seeing S.T.A.R.S. [Tag; Jill]

[subzero]

Raccoon City... boy, did the media hound this place an awful lot or what? There was an outbreak of sorts back in 1998 and a particular mansion in the area was plagued by zombified creatures which a bravo team of "super cops" helped stop before it got even more out of hand. But that was a long time ago. Now, the city stands as a shell of its former self with a few zombie sightings every now and then. It isn't anything like it used to be and there aren't as many frightened citizens living in the area now as there once were. But because of the merging, not everyone who showed up in Raccoon City was normal anyway. One ended up traveling through a portal and ended up in this unlucky, broken down city...

His name was Sub-Zero. Raiden had gotten a hold of him at the Lin Kuei compound where he now resides as the Grandmaster of his clan. He was sent here to help fight off the evil that would most certainly present itself in a timely fashion. This Cryomancer had been forewarned about the villainous beings who resided in this realm and he knew what he had to do: find the good and stop the bad! It sounded cliche, almost too action movie-like, but this wasn't a movie, this was real life. Sub-Zero ended up being ported to the one city that was infested with monstrosities as far as the eye could see. But evil existed even in Outworld, especially Outworld, so this was nothing new to the ice ninja.

"Such a strange city... No one seems to even notice I'm here, odd..." Sub-Zero muttered to himself as an eerie moan could be heard a few steps behind him. Suddenly, the wild beast began to sprint toward him until the Cryomancer turned on his heel to face this monster. He parried out of its swiping reach and delivered a hard kick to its already bloodied knee, dropping it to one. Sub-Zero used the hiked up leg for leverage to run up its body and delivered a flipping kick to the beast's chin as he back-flipped onto his feet with grace. The creature's neck had just easily snapped but Sub-Zero watched in horror as it still arose to its shoeless feet, staggering toward him. His eyes grew wide as this reminded him of the Netherrealm.

Then, a couple more started to approach. They had the same emotionless gaze and battered bodies as this one had. Sub-Zero started to back up a little to give his hands a chance to "ice over", effectively becoming super-strong. The Cryomancer wasn't an expert on these things but knew they were zombies; that much was obvious. Their moaning and groaning agitated him to the point where he simply wanted to shut them up. "You were once human. You can be again, in spirit. I will send you to your permanent resting place!" he shouted, punching their lifeless bodies down. He rammed his icy cold fist through one's chest only to see that its heart was not beating at all. An eerie sight, even for someone like Sub-Zero!

But alas, they were no match for his speed and finesse. Sub-Zero had easily evaded their swipes, their claws and their teeth, using his strength to punch them out of his way. He even ripped one's head from its body, spine and all. Sub-Zero tossed it at his feet and stomped the creature's head in a violent motion, squishing it to make sure it had died. One attempted to be sneaky and grab him from behind but Sub-Zero quickly turned, locking both of its arms under his right arm, delivering a devastating headbutt. He followed with a spinning back-kick to knock the creature down. There had to be another way...

Just then, Sub-Zero caught sound of gunshots being fired. There seemed to be a struggle nearby! He would have to postpone these violent fiends for a brief period; but he would return! Below, a woman was fending off multiple zombies that were coming in hordes but there seemed to be no way out of the alley other than running straight through them. That would just be bad. Too big of a risk! In the blink of an eye, Sub-Zero had created an ice platform for which to travel and leapt down below to help this one remaining human - the first he'd come across yet! With focus, Sub-Zero concentrated the icy powers into his hands and basically fired a stream that encompassed the lot of them, freezing them solid all at once. He stood to his full height now, turning to greet whoever this loner seemed to be.

"So much for a proper greeting. I don't believe they will be bothering you anymore, mortal. But might I suggest a hasty retreat? More might be making their way over here,"

[Jill Valentine]

Raccoon City...this place really takes me back. There were just so many things that happened here, I can't even figure out where to start about it. Well...except for one thing...Chris. Captain Hazama is busy with N.O.L duties, or at least that's what it seems like since I haven't heard from him for a while now. I have to be diligent, with or without him...Chris might be here trying to find out why Raccoon City is restored like nothing happened. The media was all over this place but suddenly they turned a blind eye. I'm going to find out why...and hopefully I'll find Chris too or even Wesker and bring him to justice once and for all. All I know is that there is something here and I need to find it.

