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[Killerclown]

SS Harold
Off the coast of ʻO ke kaikaina iki
Pacific Ocean
The large cruiser was filled with the sounds of murmuring men and women and the sounds of rushing footsteps. It was busier then usual on the craft today, and for good reason. The SS Harold, as the ship was called, was approaching the island of ʻO ke kaikaina iki , or Little Brother in Hawaiian, a site of a possible bioterroism attack. 47 hours ago contact was lost with the sole settlement on the island, the tourist hotspot known as Chester. The Nation Guard of course was the first to respond and sent in a platoon to investigate the town. They lost contact within an hour of them landing on the island, but not before the platoon managed to get out one last message warning their superiors that something on the island has turned the inhabitants into bloodthirsty, rabid monsters. Once this message reached the Feds, they immediately ordered a quarantine of the island and contacted your agency, the BSAA.

Your are currently on the SS Harold in the sleeping quarters. You are a BSAA special agent who was "lucky" enough to be chosen to go on this mission. Normally, a visit to Hawaii would be something you would look forward to, but not under these circumstances. Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door and a sailor enters. He looks at you and says to you in a deep, raspy voice," The Najor is reasy for ya, meet him on the helipad."

 

[BloodThunder27]

Jessica L. Cage
BSAA Special Operations Agent
SS Harold, Pacific Ocean
X-X-2010

With only a year having passed since her mission in Kijuju, BSAA Operative Jessica Cage soon finds herself returning to duty for another mission after spending three months to de-stress and recover from such a stress-inducing mission, having been very shaken up by what she saw, from combating the majini to seeing the devastating effects of Las Plagas. It is quite a wonder how she was still within the BSAA. Even if many of her missions were stressful and terrifying, Jessica believed that her late cousin, Ryan, would want her to continue. If he were alive today, he'd probably be in the BSAA as well. Sitting on the bed, traversing through her thoughts, from her days as an Extreme Sports Prodigy, to her time in the BSAA. She also gave her cousin's Samurai Edge a nice, long look, thinking about how he had given his life to save hers during the Raccoon City Incident back in 1998. As she heard a knock on the door, she looked away from the Handgun and turned her attention towards the door. "Come in."

"Agent Cage?"

"Is there something you need, sir?" Jessica asked, her expression cold and blank.

"Yes, Captain Redfield is ready to debrief. Please meet him on the Helipad as soon as possible."

Jessica only nodded before holstering her sidearms and grabbing her Assault Rifle and slinging it over her back. She sighed before putting her gloves on, stretching her arms, straightening out her shirt, pants and boots. Jessica ended up opting out of wearing a full-tactical vest, feeling like it would slow her down and hinder her agility. Soon, she ascended to the Helipad, where she saw Redfield waiting for her.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Ryker Jensen BSAA Spec Ops, SS Harold, Pacific Ocean.

Ryker was in his barrack, doing his daily workout routine. It has been 7 months since his last mission, it was dubbed Operation Cancer, after the zodiac sign and after the BOWs unique ability to rapidly multiply, Ryker was assigned to team Beta and subsequently his team was the one to make it out alive and well, although some of the rooks got canned for psychological trauma. The operation was a mess, team Alpha got shredded with no survivors and team Gamma's only survivors were a rookie with too much ADHD to pay attention to the clawed beast running at him and a Spec Ops that's too arrogant for anybody's taste buds, how those two survived baffled Ryker but it was none of his business. While Ryker was doing his set of squats, he heard a knock on his door and the sailor entered, delivering a message. "Wilco, sir." was Ryker's only reply, the sailor left. Ryker began dressing in his iconic jet black tactical combat outfit. He put on his goggles last like he always does. He loaded his IWI Trevor x95 and slung it over his shoulder, loading and holstering his C75b, also of course he grabbed his trusty Eickhorn-SG-2000 knife, Ryker sheathed it in a pocket on his chest.

