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Wesker: Redfield, our instruments measured that you were driving 100 mph in one of STARS jeeps.
Chris: sorry captain, but the speed limit does not apply when the free bird solo comes on.
@rebelwithoutaclock Coming up! To read the other STARS shenanigans drabbles, here they are 1, 2, 3,
"Alright everyone, gather around. Let's make this mid-week huddle a quick one," Wesker hollered, gesturing with his right hand for everyone in the STARs unit to come into the meeting room.
He took off his shades, rubbing his eyes while mentally bracing himself. Between his nefarious obligations to Umbrella and trying to run a police department, he could feel the exhaustion creeping in. A wave of regret pooled in the back of his subconscious, wishing he had the foresight years ago to not work two jobs. Alas, he made his bed and had to lie in it. That didn't mean he didn't have an intrusive thought or two about cleaning up shop as far as the RPD was concerned, especially with the shenanigans the STARs team in particular pulled.
For being the best, they sure aren't the brightest...he thought as he made himself comfortable in front of the podium, watching the team members take their usual seats. He put his glasses back on and cleared his throat.
"First thing on the agenda is the lightsaber incident," Wesker couldn't believe he was saying this aloud and shook his head. "Mr. Vickers, when you're on patrol and see a group of teens reenacting a movie scene, that doesn't mean you stop your vehicle and join them. Especially when you're in the middle of an investigation. Might I add the delay in your scheduled flight with Mr. Sullivan made it so Ms. Chambers took one for the team and covered your ass."
Quiet snickers filled the room as Brad's face blushed. He wanted to shrink into a puddle and disappear, wondering who ratted him out. All he could do was meekly reply, "Y-yes sir…I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"Good," Wesker stated. He ignored the fact that Rebecca herself patted Brad's knee and whispered 'it was alright,' too focused on Chris, who was unable to keep a straight face compared to his colleagues. "Redfield, earlier this week our instruments measured that you were driving a hundred miles per hour in one of our STARS jeeps. Care to explain?"
Jill and Barry, sitting on either side of Chris, quietly chuckled at Chris's expense, earning a quick glare from him before he forced himself to look at Wesker.
"Sorry, captain," Chris coughed. "But the speed limit does not apply when the 'Free Bird' solo comes on."
Barry and Jill bowed their heads in front of the table, their shoulders quaking as they tried to hold back their laughs. Even members of the Bravo team were having difficulty keeping it together at the visual alone.
"You know what else doesn't apply, Redfield?" Wesker asked as a matter of fact.
"I don't know, sir," Chris gestured. "Enlighten me."
"The time-off request you submitted last week. Consider it tabled for insubordination."
"Son of a bitch…!" Chris whispered harshly under his breath.
"And while we are on the subject of cars, Ms. Valentine and Mr. Burton, I'm putting you both on vehicle suspension for the remainder of the week."
"What, why!?" Jill exclaimed.
"But sir--!"
Wesker held up a hand, interrupting their protests. "I doubt Redfield was able to come up with the 'Free Bird' bit on his lonesome. The man is full of colorful ideas, but you two are well known for encouraging him to see it through."
"Shit…"
"Fuck, he got us there," Barry muttered to Jill.
"Mr. Frost," Wesker let out a deep sigh for this one as he once again took off his glasses to rub his eyes. "While you are out on patrol, you can't go around with chalk outlining cars and trucks that don't park within the lines in a parking lot or park to the curb exactly with an exclamation of 'asshole parking' and proceed to ticket."
"But it's a good warning system!" Joseph glared and shrugged. "If they can't parallel park for shit, then they had it coming! If you would've put me on another assignment instead of having me play meter boy, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"
"Mr. Frost, get over yourself," Wesker growled. "I know you're angered that I set you on this task, but need I remind you what the alternative would've been?"
"All because I started the whole 'Wesker shits standing up' bit? Man, you need to take a joke!"
