Resident Evil Turning Points Chapter 1: The Mansion Incident
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				Title: <strong>Resident Evil Turning Points Chapter 1: The Mansion Incident</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 00:16:08</strong>
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				<br>Arthur could easily hear the dull THUP THUP THUP of the chopper’s blades, despite the headset, which was meant to block out the noise. was wearing. In his mind he couldn’t help but imagine that it was more than just the sound of their transport. But that it was in fact time ticking past, running out as the time in which they had to save the members of Alpha and Charlie team disappeared into nothingness. <em>Not now… Not now and not here</em> Arthur thought to himself as he forced his mind to focus on the immediate situation rather than the things he couldn’t control.<br>&nbsp;<br>With his thoughts a bit more under his own control Arthur took stock of the situation… Charlie team was assembled in their helicopter, which itself was flying over the Arklay forests in search of any signs of either the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo or S.T.A.R.S. Alpha teams. Both of which had gone missing after being assigned missions in the very same forest. &nbsp;Above all else Arthur was determined that his team would not suffer the same fate. Their mission was to locate both Alpha and Bravo teams and aid them in securing the situation. Or should the situation be out of control they were expected to provide a safe point of evac for the teams.<br>&nbsp;<br>They were flying in the general direction of a large estate that Alpha team’s last contact had mentioned. Arthur felt that it would be a good place to start, at the very least they would have a large landmark to center themselves on and at best they might find both teams already secure on the estate. “There it is” he said into his headset’s speaker.<br><br>“I see it” was the response he received from the helicopter’s pilot “<br>&nbsp;<br>“Bring us down as close to the front door as you can” Arthur ordered “and then hold position on the ground, I want to remain in the field as long as possible and that means not wasting fuel waiting for us.”<br>&nbsp;<br>“Got it” replied the pilot, the helicopter already angling towards the large mansion in the distance.<br>&nbsp;<br><hr>&nbsp;<br>“Alright, everyone recheck your gear we’re getting ready to set down”&nbsp; Kevin had no trouble hearing Arthur’s voice over the headset and he nodded his head in acknowledgment of the man’s orders “ I want this to go smooth and quick. Once we touch down……” as Arthur’ voice trailed off mid-order Kevin craned his head to look out the helicopter’s window. Eager to see what would cause the captain to lose his train of thought. It took him a second to notice it but as the helicopter moved closer and closer to the mansion he was able to see it much more easily. The door to the mansion, there really wasn’t any other word for a house that big, was standing open. Which would have been odd even by itself. But what was worse was the large red stain spread across the door at about the height of a man’s chest. “Fuck me” Kevin whispered as he quickly began to recheck both of his weapons. His hands moving more on auto pilot than by any conscious commands.<br>&nbsp;<br>A few seconds later Arthur’s voice returned in his ear via the headset. “Alright, we’ve got a possible hostile situation down there” he said as the distance between the helicopter and the mansion shrunk and shrunk with every passing second.&nbsp; “I want Kevin on point, we’re going to breach the doorway and get into the building as fast as possible. Watch for possible fire from the tree line.” Arthur’s voice said.<br>&nbsp;<br>Scant seconds later the helicopter had touched down on the ground “GO!” Arthur’s voice came from the headset just as Kevin was yanking the headset from&nbsp; his ears.&nbsp; He quickly dismounted the helicopter, his M4 In his hands, and sprinted for the mansion’s door which was only a few yards from their landing place.<br>&nbsp;<br>He was through the door in under a minute his eyes scanning up and down the room, taking in the lavishly decorated interior of the large main room, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and giving off a gloomy light, the shined tile floor, and most importantly the body of Joseph Frost laying in a pool of blood in the center of the room. “Shit!” Kevin said as he rushed towards Joseph.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Resident Evil Turning Points Chapter 1: The Mansion Incident</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 00:50:02</strong>
