Resident Evil - Doom Station

[Shana]

((Thought this one today while my brother played RE4 got carried away))

 

Resident Evil Doom Station

 

The year is 2155, the great space station on mars has been constructed by a company called Cryonix. It was a joint venture between the UN and Cryonix Space Division and their Health Division. The purpose of this space station was to create another world to sustain human life. All attempts so far have failed. What the world doesn’t know is that Cryonix is another name for Umbrella, it is a front, a cover for the Umbrella Biological Weapon Research Division.

 

The people working there have been fooled, soon the Cryonix Labs will pay the price for meddling in things they shouldn’t, this time hell is involved…

 

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Character Sheet

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Name:

Gender:

Age:

Station: (Meaning, the department you’re in)

Appearance:

Equipment:

Biography:

 

There are several STATIONS inside the Space Facility. The most important are, Biotechnology Department, Cybernetics Research, Atmospheric Investigation, Viral Research. And the UNSIA which is the United Nations Security and Intelligence Agency. There is another department that no one goes into, The Restricted Omega Lab. Only Top Clearance Scientists go in.

 

Now here’s My Character

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Character Sheet

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Name: Dianne Serwing

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Station: Biotechnology Department

Appearance: Red hair, green eyes, slim, white skin.

Equipment: Lab coat, jeans and blue top.

Biography: Dianne is the daughter of an American general and a British doctor. She graduated from MIT and went to work for for the US Health Department, a notorious scientist found her talents and presented her to doctor William Jennings, CEO of Cryonix Incorporated. She’s been working for him ever since, and was one of the last to reach the station.

 

Here we go into the story:

 

A ship entered the main Hangar of the Mars Station “Cryonix Alpha”, carrying the latest addition of Staff to the Station. There were soldiers from the UNSIA and there were Scientists. Among them was Doctor Dianne Serwing, she was assigned as chief of the Department for Development of Health Implants. She was taken with all of the others to meet General Carlyle, the head of the UNSIA station at the facility.

 

- “Welcome to Cryonix Alpha, I’m General Carlyle and as head of the UNSIA I have to explain to you how your protection works” – General Carlyle said and signaled a man who walked to a table and started to hand out a silver briefcase to the doctors and a gold one to the soldiers.

 

Dianne opened her briefcase. There was a gas mask, two flash grenades, two smoke grenades, a medkit and a 9mm hand gun with 5 magazines.

 

- “Scientists are probably wondering why I give you that, well, it is for your protection, as you probably heard there is a problem between the US and Russia, their Facility here on Mars has been giving out threats to us about storming in here… we believe their not going to do it, but we better be safe than sorry, UNSIA soldiers will see the briefcase contains two frag grenades, two smoke, two flash, a medkit and a 9mm automatic rifle with three extra magazines of 65 rounds each. Now the Captain will hand you all a guide with the laws and regulations to this facility as well as your clearance card and PDA’s, good luck and hope you enjoy working here” – The General said.

 

Dianne picked up her Guide and Clearance card and PDA and went to her Department.

 

She sat down on her desk and started to write on her computer, she had a bunch of e-mails to answer.

[Flamehart]

((Awesome. Sounds like Doom 3 mixed with RE4. I like it))

 

Name: James Enfield

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Station: UNSIA Soldier (Rank: Recruit)

Appearance: Black hair, green eyes, average build (think around Leon's build), lightskinned.

Equipment: Kevlar Vest, Standard UNSIA field uniform (fatigues, combat boots, etc.), his own .45 calibur Mk22 SOCOM Pistol, UNSIA Issued Weaponry (9mm pistol, assault rifle, magazines, and grenades)

Biography: Started out as a recruited Special Forces soldier. When undergoing his field training and tests, General Carlyle himself had been there to supervise. Enfield's test scores were remarkable, far beyond what any of the other applicants had accomplished, and was instantly offered a transfer to the UNSIA. Shortly after, his unit was deployed on Cyronix station. Enfield's scores proved him to be an impeccable sharpshooter, strategist, and survivalist.