"Enough!" Wesker raised his voice. Whatever was left of the chuckles and laughs ceased immediately. He felt a sense of pride rise in his body as well as his blood pressure, and let out a deep breath. "Alright people, let's take five, and we'll meet back here to cover the recent cannibal attacks."
As the STARs Alpha and Bravo teams single filed out of the room, Wesker thought he had a moment of peace until he heard Joseph holler:
"I still stand by what I said, Wesker shits standing up everyone!"
Wesker made a fist, his teeth clenched.
The thought of siccing a pack of Cerberus onto the man was beginning to sound more and more delicious with each passing minute. He smirked to himself, riding on the high from the visuals that came and went through his mind of Joseph being ripped apart.
Maybe Birkin and I can brainstorm later…
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Day 29: Rescue. (Mission Accomplished/Ending to the original RE4)
Day 30: S.T.A.R.S (Alpha Team)
I forgot to upload these pictures for the month!
But they’re here now, I’m glad I’ll have a chance to finish this challenge.
Hope you guys like it!
#resident evil#resident evil fanart#re:tober#resident evil 4#resident evil wesker#resident evil chris#resident evil jill#resident evil barry#resident evil brad#resident evil joseph#albert wesker#chris redfield#jill valentine#barry burton#brad vickers#joseph frost#resident evil leon#resident evil ashley#leon kennedy#ashley graham
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This is terrible I know but hear me out
#ethan winters#chris redfield#lucas baker#jack baker#jill valentine#brad vickers#resident evil#meme shit….. btw#jail art
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Alpha Team's Halloween theme that year was "Hunting Party"
#Resident Evil#Biohazard#Chris Redfield#Jill Valentine#Albert Wesker#Barry Burton#Brad Vickers#Joseph Frost#fan art#digital art
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Resident Evil 1996 - S.T.A.R.S.
#resident evil#biohazard#game#horror game#horror#resident evil 1996#biohazard 1996#s.t.a.r.s.#jill valentine#chris redfield#barry burton#rebecca chambers#albert wesker#richard aiken#enrico marini#joseph frost#forest speyer#kenneth j. sullivan#brad vickers
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BRAD VICKERS & JILL VALENTINE🌿 resident evil 3 remake, 2020
#jill valentine#brad vickers#re3 remake#re3make#resident evil 3 remake#resident evil#reviledit#residenteviledit#gamingedit#* mine.#* modded.
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Judging you
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#resident evil#s.t.a.r.s.#forest speyer#joseph frost#brad vickers#wesker re1#chris redfield#rebecca chambers#resident evil 1#edward dewey#kenneth j sullivan#richard aiken#enrico marini#barry burton
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RE1 is getting remade for the 30th Anniversary and here's why I support it and what I'd love to see in the RE1RR.
Updated with the next gen graphics in the RE Engine
The plan is obviously to remake RE5, but we need to do Wesker's OTHER big appearances first. I believe we should get the following released in the specific order. 1, 0, then Code Veronica and finally RE5. Cause if you tease RE5 and have Wesker, you should have the three games that featured Wesker before his death in RE5.
The atmosphere and tension of the Spencer Mansion in the new age and basically RE1 meets Village. The visual aesthetic of Village’s Castle Dimitrescu for Spencer Mansion.
Better characterization. Flesh out all the characters. Improve the plot/story.
Chris and Jill’s campaigns to be separate and different, so by the time they meet at the end they’ve both had their own adventure, and you need to play through both to see both sides. Perhaps give Chris the mines and Jill the guard house. Expand the mansion, and when they separate at the start they pick up different keys and access different areas. That way they story would be canon regardless of what happens, and there would be some variety. Also have Rebecca and Richard as playable paths, similar to Sherry and Ada in RE2R.
A playable Wesker mode with him having to move about the mansion and into the lab under a certain amount of time.
Also would like them to keep the REmake music (especially the save room theme), though they could always release a Deluxe Edition like 2R with the OG music too?