He moved out of his barracks and reached the helipad where there was another operative waiting.
(Author's note: Weapons not depicted in the image)

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

It had been three months since Michael had gone on his first mission. Operation: Caduceus. A T-Virus outbreak had broken out in a lab researching a vaccine, and an accident caused it to get out. His team was sent in to locate any survivors, as well as any research data the lab had. They were expecting a typical outbreak scenario, but it was far, far worse. Like many labs researchingthe virus, several of the scientists were also working on improving the virus in secret. One of them was a prototype airborne strain of the virus, which spread into the vents, and infected the entire facility. One by one, Michael's team fell, either by the infected, or by becoming infected themselves from the air. Soon enough, Michael was the last one left, snowing minor signs of infection. He eventually activated the cleansing protocol, as well as grabbing the data, being administered the Daylight Serum to keep the infection from getting worse. Turns out that his father had secretly used Michael to test antibodies for the T-Virus, which had been in the boy's bloodstream for years. While they slowed the infection dramatically, it didn't stop it. A small amount of the virus wouldn't turn him, but large amounts of it over a period of time would.

He sat in his bunk, reading the most recent scientific journal on the vaccine. It still wasn't quite there yet, but it was getting there. He perked up when the smaller came in, the rookie nodding as he got ready. He donned his Kevlar vest, strapping everything on as well as his knee pads. He put his BSAA cap on, as it was going to be quite sunny, and he didn't want the sun in his eyes while a zombie was trying to bite his throat out. He placed his USP, putting the 9mm on safety as he holstered it, and did the same for his MP9. Finally, he grabbed his medical bag, consisting of QuickClot, painkillers of various kinds, bandages, disinfectant, and the usual affair. But the two most important things in it was a small bowl of sorts, and eight doses od the Daylight Serum. The bowl was used to crush herbs, as Michael had been taught how to use herbs to heal wounds. While he did prefer more modern kinds of medicine, he couldn't deny that the herbs commonly used by BSAA agents were quite effective.

He finally arrived at the helipad, saluting the Major as he said, "Private First Class Michael Whitton, reporting for duty Sir!" He then relaxed a bit, saying, "You know, I always wanted to go to Hawai'i. The sun, the beaches, the nice girls, but...you know, not like this." He chuckled, trying to brighten the situation up. That's what had gotten him through Operation: Caduceus in the first place: staying positive, and trying not to have a mental breakdown. That's the last thing he needed. He leaned against the chopper, his handgun holstered, and his machine pistol slung on his shoulder. All they were waiting for was the last member of the team.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Tealand was in the chemical labs looking through his old notes that he took on the new antibodies devoloped by the BSAA's medicinal division. He's been working in this division since the last 4 months of him being at the headquarters. His last mission was Operation: Sky Breaker, A covert ops mission to investigate a supposed outbreak in Torento, Ohio. What was odd was at first glance that the city sure did look abandoned. Decrepit even. As if it's been abandoned for years. They onlysent him and another agent to investigate the cause, only to find out that it was indeed infested with undead from a new breed of mutation. They were far two overrun and needed immediate evac. Unfortunately, the agent he was with didn't make as complications came up with the evac copter trying to find a stable landing zone. Sure enough though, a 'clean up' crew was sent to Toronto and that didn't go so well neither. Those things were on a new level of vicious. Today, he and few others are to aid two of the BSAA's top agents on a outbreak mission. Tealand was already to go, just wanted to look over the new vaccines they were developing to get him thinking on the way to their destination. He closes the binder and exits the chemical labs

After a few minutes, he makes it to the helipad and salutes to the Major who's waiting for him "Private First Class Tealand Green reporting for duty, sir!" He proceeds on to the helicopter and takes whatever free seat is left "My apologies if I was taking up too much of everyone's time. I had to check up on a few things."

 

[Killerclown]

There were three people waiting for you at the heliport. One of them was Major Carlton Howards, a tall, stocky, African American man with a stern look on his face. He was heavily scarred due to his years in the military before he joined BSAA. The other two people needed no introduction. They were Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine, two of the most decorated agents in the agency. Major Edwards cleared his voice and said to the now assembled group in his signature booming voice," Alright ladies, listen up! You will be accompanying Redfield and Valentine to the island of ʻO ke kaikaina iki, or Little Brother. The island is under quarantine due to a new, unknown virus that has spread throughout the island. Due to the sudden nature of this outbreak, we are treating this as a case of bioterrorism. Your assignment is to not only help contain the outbreak, but to investigate the source of the outbreak and neutralize it before it can spread outside the island. You are also to aid any survivors you encounter one the island. One more thing, you are to wear these," Carlton then grabs what appears to be a gas mask off a table and shows it to the group. " We suspect that the virus may be airborn, so keep these on at all costs." He then looks at the group and says," Any questions before I hand you to Red and Valentine?"
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[Worthlessplebian]