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				Rhianna (http://groovekorea.com/sites/default/files/field/image/article-main/lfg-rihanna-battleship-movie-poster.jpg) sat calmly in the helicopter, her rifle already on her back and her 9mm handgun fully checked and preped in its holster on her hip from back before they even left the base. Her bare arms, tattooed with all sorts of military themed figures, were crossed on her chest, and her sharp eyes looked straight ahead, out of the window. By all measures, she looked like a fully ready, no nonsense soldier, especially with that military cap she wore from her days back in the Army.<br><br>When her commanding officer spoke in her ear, she didn't flinch, didn't make a movement. The girl seemed like the model of calmness and self composure. In fact the only moment she did show any emotion before the helicopter touched down was when she heard the quiet curse coming from Kevin's mouth as the mansion's door came into view. Rihanna shook her head slightly. She never understood soldiers who displayed an abundant amount of emotions, or let their feelings guide their actions. To her, keeping a cool head and following protocols was most important in a situation like this.<br><br>So when Arthur called for the team to rush in, she removed her headset and jumped down to the ground in one agile motion, running right behind Kevin and grabbing the rifle from her back, holding it ready for action. As they got in, she also noticed the dead man on the floor, but again she reacted in a very different way. Instead of cursing and rushing out towards the man, she instinctively started scanning the room for possible hostiles, her rifle ready, walking slowly and carefully near the entrance door providing cover for Kevin and the rest of the team. This whole situation seemed very unusual, and it was clear something had gone terribly wrong, which only made her senses more alert and ready for anything.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 00:55:47</strong>
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				Kevin and Rhianna might have been the first ones through the door, but Aleksey trailed right behind her, <em>Matilda</em> [the name of his beloved primary weapon], held in his hands firmly but not tightly. As soon as he had entered, Rhianna was already moving just as he had planned to; looking for hostiles. <br><br>The space was wide and open though, so while she was able to cover one half of the large room, Aleksey focused on the other area. Much like her, he was very detached, unlike Kevin, seemingly showing no care for the corpse. In truth, he did worry about the downed man, felt the loss acutely; but their would be no emotional outbursts now. That sort of thing would just lead to more people winding up KIA.<br><br><br>"No hostiles so far." He would say, cool, calm, almost entirely detached from the situation; just the lightest sprinkling of dread in his voice, something which only the more perceptive members of their group should be capable of noticing.<br><br>He maintains his watch, eyes constantly sweeping, roaming, and roving, keeping an eye out for movement of any sort. 
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				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 01:52:46</strong>
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				Angel laid back in the helicopter seat, her eyes closed as she sat, seeming rather relaxed. True, this mission was anything but routine. Cannibal murders, and Bravo Team going missing... But, she reminded herself, S.T.A.R.S. didn't do routine. If it was routine, the regular R.P.D. would be handling it. She'd diffused bombs with seconds left on the timer, she couldn't let this rattle her. Even if it did get to her, though, she wouldn't show the team. She just laid back calmly and listened to Arthur.<br><br>If anyone thought she was sleeping, they were proven wrong as she sprang into action when they touched down. Her gear was ready, and she was on the move. For the run in, she kept her pistol drawn rather than her shotgun. She figured if they were going to get attacked in that open field, it'd be at a distance well past the effective range of her shotgun. Once the were inside, she quickly scanned the area, before switching up, back to her shotgun now that they were indoors.<br><br>She registered the body on the floor, but tried to conceal her response. She couldn't keep the pained look from appearing at all, though, but she shook it off. She didn't have any particular relationship with Joseph, but she did know the guy, like she knew most of S.T.A.R.S. A cop going down in the line of duty was tragic, especially when it was S.T.A.R.S. They were her family.<br><br>Her eyes continued to sweep around the area, as she awaited further orders from Arthur, her shotgun at the ready should the bastard responsible for this show their face...
