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Chris, Jill, and Rtas Fly to Siberia

While they were on their way to the cold Russian land of Siberia, Jill had brought a three-way communicator, in case the radio comms were compromised. She approached the Covenant alien called Rtas and showed him one of the small devices, "Here, have this. Its a wireless three-way communicator in case the radios stop working and we get separated." Jill told him.

Lands at an undisclosed helipad in Siberia.

"Well where are we going first"

Chris pulls down his hat to cover his ears.

*accepts communicator and places into helmet*

*pulls out Plasma Rifle*



We need to contain this outbreak. So anywhere you see Flood, take them down.
No survivors.


*adjusts communicator wiring then turns to Chris and Jill*


Lead on. I've got your back.

"Well I say we walk around and look for any of the Flood here."

"Follow me."

Chris starts walking forward.

Jill and the alien follow Chris, they moved forward towards an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. The blizzard was picking up, so they went towards the building for shelter.

Chris looks towards Jill."I just realized due to this blizzard any footprints will be erased really quickly. I guess our only options are to actually find one or look inside these buildings."

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Chris looks towards Jill."I just realized due to this blizzard any footprints will be erased really quickly. I guess our only options are to actually fine one or look inside these buildings."

"Its going to be tough to find footprints in the snow, Chris. We better get inside and look for clues in there."

Chris looks towards Jill."I just realized due to this blizzard any footprints will be erased really quickly. I guess our only options are to actually fine one or look inside these buildings."

"Its going to be tough to find footprints in the snow, Chris. We better get inside and look for clues in there."

"Agreed"

Jill and Chris took position next to the entrance of the abandoned building readying to enter, but the alien simply walked in front of the door and kicked it down. "Never mind a subtle entry. Come on."

Jill and Chris took position next to the entrance of the abandoned building readying to enter, but the alien simply walked in front of the door and kicked it down. "Never mind a subtle entry. Come on."

Chris looks at Jill and shrugs
"Works for me"

anyone want to start a new revolution of music?

The three of them entered the derelict building, it was dark so they activated their flashlights and slowly walked inside the darkness. It wasn't something that Chris and Jill hadn't tackle before, they had survived being stuck inside the Spencer Mansion and Racoon City and have basically have gone through it all together. The alien on the other hand, he was a wildcard. Jill trusted her new found ally from the stars, from this Covenant, but she still had a hint of doubt in the back of her mind.

The tree entered the building's lobby hall, it looked like a research center alright, possibly a military one abandoned after the USSR fell apart. Jill walked towards the security desk in the center of the hall and went through the papers on top of the wooden desk. "There must be something here that can tell us who used this place." Jill said as she looked around. "You guys go on ahead, find whatever landed in here."

I'm skipping ahead, because nothing of value happens on the island except that the navy comes and finds Deacon there and takes him back to base.

I'm skipping ahead, because nothing of value happens on the island except that the navy comes and finds Deacon there and takes him back to base.

okie dokie

Ventures further into the abandoned building with Chris, while Jill remains behind. Broken light fixtures hang from the ceiling, flashing on and off, lighting the darkened hallway....

*checks energy level of plasma rifle, it's at 30%*


Chris, would you happen to have an extra weapon?
Mine is getting rather low on ammo.........even a sidearm will suffice.


*sees a stairwell, and an eerie green glow at the bottom*


Prepare yourself. Who knows what is waiting for us down there.

The others left leaving Jill behind as she was going through the security desk, there was nothing. Jill sat on the chair behind the desk and sighed. There had to be something in this place that could get give her some clues on the Flood-Virus that Umbrella had been studying in the Yukon. Then she got an idea, what about the quarters? There must be something in there. She stood up and went on to the west wing, everything was written in Russian but she guessed where she was going by the fact that the surroundings became more "friendly" and less utilitarian.

And by friendly, she meant fancy. The Soviet commissars surely loved the fancy living style of life, for communists. This area reminded Jill of the Spencer Mansion, from the luxurious wooden walls, Arabian rugs and blood stains everywhere. The only thing that was missing was the occasional zombie trying to attack her from the corner of the room. Jill went in through the guard barracks, it was amazingly dark. The bunks messy and full of...remains. Frozen remains. Thanks to the sub-zero weather the rotten smells of the carcass remains were absent.