Ryker Jensen BSAA Spec Ops, SS Harold, Pacific Ocean.
"Question, sir! Self-defense option against hostile civies, non-lethal or lethal?" Ryker questioned as he fitted on the new gasmask, he tightened his gloves as he began to wonder what type of mess this would be. He didn't know the other operatives, he knew who Chris and Jill were but not the others, so he'll have to trust them after he sees them in action, hopefully this won't be another... well, sh*tshow basically, he didn't want to lose another squad to some BoWs, so he vowed internally to pull his fellow soldiers out of this op alive, that is... if they didn't endanger the mission. The BSAA truly taught Ryker well, he couldn't lie, they made him the perfect weapon.

 

[Killerclown]

" Depends on the situation Ryker," The Major says while starting at the newly maksed agent. " If you encounter any unarmed or underarmed looters while on the island, which is very unlikely, I would recommend detainment. In most other situations, I will leave it up to Redfield or Valentine to determine."
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[BloodThunder27]

Jessica L. Cage
BSAA Special Operations Agent
USS Herald, Pacific Ocean
X-X-2010

Jessica stared at the gas mask with discomfort. Sure, she understood its necessity, but they were uncomfortable and she found it difficult to both breathe and communicate with the rest of the team. If the virus was indeed airborne, then wouldn't the entire area be affected and everyone in proximity be infected? At that point, it may as well be an extermination mission rather then Search and Rescue. She looked over at Chris and Jill, remembering that she had been trained by them both back in the earlier days...and that she had assisted Chris in Kijuju, granted her work was mostly behind the scenes and help cleaning up, while he dealt with Wesker and rescued Jill in addition to deterring Oroboros and Las Plagas.

Reluctantly, she put on her gas mask after tying her hair into a ponytail so that it wouldn't get snagged while she attempted to put it on. Slipping her gloves on, she clicked the rifle on her safety off, along with both handguns. Despite knowing it would slow her down a little, Jessica ended up strapping on her Tactical Ballistics Vest practically on the spot, which she almost never used. Sadly, in a mission like this, god knew she needed it. "No questions here, sir. Objectives are clear."

Not exactly giving any of her teammates a second look, she was treating it as just another mission. Sure, she didn't know anyone here, but like Chris, no one was going to be left behind.
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[Worthlessplebian]

Ryker Jensen BSAA Spec Ops, SS Harold, Pacific Ocean.
"Affirmative, sir." Ryker wondered though... if air transmission was its primary path of infection, where would the civilians be? A question to be answered when it was necessary, he pushed the safeties off on his weapons and they all made a satisfying clicking noise. He looked at the water, gently flowing up and down, up and down... It eased Ryker's mind, he felt at peace, a fleeting feeling but a feeling he cherished every second of every day, he wondered something... he is still relatively young in his career but he was curious in what he was gonna take up when BSAA's perfect soldier couldn't keep up with the job, he brushed those thoughts aside as he smirked behind the gas mask.

He looked at his new teammates once again and took in their appearances... He should remember their features if they should ever split up and hopefully not if they die and need to be ID. Killerclown

 

[Killerclown]

The Major looked on as the agents put on their gas-masks. He then turned to Redfield and whispered to him," Are you sure these agents are the ones you want? From what little info we got about the Outbreak, this is dangerous, even for agents with their experience." Redfield looked at the Major and said with a scoff," Come on Major, when haven't I been sure before?" The Major nodded and was about to say something when an other BSAA employee ran up to him and handed him a piece of paper. He read it over for a bit and then clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. He then said," Alright ,listen up. We just got the latest intelligence reports from the island, courtesy of the U.S Navy and one of our own scouting copters. The infected seemed mostly concentrated in the town of Chester. The copter also picked a few signs of survivors within the town. Mostly in the form of SOS signs on the roofs. Which means that the virus might not be as airborne as we thought. But, we still encourage you to wear the gas masks in case our intelligence is wrong. Intelligence suggests that the safest place on the island to land for now is the roof Little Lily Resort, one of the highest points of the entire island. We are deploying now, any remaining question you may have you bring up with Redfield or Valentine, now move!"

