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Fandom Resident Evil: Crisis Response

CNHart

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(Imagine a super cool BCRU related logo here until I make one. :) )




It's been sixteen years since the Raccoon City tragedy, a decade and a half is still not enough to get rid of how fresh it can be in survivor's minds. So much death, only for the media to be influenced by Umbrella; clearing it up for the most part. That's been the story whenever the malicious corporation has doomed entire countries simply because someone got a hold of their terrible creations. No one is safe from the calamities they cause, but sometimes help can get there; this story follows the official 'unofficial' figurative child of a few former S.T.A.R.S. members, a global Bio-weapon Crisis Response Unit made up of divisions throughout the world. Like all anti-social organizations, the BCRU are secretive but known by the public; their operations take them to a plethora of third world countries to investigate, search and destroy, search and rescue, the list goes on. The recruitment process is said to rival that of the world's best Special Forces. Those who are successful in becoming a part of the system can treat it much like a day job, they have families, vacation days, sick days, you name it. 


The Bioterrorism Crisis Response Unit is funded by multiple organizations, but are considered a sister branch to the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance (BSAA). One of the largest differences is that they operate on the behest of multiple world governments, instead of just the United States; they are also granted higher security clearance for most of the companies that support them. The Founder and current commissioner is Logan Haley, he handles the day-to-day operations of the main Headquarters in Vermont, but effectively oversees that of their foreign divisions as well. The facility in Vermont is also the home of the main recruitment and training program that BCRU Operatives undergo; Commissioner Haley personally inducts nearly every US-based Operative, which the Vermont HQ is dominated by. It is not uncommon for foreign operatives to transfer to this department, vice versa for the US agents. 


"Bioterrorism is yet another hideous blot brought upon by society as a whole; this blot consists of many smaller, much like it. It is our job to wipe them clean, until peace and quiet becomes a commodity."
- BCRU Commissioner Haley -


 


Missions will be assigned, completed at the Operatives discretion with assistance from operators on standby. There will be Rules of Engagement, Investigation Procedures, and many other stipulations to each assignment. I'd like to use this first week for characters to be created, have some casual interactions, become comfortable with the RE Universe if they aren't already, and to ultimately decide if they'll be committed to RP'ing a Mission that will be locked in once started.


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            Smoke rises from an ashtray beside him, even a beautiful day like this couldn’t see him without at least one drag. Owen glances around from the seat he had situated before an opened window facing a distanced but still visible portion of Montpelier. Pretty as the sun looked, it was still a bit chilly; especially the occasional breeze that whipped into his room. Perhaps he couldn’t take the quiet life anymore, pushing himself up and out of his chair; making sure to snatch up his lit cancer stick before he starts to pace around. His room was small, but had amenities suited for permanent residence; the mess at his desk, with all the unorganized papers and files strewn across it around the laptop, was the least respectable sight the room presented. Other than that, things were tidy; while he didn’t have OCD, one could tell that he took special care with arranging things in systematic ways. Most notably his wardrobe with a dresser compartment, filled with neatly pressed and ordered clothing; button-ups, tank tops, sweaters, full suits in plastic to jeans, slacks, and shorts.


            After quite a few minutes of walking around his personal space aimlessly, Owen approaches his desk and roots through the piles of papers until he finds a particular file. He flicks the ash from the cigarette into the nearby tray and flips the beige folder open. The first thing offered to his narrowed, analytical hues was a sheet containing pertinent information (Age, Height, Weight, Blood Type, etc.) along with a picture of himself. He pinches the side of this paper and moves it aside revealing another combination similar to his. “Sirus…” He says aloud, his voice gruff; beyond his years. “Sounds like some kinda Star Wars shit…” Timms comments to himself, “Darth Hagan.” With a grumbling chuckle and shake of his head he dismisses such thoughts immediately, “My SIC is lookin’ capable…” While he peers at the data covered from the Former SEAL, “Wonder if he went to Coronado…” After muttering this, he says a few unintelligible but relevant things to himself; he tosses the folder onto the table, unexplored files accompanying both he and Sirus’, yet he didn’t seem interested enough to go through them. He sits back down, adopting an inquisitive stare, possibly in deep thought about the status of his new squad.
 
Sirus Hagan, Montpelier Facility


Bright lights spun in a circle 


around Hagans head before coming slowly coming to a stop. Upon the command from the doctor examining him, he opened his eyes. Hagan couldn't help but comment. "Christ, you guys are thorough. We've been at this for 5 hours now. What next, a colonoscopy?" The doctor slapping a latex glove onto his hand and spinning around on his stool plainly replied, "Yes." 


Hagan cringed.


1 hour later


Hagan walked out of the medical building, glad the gauntlet of needles and bright lights was over. With his final medical examination done he was now cleared to begin 


combat operations with the BCRU. He looked down at a piece of paper he was given at in-processing. The next and final step was to report to his assigned squad leader. One Owen Timms. Hopefully he wasn't assigned a hardass. With his luck, he was probably assigned a former DI.


The paper specified that he would meet his assigned squad in the auditorium. He looked at the small map provided and headed that way.
 
Warren was holding a large, Manila folder in his right hand, examining the many papers within as he walked to the auditorium to see his squad for the first time. He was wondering all night what they'd be like, Maybe a brooding one, and a token black one like in the movies...


Warren thumbed though his own file as he scratched the bridge of his nose. He softly repeated the keywords to himself as he read through. Everything seemed to be in order. Too bad the picture was an old one. Warren was considering having it retaken later but that's for another day... 


Warren examined his watch, he was alright on time. He seemed to be moving pretty fast, mostly likely because of a mixture of nerves and excitement. Warren slapped the folder shut and continued to the auditorium.
 
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Bang.


A 9mm shell hits the ground as he round speeds toward the plywood target a second after it rose.


Bang!


A second target rose, and it was also dropped within seconds by the man with a G17.


Bang! Bang Bang!


The magazine was emptied, every round finding it's target. He set the smoking gun down, then picked up the dossiers handed to him.


"Meet in the auditorium with your new team, don't be late." The man said, patting him on the back and shoving him lightly to get him going. Ryan took the notice and jogged to the auditorium, briefly looking over the files as he shouldered open the door, glancing up to find his team.


Bang.


A 9mm shell hits the ground as he round speeds toward the plywood target a second after it rose.


Bang!


A second target rose, and it was also dropped within seconds by the man with a G17.


Bang! Bang Bang!


The magazine was emptied, every round finding it's target. He set the smoking gun down, then picked up the dossiers handed to him.


"Meet in the auditorium with your new team, don't be late." The man said, patting him on the back and shoving him lightly to get him going. Ryan took the notice and jogged to the auditorium, briefly looking over the files as he shouldered open the door, glancing up to find his team.
 

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