A self appointed mission, sure the B.S.A.A tipped her off about this place and how it was oddly normal, something clearly this place was NOT. Raccoon City was blown up and removed from the face of this Earth but what's this? It was restored to its former glory and residents acted as though nothing bad happened. A scenario similar to that of a horror movie which kept toying with your mind until there was so much confusion that by the time everything was done BAM! Completely blind sided and left wondering what the hell just happened in that fleeting moment. The strangest thing is that some of the residents she interacted with on the other side of this city didn't even know her...it was almost like when she first started with S.T.A.R.S under the command of Albert Wesker. Jill Valentine back then didn't have any sort of reputation up until the mansion incident...but the Ms. Valentine who almost became a Jill Sandwich, as Barry Burton so eloquently put it, and lived to tell the tale of undead monsters DID have a reputation...the one wearing her B.S.A.A uniform complete with a matching blue cap shooting zombies right in the face.

This predicament was NOT something she expected but in a way she was used to it...well...used to it with a partner to help her. Dealing with a horde this large was terrible plus she needed to conserve on ammunition. Problem with that was it was difficult to conserve rounds when she didn't have any explosive barrels or objects to shoot down for her use. This. SUCKED. "Shit...!" Was her lovely word of choice while backing up and firing a couple shots at one of the undead masses trying to give her the `EAT YOUR FACE HUG` of inevitable death. One tried to be a little more sneaky and grab her from behind but she felt the grip on her shoulders. To that she responded instinctively with a swift twist of her upper body and lightly released her left hand's hold upon the gun as to give the poor bastard an elbow to the face causing it to stagger backwards. Whipping out her handy dandy knife, she turned on the ball of her heel quickly while lowering her gun slightly to get face to deteriorating face.

Oh geeze...she made it noseless...whatever...she had dealt with enough not to freak out and say something along the lines of `OH MY GOD. IT'S A MONSTER`, instead she simply stabbed it in the face and kicked it toward the crowd to push em' back a bit. Thankfully that helped...but Ms. JILL SANDWICH Valentine wasn't out of danger just yet and a far cry from being safe! Sheathing her knife and firing a couple more rounds doing her best to pop a cap in their disgusting little heads as soon as her hand returned to hold the gun properly. Right now she couldn't risk too many stray shots, had to be careful with what ammunition she had. Plus calling for back up seemed futile...for crying out loud her damn radio was on the fritz and that cell phone she paid a pretty penny for each month had NO SERVICE...how much more crappy could her luck be?! CLICK CLICK said her gun in an empty manner that only it could when lacking bullets. Not even wasting time to grumble, she made quick work with reloading her gun..and...a blue ninja...landed in front of her. Okay....this was a first....never has a ninja just showed up and......crap.........he was freezing things which PROBABLY meant he was a bioweapon and she was next.

This day just WAS NOT going well was it!? Tightly holding onto her gun she looked at the zombiecles and had a short lived flashback of when she was working with the cross-dressing vigilante boy who helped her clean up zombies in the guise of snowmen like a trap waiting to thaw...and how she encountered what she could have sworn was a bioweapon. Back then she was wrong...the boy who called himself Megaman Volnutt was just an innocent hero. Maybe this was the case too? But the thing is this wasn't a robotic boy, it was a grown man who was a ninja who could freeze things. Keeping her gun at the ready...just in case since from all her experience SOMETIMES things didn't look as they appeared and being cautious is what kept her alive so far. Whether it was to blast a zombie trying to surprise her or this guy not being the hero he was painting himself out to be...when this black n' blue clad fellow turned to face her...he even had a strange mask.