Chris Redfield nods at the Major and looks at the gathered group of Agents and says to them," Alright, you heard the man. Remember, keep the gas masks on." Chris and Jill then proceeded to put on their own gas masks and climb on-board the waiting helicopter.

 

[Kameron Esters-]

Tealand nods at the orders given to them. He takes his gas mask off from the side of his belt an works to latch it on to his face. As he does so, he wonders if there'll be any new mutations to be encountered on the island. Even though he's seen some real freaky mutations and overall views them as abominations to science itself, he can't but ponder how geneology has come this far to make... Monsters that are beyond human. Beyond normal. He was a mad scientist or anything like that but it still tickled his fancy. He'd ask the Major himself but maybe it was best he saw if he saw the Outbreak for himself. He didn't know why but he prefered to be suprised...Even if these surprises could kill him.

 

[Rusty of Shackleford]

Michael gladly put his gas mask on. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but he'd rather be that than get infected. Operation: Caduceus had taught him that. Even if this was a T-Virus strain, and he had more immunity than most, it didn't mean he was just gonna saunter in without a mask. He looked to Redfield, saying, "So, you're the legendary Chris Redfield, huh? It's an honor, Sir. I used to live in Raccoon City before...well, you know. This whole mess started." Michael followed his superiors, taking a seat on the chopper. He looked out at the ocean, thinking that it would be a lot more pleasant if he wasn't about to walk into hell itself. Or hell adjacent, he guessed.
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[BloodThunder27]

Jessica L. Cage
BSAA Special Operations Agent
USS Herald, Pacific Ocean
X-X-2010

Quietly, Jessica boarded the Helicopter quietly. She ended up taking the seat in between Chris and Jill, knowing the both of them personally and having done a couple of missions with both operatives, from the Queen Zenobia Incident all the way through the Kijuju Incident. She gave her rifle one last check before the Helicopter went airborne. Compared to her other teammates, Jessica didn't really talk, keeping quiet and wanting to fully focus on the mission at hand and to complete it as soon as possible. Hopefully with the death of the notorious Albert Wesker, there would be less bioterrorism. It was good to see Chris and Jill again to say the least. Throughout the entire helicopter ride to ʻO ke kaikaina iki, Jessica just kept a secure grip on her Rifle and strapped the Samurai Edge in the holster on her vest to keep it from falling out.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Ryker Jensen BSAA Spec Ops, SS Harold, Pacific Ocean.
Ryker boarded the helicopter and sat opposite to Jessica. He kept fidgetting with his weapons, giving them a checkup before combat, it was his favorite ritual. ʻO ke kaikaina iki was it? Ryker thought, he never liked the heat, he much preferred the cold rather than the heat but he is an operative and he couldn't turn down this mission. Ryker was puzzled about Chris and Jill though, what were they doing here? Surely they had better things to do than this small operation but nevertheless it was great having dependable people on the job.

 

[Killerclown]

As the helicopter approached the island the first thing you notice is smoke, a lot of it. Chris took a peek out of the helicopter's entrance and said," It looks like the outbreak has already taken it's toll on Chester." If you were to take a closer look, you would find that you would agree with Captain Redfield. The town looked like a disaster area with crashed or overturned cars, random buildings on fire, destroyed fire hydrants and, worse of all, dead bodies scattered all over the streets. Once in a while, you would catch a glimpse of people in the midst of all of this carnage. But, their movements seemed wrong and inhuman, as if they were in a perpetual daze. You immediately assumed that these people were the Infected.

" We are approaching the Little Lilly Resort people, look sharp!"
You were suddenly pulled out of your "sight-seeing" by the pilot of the helicopter, who directed you towards a huge, red, twenty story building, obviously the famous Little Lily Resort. As the pilot landed on the roof, Christ and Jill immediately hopped off the helicopter and immediately went towards the roof access door, only stopping briefly for a brief second for Chris to beacon you forward. After a bit, Chris kicked the door open and started to go down the stairs. Once you reached the bottom, you stop at the first door you approach and pause. You suddenly hear the sound of heavy breathing and coughing from the other end. Jill immediately opened the door, revealing a nice, luxurious looking hallway with a red carpet and red painted wall. In the middle of it was a man who looked like he was in his 40s with brown, messy hair, a scrawny frame, and what looked like to be a dress jacket, obviously a business man. Jill immediately started to approach the man.
" Sir... Are you alright? Don't worry, we are from the BSAA. We have been sent to help you."