Additions. I would be happy with an entire new floor in the Spencer Mansion. Or making the Residence 3x as long. Adding a forest section, either during the opening and/or later in the game. Extended playable sequences for Rebecca and Barry – different locations for each, like how the Orphanage was entirely new for Sherry in 2R. An abandoned greenhouse near the guardhouse with Plant-42 and similar experimentation , an extended cemetery with more tombs, a third floor in Spencer Mansion, more floors in guardhouse, etc.
Making S.T.A.R.S. matter. The game begins at the R.P.D. After picking between Chris and Jill, you make your way from the garage and up into the department proper, crossing paths with various characters referencing the recent cannibal killings and the fact that Alpha and Bravo have been assigned. The walk through the RPD could be intercut with news reports and police banter about what’s been happening. You can interact with the various characters as much or as little as you want en route to the briefing room. Chris and Forrest can talk some trash and reference their apparent contest for top shot. Enrico can be seen helping Rebecca organize her equipment and her nerve. Joseph can be given more personality than being puppy kibble. Marvin can be caught informing Rebecca that she won’t be the rookie in a couple more months. Chief Irons can greet the player with the mask of a competent professional because his mind was still intact. Hell, perhaps we can even catch a glimpse of whatever act Wesker put on for the two years that made these people trust him. Wesker and Enrico would then host the briefing that will send them into mountains, still treating this like they think the suspects are hill people or whatever, culminating in Bravo Team taking point while Alpha Team remains behind. There could be some more small talk or some kinda time lapse before Richard makes contact in a panic before communications break down. Alpha Team immediately preps and heads out, complete with changing clothes in the locker room and gearing up. The player will actually play the search through the woods, discover the crashed helicopter, and play through the mad chase to the mansion where the game as we know it begins.
Throw the players off by changing the keys and rooms
Zombies, Crimson Heads and every other BOW in the first game
Defense weapons and head stomping
Lisa Trevor(she could work like as a stalker enemy)
Same notes, but add in some new ones
All the puzzles, but mix it up
Just give us “One more second and you were ALMOST A JILL SANWICH” let Barry be the cheesy bastard that we know him to be
Stick with the REVIll face model for Chris, but younger and less steroids. Like how many faces can he wear?????
Stick with the RE3R face model for Jill, but don’t let it look like she just got out of being dipped in the sewer
Include Zero as DLC. My pitch of a RE0R. But the main requirement for RE1 is for Rebecca to NOT be cowering in the corner. Rebecca CANNOT be in the corner cowering from a Hunter when she is more than capable. A simple scream of surprise, but when we reach Rebecca, we see that she's perfectly fine
Bonus costumes For Chris:Made In Heaven outfit, BSAA outfit, CVX STARS outfit For Jill:RE3 original and Remake, BSAA, RE:Resistance, and RE5 Battle Suit.
And finally getting what we never got in the original or the 2002 remake. The ending that has Chris, Jill, Rebecca and Barry in the chopper. So my big idea to make this happen is this. If we play as Jill, Chris makes it to the mansion with us. Jill and Barry go and investigate, while Chris and Wesker are outside. They vanish. Richard will mention that Rebecca Chambers left the mansion after hearing Brad’s radio and went to get help. We will later see Rebecca in the cell with Chris in Jill’s story. For Chris’ story, Barry makes it to the Mansion. Chris investigates the gunshot while Wesker will say they will split up and investigate the Mansion and everyone vanishes. Later in the game before we get to the lab, there would be a dropped Barry’s photograph. Later when we get to the cell, Barry will be in the cell with Jill. Barry apologizes to Chris for what he’s done and Chris understands why he did what he did and he can help make things right. Ultimately in both playthroughs, all 4 S.T.A.R.S. members work together to fight the Tyrant until ultimately Chris or Jill destroys the Tyrant with the rocket launcher. It ends with all 4 members escaping in the chopper as the Mansion explodes.