Well this was pretty awkward...from the way he was talking it sounded NOTHING like a bioweapon...so what was he exactly? A super hero of some kind, maybe? Then again as far as she was aware, no one went around calling others mortals. Slightly lowering her gun toward her side but still in the proper position to use it effectively as she thought on that little note plus his suggestion to run. "Hard to give a proper greeting in an outbreak, trust me...," saying those words with a tone that insinuated her slight disdain for this unwanted rotting flesh mosh pit party. Of course she sounded a little casual as well in an effort not to offend him. Though her next set of words were a little more professionalism to it while keeping a very slight casual undertone YET being a bit more polite with her expression of gratitude toward the rescue,

"Jill Valentine, co-founder of the B.S.A.A. Thanks for the back up over there. Anyway you're right, we need to get out of here as soon as possible..." REALLY she couldn't believe the next words that were going to come out of her mouth but here they went... "I'll need you to take point and lead, seeing what you did there and how I have to conserve my ammo...that would be the best bet for both of us. I can't shoot ice from my hands but I know how to provide back up with a gun and knife while holding my own." Admittedly...it was quite unnerving to trust someone she just met who could freeze her in a heart beat to take lead. Plus she had to hope he was as level headed as he seemed and would see her request wasn't unreasonable but rather practical for the given predicament.

[subzero]

This mortal woman seemed skilled in art of marksmanship and was quite devoted to eliminating these things. Sub-Zero had never seen a mob of them all at once but he was quite familiar with the undead. His rival and mortal enemy, Scorpion, was an undead ninja spectre but Sub-Zero did not fear the man. Yes, he had killed his older brother but that was many years ago and times change. The new Lin Kuei Grandmaster shot a glance toward her that suggested he was there to help get her out of this mess but he had to think quickly lest the corpse-like creatures break free of his icy stronghold. Perhaps it would have helped more if he had developed a 'Plan B'. He was familiar with her style of dress simply because Sub-Zero knew of Kurtis Stryker and he was known for being a riot cop. But her style was just a little bit different. There was nothing wrong with that either.

"Perhaps. But I feared I was the only one human in this area. Half anyway..." the assassin replied while subtly referencing his half-Cryomancer, half-Human heritage. His father had the same powers as Kuai Liang and his older brother, Bi-Han. He married a human woman years ago and that was how the two came to be. However, this was not the time nor place to dive into a quick history lesson and Sub-Zero fixated his eyes on the frozen corpse-sicles he was forced to create. It didn't make sense how there seemed to be nothing but zombified murderers on this portion of Earthrealm; it just seemed odd. But those questions would be saved for later as they had to make a hasty retreat before the sleeping beauties burst free of their chilly prison. That would prove a ghastly sight to them both.

It seemed as if this woman was out of ammo but Sub-Zero had picked something up earlier while on his way to prevent her life being taken by their rotted teeth. Sub-Zero reached into his blue gi and removed what looked like an ammo clip that belonged to a handgun. It was full to the top with bullets. He glanced down at it before putting his palm out and gesturing her with a nod of his concealed head. "I found these a little ways back. Before I came to rescue you from the sound of gunshots. Figured you could use them," he offered as his attention was soon turned to the eerie sound of moaning. His head whipped around to see more coming into his view. They pushed the frozen ones out of their way which caused them to smack into the brick surface of the alley way and shatter on impact.

Sub-Zero put his hand out as a reflex to keep her out of their deadly reach. Maybe this woman was too proud to admit it but she could not take them without him and if he had to protect her with his life then he would. See, the Lin Kuei had become more noble and honorable since the joyous death of the previous Grandmaster who wished to sell out to Black Dragons and turn the warriors into robots; mindless... just like these unfortunate creatures.

They looked to be rather bloodthirsty but would find nothing but the icy chill if they tried to bite into Sub-Zero. Of course he would not allow such an event to take place but sometimes things could not be prevented and that was the worst part about it. He had little to no experience in dealing with these lumbering corpses but knew that he had to do something in order to save her life and keep her out of their reach. The warrior performed a roundhouse that ended up cracking one's neck but still it staggered forward. It was most disgusting but expected. "Here, take them! Reload. I'll distract them." he advised while he leaped into the air and landed in the middle of their hungry circle. He was about to show them why he was a warrior known for his deadly martial arts skills and chilling powers.

In the distance he could spot a vehicle simply parked nearby but he was unsure as to if it would be safe for her to escape or not. The attempt was too risky. Sub-Zero fought them off, one right after the other while glancing over toward his new ally to see how she was doing. Perhaps she had a plan jogging around in her mind...