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Enfield had arrived on the same transport as Dianne, with the rest of his unit. They moved quickly and without word, getting their briefcases, PDAs, clearance cards, and guides. Enfield looked around, noting the scientists who went by. His sergeant pushed him along, telling him there was no time for idling. When they got to their quarters, they unloaded their equipment.

 

Enfield changed into his UNSIA soldier fatigues. He noticed on the back of his kevlar there were bold white letters which read, "DELTA," the name of his squad. Enfield was part of Unit 01, Delta Squad. Alpha and Bravo squads from Unit 01 were the first to arrive when the station was first established. It was decided Charlie and Delta squads of Unit 01 were not needed, until now due to the conflict between the United States and Russia, and so they arrived. Enfield finished dressing into his fatigues, slipped on his kevlar, and stepped out into the hall. Other members of Delta squad came out of their rooms as well, and their Squad Leader, Sergeant Hayes, called them together in the hallway.

 

"Alright listen up soldiers. We're awaiting orders from General Carlyle to find out which departments Delta Squad will be covering. I'm thinking we're gonna be stuck around Cybernetics and Biotechnology, but no guarantee. Everyone here in Delta has proved to have the highest scores of Unit 01, so chances are we may get a special assignment instead, who knows. I do know that if you are a rookie, you will be staying behind. Nothing personal, but you could do to get some good guard duty hours under your belt, so we know how trustworthy you are in dealing with the patience of boring work. Alright, get to know each other, get some rest, whatever I don't care, I'll call you all back together when I find out what we're assigned to," he said, and left the squad.

 

Enfield looked around. This was his first assignment and he was a bit edgy. He wasn't liking the idea of being on a space station with so much cutting edge research going on. He had the funny idea that anything could go wrong at any given moment. One of his fellow squad members noticed him and asked him, "Hey rook, haven't seen you around, what's your name?"

 

"Corporal Enfield...you?" he answered.

 

"Don't worry 'bout the rank, kid, that's just regulation. Name's Ben Ingram. What's up kid? You look like something's up," he replied.

 

"Oh, name's James then. What's up? Well, I'm not too gung ho about all this research stuff here. Anything can go wrong at any moment. And c'mon, most of us are sharpshooters, strategists, survival specialists, all of those at once, or more. Isn't it a bit odd that soldiers with those skills would be needed on a research station?" he questioned.

 

Ben chuckled, "I used to think that too with alot of my assignments. Let me put it this way, though. Although I agree with ya, don't put too much thought into it. You'll get your nose in where it doesn't belong and you'll find yourself to be right. It's much more entertaining to sit back, and when it does happen, say, 'Told ya so,' do your job, get it done, gives ya a nice warm feelin' inside."

 

Enfield raised his eyebrow, "Whatever you say Ben," he replied. He went into his room and began sorting out his stuff. He noticed he had a bunkmate, but he hadn't met him yet. (I'm gonna make a character profile for him and introduce him later, gotta go to church soon, so I'm trying to finish up here) He sighed, putting his M4A1 assault rifle over his shoulder and holstering his two sidearms. This was going to be a long assignment.

[Shana]

Dianne was typing on her keyboard and printed what she needed.

 

- "Amanda" - she called her assistant - "Take these to doctor Brewer."

 

Her assistant left and she got up from her chair and went to have a drink at the kitchen. She found a woman there.

 

- "Hi, you must be Doctor Serwing, I'm doctor Grace Connor" - the woman said.

 

- "Hi, call me Dianne." - Dianne answered.

 

- "It's impressive isn't it...the facility...it is actually a little uncomfortable to have so many UNSIA soldiers around" - Grace said.

 

- "Why? The conflict with Russia could get bad any moment now, I'm glad they're here" - Dianne said.

 

- "You know the soldiers who came in the same shuttle you did, well they are the ones they promised us to guard Biotechnology, They're going to be around our office and all" - Grace said.

 

- "I guess it's not that bad" - Dianne said.

 

- "Well who knows, so you're pretty young, what are you doing up here, you should be down back at earth" - Grace said.

 

- "I'm trying to further my career, there'll be plenty of time for boys later" - Dianne said.

 

- "Well, enjoy your stay, see ya later, I gotta check some numbers back at the lab, bye" - Grace said.