#Resident Evil#Resident Evil 1#Resident Evil Remake#Chris Redfield#Jill Valentine#Valenfield#Albert Wesker#Barry Burton#Rebecca Chambers#S.T.A.R.S.#STARS#Richard Aiken#Enrico Marini#Brad Vickers#Lisa Trevor#Edward Dewey#Joseph Frost#Forest Speyer#Kenneth J Sullivan
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#resident evil#chris redfield#jill valentine#barry burton#resident evil fanart#re1#resident evil 1#brad vickers#re1 fanart#Brian Irons#my art#digital art#art style
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Stars alpha reacting to their partner pulling a Richard and sacrificing themselves for them?
"Pulling a Richard" lol.
I'd like to apologize in advance to Lisa Trevor for this.
Joseph Frost, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Brad Vickers, Barry Burton, and Albert Wesker reacting to their s/o sacrificing themselves to save them.
(Gender ambiguous).
Warnings: death, blood, gore.
Masterlists here!
Joseph Frost
Arklay Mountains. It’s the evening of July 24, 1998. Led by Captain Wesker, you and four other members of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team are searching for signs of Bravo team and pilot Kevin Dooley, with whom contact was lost the day prior.
You trudge through the tall grass, gun unholstered and flashlight scanning over every dark shape in your path.
A persistent sense of unease hangs in the air. You’d be hard-pressed to think of another time you’ve felt so on edge while on the job.
There's shifting behind you. You whip your head around.
Joseph is standing there with his gun. "Jumpy?" he teases half-heartedly. You roll your eyes at him and resume what you were doing.
"Hey... wait a sec..." He motions for you to come over.
"What is it?" You point your light down as you approach. It catches a metal object laying in the grass between you. It's a gun. A standard-issue Beretta.
Joseph bends down to pick it up, which is when you realize that it's attached to something.
It's...
It's a hand.
A human hand with no human attached to it.
Joseph drops the severed part in shock. Both of you jolt away from it with a yelp.
Upon further inspection, realize that you know who it used to belong to. You recognize the fingerless glove and the wristwatch. They're part of a S.T.A.R.S. uniform. More specifically, the uniform of Edward Dewey from Bravo team.
For a moment, the only thing you can hear is the wind and your heart pounding in your ears. You can do nothing but stare in disbelief.
There have been a lot of deaths lately. Gruesome ones.
You’ve seen the crime scene photos.
You’ve seen the crime scenes.
They’re difficult to stomach.
But the feeling that washes over you here and now is particularly visceral. Every last drop of blood in your body has run cold. You feel dangerously close to hurling.
Edward is someone you see almost every day. He...
He’s a great man. A friend of yours.
He can’t be...
You finally manage to tear your gaze away and look at Joseph.
“...Eddie can still be kicking,” he says blankly. “Guy doesn’t need both hands to live.”
Yeah.
Yeah, Edward can still be out there. Alive. Hopefully. He's tough...
...
Is that...
...growling you're hearing?
Out of the corner of your eye, you realize something—multiple somethings are rapidly approaching. Joseph notices just a beat later than you do.
“Joey, watch out!” With all of your might, you shove your partner out of harm’s way.
He hits the ground.
A bloody creature collides with you, its sharp teeth sinking into the exposed skin of your forearm. You cry out, wrenching your arm to the side in a desperate attempt to make it release you. It does, tearing a chunk of flesh away in the process, and quickly latches back on.
A second beast joins in, causing you to lose your balance and fall.
Followed by another one.
And another.
And another.
There are so many. They look like dogs and smell like rotting corpses, but you aren't paying much attention to that. You're in so much pain, it's difficult to think. They're quite literally eating you alive and all you can manage to do is flail about, weakly attempting to get them off.
Joseph shouts your name in alarm, scrambling to pick up his gun. His weapon-mounted light illuminates the mass of creatures pinning you down. Blood and viscera glisten.
He fires round after round, trying to kill them.
Jill, Barry, Chris, and Wesker rush over to help.
Your screams abruptly stop, cut off by an awful, strangled, gurgling noise as a set of teeth manage to rip your throat out.
"No!" Joseph keeps firing, unable to process it all. Just because you've gone quiet doesn't mean you're dead, right? Right? There's a chance you're still alive. There has to be! "Get off! Get off!"