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 15:18:43</strong>
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				Sondra listened to Arthur intently has he gave his orders and Kevin his opinions. As mouthy as she normally is on missions and in the station alike, the time spent in transit is often when the young woman tries to 'zen out' and figure out just what she felt about everything going on around her. This particular mission, a rescue mission, wasn't one that she was used to. Hostage situations, full-scale robberies, all of that would have been much preferred to rescuing a pair of S.T.A.R.S. teams lost in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.<br><br>As the plan touched down, Sondra ripped herself away from anything keeping her in the helicopter. As the others rushed in, she took the time to secure her set of goggles to the top of her head, which were strapped to her side since the headset wouldn't allow her to do so before. All while walking a steady pace, she took her Beretta from her thigh holster, holding it in both hands as she stepped up to the rest of the squad near Joseph Frost.<br><br>She looked at the body from about a foot or two away, trying to see if there was anything distinguishable that would tell her just how Joseph came to be like that. It was hardly her expertise, but perhaps there was something alarmingly obvious that Sondra could have picked up on. Otherwise, she turned her attention to the foyer, scanning for doorways and possible positions for cover.
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				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 19:35:27</strong>
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				Kevin was the first member of the team to reach Joseph and quickly took a knee beside him, his hand moving to Joseph’s throat in order to check for a pulse. He’d known Joseph quite well, they had often gone out for drinks at J’s bar when they were off duty, and Kevin would have definitely counted the man as a friend. These thoughts were quickly sidelined as an infinitely more important one filled Kevin’s mind.&nbsp; “Pulse” He said firmly “I’ve got a pulse! It’s weak but it’s there!”<br><br><hr><br>&nbsp;To call Joseph’s body a mess would have been an understatement. He had several deep gases torn into his chest by what appeared to be claws, a large chunk of meat was missing from his right shoulder, as well as several smaller missing pieces from both his legs. It looked like some kind of wild animal had decided to have its way with the poor man. “Pilot” Arthur said into his radio “Set down and bring in the stretcher. I’ve got a man down and in what appears to be critical condition.”&nbsp; <br><br>The pilot they’d been assigned&nbsp; was also meant to serve as the team’s medic, exactly why someone had thought that two such vital combat roles would be best served by the same person escaped Arthur, but that was the way things had been assigned to his team.<br><br><hr><br>“I’m on the way”&nbsp; the pilot responded as he brought the chopper in and began to land in the same clearing in front of the mansion that he’d used to drop off the S.T.A.R.S. team.&nbsp; As soon as the craft was on the ground he was unstrapping himself from his seat and moving into the passenger cabin to fetch the stretcher and the first aid kit. He really, REALLY didn’t like this assignment…. This place was giving him the creeps and the sooner he got into the mansion, grabbed the down S.T.A.R.S. member and got back into the air the better off he’d feel.<br>As these thoughts passed through his head he slid the helicopter’s side door open, grabbed the first aid kit in one hand, the stretcher in the other arm, stepped out onto the ground, and found himself looking right into the faces of at least half a dozen wild dogs. He didn’t even have time to utter the curse that popped into his mind, in this case ‘shit’, before the dogs were on him…<br><br><hr><br>Each team member’s radio came alive with the voice of the pilot “Aaaahhhh! No…no….nnnnoooo aaaagggg. Help!! Help me!!” The man’s voice was coming across the radio in screams of pain, and under it the sounds of growling and snapping could be heard.&nbsp; <br><br>“MOVE!” Arthur shouted as he sprinted back towards the now closed door to outside mansion” Even as he did a thought passed through his mind <em>Who closed the door?</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 19:47:10</strong>
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				"<em>Suuka!</em>" He cursed, in Russian, a habit of his he picked up from his mother.&nbsp; That was his response to the sudden screams over the radio, which he quickly moved to temporarily silence, for the sake of sanity. "Fucking wild dogs." He muttered to himself, before regaining his calm.<br><br>He looked around to each team member, then around them.&nbsp; "If we can get up to a higher vantage point, we might be able to shoot the mutts. Going out there is just going to get us killed..." His eyes focus in on Arthur, and he hoped, seriously hoped, the man was not planning to open the door. <br><br>"Hey, comrade," He starts off, something he occasionally called his other team members, light-heartedly. "Think before you open that door, eh? If they get in here, their will be a lot more deaths. We already lost the pilot, we'll lose Joseph if we can't improvise a means to stabilize him... and we need to figure out how to get in touch with HQ, so they know what's going on." By this point, the calm he is known for has returned. Aleksey was good at being like the eye of a storm. <br><br>He thought their might be other things to worry about and do, too, but for now, that's what was on his mind.&nbsp; He was also wary of these man-eating dogs. When was the last time he heard of anything in the canine family ripping a person to shreds? Something felt off, but he couldn't quite place it yet. <br><br>Oh, right. After a while, he would put his radio back on, hoping to god their was nothing too disturbing on it. He did not feel like listening to dogs eating a person. 