 

- "Yeah, bye" - Dianne answered and went back to her office, she took her stuff and went to the dormitories, she had her own room. She got a shower and went to bed for a while.

[Flamehart]

((I take it you're gonna have the squads that arrived guard Biotech? Just wondering, since I implied that from your post))

 

Name: Tony Seifert

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Station: UNSIA

Appearance: Tan skinned, short, crew cut black hair, average build

Equipment: Kevlar Vest, UNSIA Issued fatigues and equipment, Some low-grade demolitions, toolkit.

Biography: Originally a member of a Special Forces regiment in the US Army, he was noticed by Cyronix for his impeccable skill with engineering and demolitions. He's a good shot, but prefers the much more flashy, showy look of explosives going off or setting traps and watching them unfold. He's young and a bit more impatient than the rest of the Delta members, but definitely a valuable asset.

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Tony walked in and saw James in the room, he grinned and set his stuff down, tapping him on the shoulder. "Must be my roommate. Name's Tony, you?"

 

James nodded and shook his hand, "James."

 

Tony blinked and grinned again, "You're that sharpshooter we got in from the States? Where ya from?" he asked.

 

James shrugged, "I've moved around alot, but spent most of my time in Minnesota and New York. What area did you specialize in?"

 

Tony grinned and replied, "Engineering and..." he paused, then continued, "Demolitions."

 

James raised an eyebrow and simply replied, "Long as I don't blow up in my sleep, that's cool with me."

 

Tony chuckled, "You reacted alot better than my last roomate on my last assignment, we're gonna be cool then."

 

James nodded and sat on his bunk, looking around. "Think it's a bit odd that someone with our skills have been called to guard some measly technology facilities?"

 

Tony nodded and said in an amused tone, "Yeah, 'specially since if the Russians really wanted to take this place out, they could simply just blow it outta space with a nuke? I think because what we have here is valuable, they want some defense, because the Russians'd rather have it for themselves than blow it up."

 

James shrugged then replied, "But that's what makes me wonder, what could they be researching here that they need an elite squad to guard it?"

 

Tony blinked, tilted his hand, and responded, "Now I see what you're saying. Hrm. That is somethin' to think about. Oh well, we'll have to let things unfold to find out."

 

Jason nodded and picked his gear back up. "Well, might as well find out where our shift is. It's gonna be a long night."

[Shana]

((Well maybe just the rookie soldiers on the facility, Most of the first squads that arrived are assigned to the Top Clearance Lab, they need the other parts guarded to keep appearences, but since maybe our characters will be the only ones left alive after things unfold, then we must keep the characters a little safe before sending them to hell...sort of speaking...))

 

Dianne woke up to the beeping sound of her PDA. She checked it, it had an e-mail.

 

"From: Doctor Grace Connor.

To: Doctor Dianne Serwing.

Title: Lab Entry

 

Message:

Dianne,

There is a little problem we have with a machine down at the Lab, I got zapped or something and we need you to check it out. Since the machine is down at the last level, where we keep the animals for testing, then there is a chance the lion we have down there may be loose, so we got news from the General Carlyle himself that he'll be sendind three soldiers to escort you down just in case things get ugly, You'll meet them by the elevator to the Lab. Take care, hope to see you again for lunch.

 

Grace Connor.

 

End of Message."

 

- "That's great, now I'm the errand girl" - Dianne said.

 

Dianne took her gun and the four magazines and put them on a belt her father gave her to support the gun and ammo. She left to the Lab wearing her coat and flashed her Id at the scanner and went inside and she waited by the Elevator.

[Flamehart]

The squad Sergeant came and picked one of the other rookies, then called for Seifert and Enfield. All three came out almost simultaneously, and the Sergeant gave them directions. "Here's your first guard duty mission. Go to the elevator, your job is to guard a scientist who needs to go down their and take care of some business on the lower levels. Your job is to keep her alive. The elevator is just down the hall and to the right, keep your UNSIA badges on, the doors'll open automatically for you. You don't have alot of time, now move!"