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
"Joseph, it's too late!" Chris grabs Joseph's shoulder, trying to make him stop. Joseph won't. "We have to go!"
This can't be happening. This can't be real. You're not gone. You're not!
The remaining beasts turn their attention toward the rest of the team.
Finally, Chris and Barry seize Joseph by the back of his tactical vest and physically drag him along as they start running. He doesn't stop calling your name, doesn't stop reaching for you even as your body becomes further and further away from them.
"Brad!" Chris shouts as their helicopter abandons them. "Brad! Where's he going?!"
This night can't get any worse. They end up seeking refuge in a mansion. The moment Jill slams the doors shut and locks them, Joseph plops down on the floor, breathing hard and cradling his head in his hands.
He can't believe it. You're gone just like that. It all happened so fast... And if you hadn't done what you did, it would've been him instead.
He wishes it were him instead. His eyes begin to burn.
Jill Valentine
It's the dead of night in the summer of 2005. You and Jill are stranded in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea on the Queen Zenobia, which just narrowly avoided being completely obliterated by the Regia SOLIS.
Unfortunately, the ship still ended up getting caught in the shockwave of the blast, leaving you to deal with even more water pouring into the ship.
It's time to clear out and fast.
Both of you are swimming through the flooded corridors in search of an exit when eventually, you make your way into a room that has yet to fill completely. The surface of the water is in view. You speed up, sparing a glance over your shoulder to where Jill ought to be.
She isn't there.
You come to an immediate stop, a jolt of panic passing through you as you spin around in an attempt to locate her.
You find her a little ways back, having fallen behind because she's busy grappling with a sea creeper that's caught up to her. Damn things!
It's gotten ahold of her legs and she's fighting to keep its wide maw away. Despite their spindly limbs, earlier encounters have let you know that they're rather strong.
There's already been quite a stretch between this and the last opportunity you got to get some air. In the time it would take you to pop your head out and swim back to help Jill, it could already be too late.
With that thought at the forefront of your mind, you ignore your body's desperate pleas to breathe and make your way over.
You unsheathe your Bowie knife. Using all of your might, you drive it straight into the B.O.W.'s soft shell.
Blood turns the water red. The creature reels back with a high-pitched cry and you take the opportunity to seize your partner.
With a tight grip on the equipment harness strapped to her back, you begin to swim upward, pushing yourself to go as fast as you can.
You're so close. Fresh oxygen is just within reach when something grabs hold of your ankle and sharply tries to yank you back.
Looking down, you find the same sea creeper giving things another go.
'Get offa me, dammit!' You slam the heel of your boot down on its covered head until it releases you, then kick away.
You lift Jill and force her above the surface, managing to get her arms hooked onto a ladder leading up to a catwalk.
There's yet another tug on your leg, far harsher than the last.
You release Jill, not wanting to risk pulling her down with you.
Bubbles begin to stream past your parted lips and water floods your lungs. The burning in your chest is beginning to worsen exponentially as you're dragged away, simply unable to hold your breath any longer than you already have. You're certain this is it for you.
Jill coughs and sputters. As the darkness begins to fade back to the edges of her vision and she's able to form a thought other than 'I need air or I'm gonna die down here', she processes that you haven't resurfaced along with her.
Her still-pounding heart leaps into her throat and she curses, diving back down without a moment's hesitation.
Her eyes instantly lock onto a red cloud in the water, which both you and the sea creeper are in. It has you in its grasp and you aren't struggling. You aren't moving at all.
As Jill closes the rest of the distance, she continues to hope against all hope that she can save you.
The handle of your blade is sticking out of the creature's back. She yanks it out and plunges it into a new spot, tugging you free and kicking the thing as hard as she can, sending it into a wall.
With you in tow, Jill makes her way above the water and back to the ladder.
You aren't breathing anymore when she successfully gets you onto the catwalk. She hastily begins to perform CPR, determined to fix that. She has to.
Unfortunately, she can't. It's already too late for you.