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				Post by: <strong>elfguy</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 21:40:22</strong>
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				Rhianna walked around the room slowly, her eyes scanning the walls, doors and windows, watching for any potential threat. Her rifle was in her hands, ready for anything. The soldier girl didn't really pay much attention to the dieing man Arthur and Kevin were looking over. Not that she didn't care whether he would live, but she couldn't afford to get distracted. Her job was to keep the area secure, and she would be useless at any kind of medical duty anyways.<br><br>So when she heard yet more curses and loud expression, she grimaced slightly, unhappy to hear such unprofessionalism. But her thought were quickly disrupted by the radio call which quickly ended with a call for help, a horrifying scream coming from the pilot. Quickly, Rhianna started to head for the door, but seeing several of their team members had already rushed to it, she paused, deciding instead to cover the back.<br><br>However, the topic of discussion quickly shifted to the closed door, and she couldn't believe one of her crew mates suggested delaying helping the pilot by leaving the door closed, apparently scared of wild animals.<br><br>"Get ahold of yourself, soldier! We have to go out and help him."<br><br>She spoke in a calm but firm voice, her rifle pointed at the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 21:54:40</strong>
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				Angel kept her shotgun ready... if they were going to go out there, it'd be best... Dogs couldn't use guns, last she checked, they'd have to get within her shotgun range to hurt them. She looked around at the others, and kept a cool face, despite herself.<br><br>"Everyone stay calm, we do what we're ordered to, and that's that," she said, forcing her voice to be as calm as her face. She looked over at their team leader, waiting for an order to be given. She wanted to rush out there, and save their pilot, but she would do what she was ordered. They needed to keep solidarity or they'd fall apart. With wild animals out there, and who knows what in here, and at least two S.T.A.R.S. members is severe danger, they couldn't afford that.<br><br>When the order came to move, she moved... hesitating as she too noticed the doors being closed... the thought sent a chill... Were the dogs set on him by someone? Was there someone else nearby, watching them? Was it them who attacked Joseph? She couldn't let it get to her though, she moved to reach the doors, waiting for the team to get in position before anyone opened the doors. When they opened, they would need to move organized.<br><br>"You all heard the order to move, right?" she called back to the others, signalling for them to get ready to run.
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				Post by: <strong>Rachubka</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 16:52:31</strong>
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				Sondra is usually the epitome of calm and collected, but things were already going to the shitter much faster than usual. She was lost without any sort of instruction or guidance and was standing there a few feet from Joseph and Kevin while a few others wandered about. It made complete sense to her to try and get back to through the door, to at least make an attempt to save their pilot from whatever fate is beyond it. <br><br>The young girl did, however, take a quick look at the door to see if there was something that she could do herself. It didn't look very modern, although certainly heavy, so her own skill set wouldn't be much use. Or so she thinks, anyway, so Sondra made no immediate move toward it. She, casually, stepped up beside Arthur, taking a second look at the door. She didn't recall anyone saying they were going to close it, or anyone receiving any direct orders to do so. It bothered her, but not enough for her to think too much on it - she more just wanted to be told to do something, have something else to worry about. <br><br>The chatter about dogs and doing anything else but helping their pilot upset her, but not in a visible manner. The sounds from outside were muffled and hushed, the only sure noises being those coming from the radio, but she wasn't very keen on listening in on the ordeal.
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