Jill arrived to the officer room, where the military overseer slept in. The door was locked, typical. She needed a key to open it. Seemed that whatever happened here forced the officer to either lock the room before he left or lock himself inside the bedroom. Doubtful that he would just run away and risk execution. Nevertheless Jill needed to get inside. She aimed her pistol at the doorknob and fired. The sound of gunfire echoed through the halls along with the sharp noise of a doorknob striking the wooden floor. Jill slowly pushed the door inside, peeking her pistol inside the bedroom.

There was a small candle still lit, odd...the skeleton of the Soviet commissar rested on top of the chair of his small office. There was a hole on the side of his skull, and a piston on the ground. Suicide. Jill approached the officer's desk and went through it. Papers of tests and the like, of subjects supplied by the Soviet's benefactors. Jill didn't like the sound of that, benefactors...

The Russians codenamed the subjects "Shaping Sickness" and reported that each test subjects, people taken from the Balkan satellite countries, were brutally attacked and deformed by the virus carriers. They became extremely violent and physically powerful with long tendrils growing from their arms. After each test, the test chambers were cleansed with high amounts of fire with the hopes of eliminating the spores that the monsters gave out. The last report was on December 20th, 1980, in it were detailed examinations of deceased patients after infection. And of that came the test on live population centers around the testing facility.

The entire town, composed of mostly Mongolian locals, was wiped out in mere minutes. Soviet troops were sent in to exterminate the virus but were also lost, eventually everything was covered in snow and the Russians hoped that that would've been the end to it. This is everything that Jill needed to know, she knew what this place was and what it held. Still, the virus was still unknown and could be potentially used by anyone who stumbled into this place. Jill placed the report files in her backpack and turned to leave the room when she heard something.

Chris hands the alien a pistol.

"This ought to do for now. Don't break it."

Chris and Rtas walk forward leaving Jill to her own devices. Chris spots a room that seems to have strange marks on the door. Giving an indication that something was scratching at it quite viciously.

"Well so far that's the biggest indication the Flood-Virus was here. Not solid proof but that is ominous enough."

Chris walks toward the door with Rtas and motions that he take the lead as they enter the shredded door.

Jill took cover by the door, she could hear the growls coming from the hallway. Infected. She held her breath and prepared. With her pistol, she fired on the monster. The bullets ripped through the twisted flesh of the former Soviet soldier, Jill could notice the uniform still freshly out of its icy tomb. The monster ran at her as Jill still fired her gun until one of the bullets hit the sweet spot, making it fall on the ground lifeless.

Jill kicked it trying to see if it was dead. It was. She turned the body to see it more clearly with her flashlight, it used to be a Soviet soldier alright. This thing must've come from one of the rooms which is odd since she checked all of them, Jill needed to explore more of this place before meeting up with the others.

I'm still alive and haven't been killed.

I'm still alive and haven't been killed.

*yu died in a massive epic roman orgy. the end.*

I'm still alive and haven't been killed.

*yu died in a massive epic roman orgy. the end.*

Well, you know, if you could actually make that happen in the RP, that would be grand.

I'm still alive and haven't been killed.

*yu died in a massive epic roman orgy. the end.*

Well, you know, if you could actually make that happen in the RP, that would be grand.

How about you commit epic sudoku?

*Gives Chris a smirk as he accepts the pistol, checks the ammo*

Yeah.........I got it.


*puts pistol away and draws Plasma rifle. Prepares to breach door; gives a hand signal counting down, then kicks the door down*


*rushes into room and hears several high pitched screams in the darkness*


ENEMY CONTACT!

*begins firing into the crowd of Flood rushing from the darkened room*

"RETREAT!!"

Chris starts shooting at the mass of infected. Noticing that each of the single infected are different and seem to have been different people at one point. This made it clear that the Flood-Virus took each being and made them it's carrier but not as much a part of them. Chris wondered if the effects could possibly be reversed by using a backward version of the virus.

"We should try to get a sample of it if we can!!" Chris shouted over the din of gunfire.

"Other than that I think we should retreat and meet up with Jill again!" Chris yelled.

Tapping his comm device Chris attempted to ping Jill.