 

Enfield, Seifert, and the third soldier, who they learned his name to be Johnson (I picked a simple, common name, feel free to control him if you want to) moved down the hall swiftly and through the door. They met Dianne at the elevator. Enfield was in the front, so he came to a halt and did a quick salute, "Ma'am, I'm Corporal Enfield, this is Sergeant Seifert and Private First Class Johnson of UNSIA, we've been sent to guard you while you take care of whatever procedures necessary."

[Writer]

((Huh... I'll join... sounds interesting.))

 

Name: Grace Carter

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Station: Cybernetics research

Appearance: curly black hair hangs to her shoulders, pale blue eyes, slim build, 5' 4" tall, 120 pounds, almost hispanic looking

Equipment: To the annoyance of some, Grace wears no 'official' clothing. She wears jeans and a light gray t-shirt. She also has a small pair of black-rimmed glasses she wears when she reads. The only other thing she carries is a long knife, strapped to her belt. Not quite typical for a doctor working in cybernetics, the knife tends to make some people nervous.

Biography: Grace was raised to enjoy learning. Because of this, when she reached college, she stayed there for a full ten years to better understand cybernetics. Because of her straight A report card, even through all of the varying studies she did, she was sent to the Mars Station directly after she graduated, just after the station's construction was complete.

 

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Grace Carter was not a happy woman. "Just because some machine in the lab gets zapped, you take my technicians away?" she demanded.

 

"I don't give orders, Dr. Carter," the man whined. "I'm just the messenger. Your techs are needed down there to help see what happened."

 

"Great," Grace grumbled. "Well, hurry up with it... I don't want to be kept waiting longer than I have to be. With all my techs running off, I may as well read a book!"

 

"You're welcome to come if you'd like," the man said helpfully. "But there may be a lion loose."

 

"What else can go wrong?" Grace exploded. "You bet your ass I'm going now! Lion? And I'm taking a gun!"

 

"The knife on your belt won't do in this case?" the man retorted. Grace turned to face him.

 

"What did you say?" she demanded quietly.

 

"Oh, uh..." he stammered, finding suddenly that her knife was unsheathed in her hand.

 

"Let's make this as quick as we possibly can so I can get back to work," she told him. With that, she put her knife back in its place and marched out of the room.

[Shana]

Dianne turned to Corporal Enfield.

 

- "Thank you corporal, and it's miss Serwing or Doctor Serwing, whichever you want" - Dianne said - "So guys, let's proceed to the elevator and see what's going on down there."

 

She got on the elevator and waited for the others.

[Writer]

Just before the elevator doors closed, Grace Carter and her assistants entered the elevator. Impatiently, she pressed the correct button for the floor they were all headed to and turned to Dianne.

 

"Are you the one they've placed in charge of whatever mess happened in the lab?" she demanded.

[Shana]

- "Yes, I am...Doctor Grace Connor sent me an e-mail and told me to get down there and check it out" - Dianne answered.

[Writer]

Dr. Grace Carter blinked. Then she blinked again. "Oh, you said 'Connor'... that's wild." She offered her hand. "I'm Dr. Grace Carter."

[Shana]

- "Pleasure to meet you Doctor Carter, I'm Dianne Serwing" - Dianne answered shaking her hand.

 

- "Now it seems I'm the errand girl, I'm in charge of the Dapartment of Health Implants and yet I'm going down there to check what's going on with a machine, what about you?" - Dianne asked.

[Writer]

"All my assistants are being taken to help you," Grace answered with a frown. "That leaves me with next to nothing to do. So here I am, to see if I can help speed up the process of getting my assistants back."

 

She looked at Dianne. "And in case you're wondering, and since I can see you are, I'm in charge of Cybernetics research."

[Shana]

- "That's great, but don't you think it's weird that the funding we have doesn't even compare to what Viral and the Top Clearance Labs have, it's like our departments just exist to fill empty space on the station, none of our inventions or our advances are being used, they get shelved" - Dianne said

[Writer]

"I've been here a while," Grace told her. "It's always been that way. You'll get used to it... working with less funding than you could use, I mean." She shook her head. "I guess it just tells me they care more about what goes on in the other departments, which is honestly fine with me. When it comes to funding, I'll take what I can get and I'll use it all."

[Shana]

-"Well I guess you're right..." - Dianne said.

