nemesis released a roar like no other beast was able to do. It was loud and filled with rage, yet it had a tone of humanity in it. And then he aimed his rocket launcher at the ceiling above Chris. His gaze was calm but had a slight amount of blood lust in it. After all he was a half zombie. And then he shot. The missile flew trough the narrow hole, burning the air on it's way, and moved straightly towards the ceiling. Explosion and once again dust filled the room. Moments later, the corridor above was filled with remaining of third floor. Pieces of furniture and destroyed stone.
 
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