Finally, resignation begins to set in and she lets her hands still on your chest.
Jill is no stranger to losing people, and there's a persistent nagging fear in the back of her mind about losing more. You've often been at the forefront of it.
She's always tried to push it aside, though, always hoped that it wouldn't come to pass.
Her fingers tremble slightly as they curl into fists. She lets her head hang.
If only she hadn't let that damn B.O.W. catch up to her...
There's a lump forming in her throat that she tries to swallow as she stands, sending you a silent apology for letting you down.
...
Even if she wants to stay here with you, she knows this ship isn't going to last much longer. Cursing under her breath and blinking away the tears beginning to form in her eyes, Jill keeps moving. She has to...
Chris Redfield
"We're picking up a large bogey on radar. It's heading right for you!"
Just when you thought shit had already hit the fan, that message came through on comms and not even a minute later, a tandem rotor helicopter appeared, dropping off another absolutely massive—probably a good thirty feet tall—B.O.W. onto the team's already full plate.
Echo needs three anti-aircraft guns taken out before further help can be given, so everyone tries to provide cover for Finn as he sets the charges needed to blow them up.
The wrecked buildings around you provide little cover from the ogroman, which is intent on crushing the lot of you.
Chris points out a weakness that can be exploited: Soft, exposed red flesh around where a big metal connector is sticking out of its back.
You and a few others distract the beast with bullets. Chris manages to leap onto its back while you do so, ripping out a bit of protruding bone and driving it straight into the weak point. The process is rinsed and repeated a few times before the ogroman dies, dissolving into a foul-smelling, steaming goop that leaves you coughing.
Two anti-aircraft guns down, one more to go.
Everyone's comms crackle. "There's another giant B.O.W. closing in on your location!"
A loud roar rings out.
A massive hand grabs onto a rooftop, sending shingles raining down onto a few j'avo.
"It's the one we lost at the Two of Hearts," Piers points out.
Chris orders the team to prepare to engage. You follow Finn to the last gun, making use of an underground passage that leads you into another building. When you're standing on the top floor, the target of the objective comes into view, sitting on the ground below beside a barricade.
"Let's try to make this quick."
The ogroman has other plans.
Finn and Piers, a little ways ahead of you, head down the ladder.
You and Chris are stepping out from behind a partially destroyed wall when it turns and spots you there.
The two of you begin to unload your clips into it, not getting too many hits on that weak spot thanks to the way it's positioned itself.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"I'm out!" you announce.
"Me too," Chris says. "Look out!"
A massive hand shoots out toward you.
You both dive out of the way in time. You land back behind the wall, and Chris is still out in the open stretch. Another hole is smashed into the building.
The ogroman draws its arm back, then raises it up and prepares to sweep it across.
"Chris!" You don't even think, you just act, launching yourself back onto your feet and sprinting toward him. It'll hit him if you're not quick enough!
The arm grows closer.
With mere seconds to spare, you shove Chris back to the floor.
All the wind is knocked out of you as the ogroman makes contact, sending you sailing straight over the edge.
You make a graceful arc before colliding harshly with the pavement down below.
"Shit!" Chris shouts your name in alarm.
He needs to get to you.
"Cover me!"
He slides down the ladder while other members of the team show up to keep the ogroman busy.
A red puddle has begun to form beneath you. By some miracle, you're still responsive, but only barely.
"You're gonna be alright. You're gonna make it. Just hold on, okay?" Chris begins to drag you over to cover. You let out a groan, unable to process any of what you're hearing. "I need you here." Speaking into his comm, he calls for urgent first aid.
Before long, your feeble movements begin to peter out. Chris feels his stomach drop.
"No... No, come on. You have to stay with me. You have to!" You mean so much to him. He can't lose you. He can't. Not like this.
One last raspy, rattling breath leaves your lips before you're gone.
The grief, the devastation is like an instant weight settling upon Chris' shoulders. He slams his fists against the ground and cries out, leaning down to rest his head against your chest.
This is his fault... He'll never forgive himself.