 

The doors of the elevator opened. There was total darkness. Private Johnson stepped out first and Dianne followed. There was a crunchy sound whenever Dianne's feet met the floor.

 

- "Ugh...what's that?" - Dianne asked frowning.

[Writer]

"Lights would be good right about now," Grace muttered. "Where are the lights?"

[jokemaster]

Name: Nick Owen

Gender: Male

Age:26

Station: Biotech department (Biologist/animal handler)

Appearance: Lanky, disheveled black hair, short beard, glasses

Equipment: Tranq gun, handgun, gloves, medical equpment

Biography: The son of a cop and a medical doctor, he chose to go into science, and was hired by Cryonix due to his high test scores. He accepted because they were the ones who were paying him the most, and because he wanted the chance to work in space. His job was originally just biologist, but when one of the animal handlers was badly mauled they tacked on additional duties to him. Mostly laid back.

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"YO! Owen! They need you down in the lab."

 

"What for?"

 

"Some machine broke down, they're sending some scientist to handle it, but one of the lions escaped so they sent some soldiers along. They're sending you down there to make sure the lion doesn't get killed."

 

"We don't have any lions in there right now!"

 

"No, Viral does."

 

"Goddammit!"

 

Nick began going down. For some reason Viral didn't have its own animal handlers. He grabbed the tranq gun, and headed down. He saw the group.

 

"Hey Doc Con. " He said to Grace, he looked at Dianne and the squad. "These the new arrivals?"

[Writer]

"Some of them, yeah," Grace answered. "Dr. Dianne Serwing, meet Nick Owen. Dr. Serwing has been put in charge of the Department of Health Implants, but they currently have her running errands... checking on zapped machines or something. Let me guess... you're here for the lion."

[jokemaster]

"Not even one of ours." Complained Nick.

[Writer]

"Where's it belong?" Grace wondered.

[jokemaster]

"Apparently it's one of the Viral's. "

[Shana]

Private Johnson used his scanner.

 

- "The electricity is alright, but something cut the power, there's no lights, we'll have to use flashlights" - Johnson said.

 

Dianne took one of the soldiers' flashlight and turned it on. The light took some time to focus properly and when it did one of the female technitians let out a scream. The soldiers immediately covered her mouth. It was an ugly sight. There were several animals, a monkey, a rabit and a dog. They were on the floor, blood all over, their bodies were ripped to pieces.

 

- "A lion couldn't have done this, whatever did this did not plan on eating them, what kind of thing do the guys at Viral keep here?" - Dianne said covering her mouth.

 

She soon realized the floor had coagulated blood and animal tissue, and bones. The place had a stench suddenly, something none of them had sensed when they came in, it was putrid and at the same time it smelled like acid.

[jokemaster]

"I think we should get out of here...the carcrasses could be contaminated."

[Shana]

Suddenly the elevator lights went off. The shutter doors were closed. The elevator went offline.

 

- "What the hell is going on?" - Dianne asked.

 

A roar mixed with a wailling sound was heard. It echoed all around the giant room, but strangely enough, the other animals made no sound. From a dark corner, where the light could not reach, a sound of footsteps was getting louder. Dianne could hear her heartbeat, it was like her heart was next to her ear and she could listen to it as it went faster and faster with each footstep that went nearer. A shadow was begining to form on the dark corner. It was at least 13 feet tall, It had a long neck and a big head covered with hair, and on the lower part of the body it had four legs and two small crab like arms. When Private Johnson flashed his light at it, the horrible image was revealed.

 

It was the lion...or was...It seemed that somethin had burst from the Lion's body and transformed into it, The head of the lion stood high with an Eye on it's mouth, the crab like arms extended to six feet each, covered in blood and muscles, the lion's feet had large claws coming out from them.

 

- "Oh my god" - Dianne said, she tried to move but she was totaly paralized.

 

Private Johnson opened fire first, but the creature caught him, it lift him up in the air and with the other crablike arm, it started to cut him into pieces as he screamed in pain, until there was no sound coming from his mouth. Dianne heard the other Seargent shout "Fire! Fire now!". She grabbed her gun and started shooting at the giant thing but the bullets seemed to have no effect on it.