The business man lets out a snarl and turns around to face you; what you see makes you sick to your stomach. The man's face and clothing is completely covered in blood. His facial skin was starting to develop what looked like boils and every 3rd growl or snarl was interrupted by a hacking cough, which caused the man to cough up more blood. The man immediately charged at Jill with a horrific shriek, only to be shot through the chest, killing him instantly. Before you can gets your bearings, you hear four more shrieks. From the other end of the hallways you can see four figures charging at you, three of them are obviously resort staff wearing blazers with name tags on them. The fourth one is a tall man with a mustache wearing blue jeans and a orange t-shirt. Christ immediately pulls out his pistol and says to you," Get ready, here they come!"
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[BloodThunder27]

Jessica L. Cage
BSAA Special Operations Agent
Chester, Hawaii
X-X-2010

Jessica remained silent throughout the entire flight, still clearing her mind for the mission at hand. Flying overhead, it would seem that the National Guard were struggling with holding the containment perimeter. Hopefully soon other BSAA Units would come in to assist as the National Guard had little to no experience on how to deal with Bioterrorism which has seen a spike since the incident in Raccoon City. This mission was going to get really ugly, really fast from what she was seeing. Taking the Helicopter was the way to go. Going in by boat would be just pure suicide and she was no use to the BSAA dead. The scenes of carnage made Jessica reasonably uncomfortable. Even seeing the worst of what Bioterrism has to offer, will never change how she reacts to each mission, especially in the beginning. Seeing the chaos, death, innocent people slaughtered by BOWs. From the the Queen Zenobia to Kijuju...none of it could prepare her for what she was about to deal with in Chester. This one was a bit difficult, as it was the first time she'd be dealing with a Bioterrorist Attack on Domestic Soil. As the team landed on the resort, Jessica double checked her Assault Rifle before she chambered a round, wanting to fire at a moment's notice. She didn't expect it to be long until this mission went from Search And Rescue to Extermination. She really didn't expect there to be very many survivors, not with what the team was greeted by when they were flying into the city.

The interior of the resort was mainly untouched. Hopefully they could exterminate the virus and allow it to be used once more. Jessica didn't want to see another Terragregia like what she saw on the news back in 2004, shortly before her forced enlistment into the BSAA. When they entered the lobby, the team would encounter what seemed to be a survivor...but unfortunately it was an infected. The look of him left a horrible feeling in the pit of Jessica's stomach. The infected man then charged at Jill, who shot him in the chest and killed them instantly. Sadly, the shrieks that he had given out attracted other infected to their location. So much for stealth, she thought. Without another word, Jessica raised her Rifle. She then clicked the Rifle to Semi-Automatic in order to conserve ammunition. She would then proceed to fire the first shot, taking down one of the three infected Hotel Staff Members.
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[Worthlessplebian]

Ryker Jensen BSAA Spec Ops, SS Chester,Hawaii.
Ryker was looking outside the helicopter when he saw the carnage, the dead bodies animated by a virus, sickening was the thought that roamed around Ryker's mind. The national guard really screwed the pooch on this one, BSAA should invest in educational courses for the non-BSAA government bodies, Ryker said to himself as he scratched the top of his helmet as he climbed down from the helicopter, he was just behind Jessica, Chris and Jill as they entered through the roof access. He noted the distinct lack of damage around the interior, I guess the infected or survivors haven't reached this floor. Ryker suddenly thought of Operation: Cancer and was about to ask a question when they reached the first door and the coughing unnerved him slightly, no matter how much the BSAA trained Ryker, he could never get over the BOWs coughing, it reminded him of his father and he loathed that memory. As he entered the hallway, filled with a breathe-taking shade of red, he noted the man and had his IWI rifle pointed at him, when he turned and showed infection, it made Ryker sick but training kept his lunch down. It was unfortunate that the BOW couldn't be taken down before he could shriek but it happened and there was nothing that could be done now.

Ryker uttered "Nice shot" at Jessica as she took down one of the former Hotel staff members. He pulled out his CZ75b pistol and doubled tapped one of the BOWs, only one remained, he hung his IWI rifle over his neck and clutched his pistol with both hands.
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