Brad Vickers
"Pizza's here," you announce, shutting the apartment door with your foot. It's late in the evening, and you and Brad decided to call in and order one for dinner.
(Both of you also went ahead and ordered one for Brad's friend, Jill, who has scarcely left her home since being suspended. Brad would've been as well, had he joined in on the shouting match she and three other S.T.A.R.S. members got into with Chief Irons over the mansion incident. You know Brad still feels guilty about it).
"Brad. Pizza." You pop open the box and waft it in front of his face before placing it on the coffee table. He snaps out of it and sends you a small smile.
"You pick out something for us to watch already?"
"Uh-huh." He places the TV Guide down and picks up the remote. "They're showing one of our favorite flicks tonight, actually."
"Yeah? Which one?" You plop down beside him on the couch with a few paper plates in hand.
...
Hours have passed, and you've fallen asleep living room. The movie has long since ended, the remaining half of dinner is sitting abandoned, and Brad is snoring lightly beside you. You might've remained that way until morning...
...if not for a loud noise from somewhere on the street below waking you up.
You slowly straighten up, removing your head from your partner's shoulder.
Then, you begin to process the not-so-distant sounds of chaos. There are sirens and people screaming.
'What is going on...?'
An orange glow is bleeding from around the edges of the drawn curtains. You get up and pull them open. Multiple fires are burning.
You hurriedly wake Brad. "Hey. Something is wrong," you tell him as you drag him over to the window. "Very, very wrong. Look."
"Holy shit." He blanches. "We need to go."
You throw on a coat and shoes while Brad puts on his S.T.A.R.S. getup. He grabs his Beretta. All you have is a pocket knife.
The two of you make your way out of the apartment, hurriedly heading down the corridor and into the stairwell.
When you reach the emergency exit at the bottom of the stairs, you encounter a problem. Before Brad even gets the chance to push the door open, something rips it off the hinges. It's a huge figure clad head to toe in a black outfit, which is dotted with small yellow hazard symbols and staples.
"S.T.A.R.S...." it growls.
After a moment's hesitation, Brad seizes you by your sleeve and begins to high-tail it toward the front of the building. Time to try the front doors instead.
The thing gives chase. It's fast. Surprisingly so.
Brad aims his gun over his shoulder and opens fire. The bullets appear to have no effect. Not good.
It lifts its hand. A thin tentacle shoots out quick as lightning, wrapping around one of Brad's ankles and tripping him up. He lands harshly on the floor, his weapon slipping from his grasp. It begins to drag him.
"Help!"
You stagger to a stop, whipping around and grabbing hold of him. All that accomplishes is making the pursuer pull you along as well.
"Let go of him!" You take your blade and slice the appendage in two. The half still attached to it retreats. You help Brad up.
"S.T.A.R.S.!"
A new tentacle pops out of its sleeves. The moment you catch a glimpse of it, you put yourself directly behind Brad.
Rougher than before, the pursuer swings its arm back, yanking you over to it.
"Brad, run!"
Brad doesn't. He freezes in place.
It picks you up by your face, squeezing so tightly that it feels as though your skull might shatter. You struggle. "Run! Before it gets y—"
Your sentence is cut off by the tentacle going straight through your mouth and out the back of your head.
You're tossed aside, dead as dead can be.
You land facing Brad, your face stained red and your eyes wide open. He feels himself begin to shake.
Then, he runs.
This can't be happening. This seriously can't be happening!
He should have stepped in to help you. Doubly so after you had done that for him.
He should have done something. Anything but just stand there! What the hell is wrong with him?!
'Oh, god...'
When it seems that he's finally lost the pursuer, Brad slumps against the wall and slides down it until he's sitting. Alone in a random building, he cries harder than he has in a long time. He's so incredibly angry with himself for practically letting that happen.
There's a hole in his heart where you used to be that can simply never be filled again. You're gone. Gone. He can't believe it...
Barry Burton
As the Starlight slowly sinks into the waters below, explosions rattle it, illuminating the pitch-black night sky with bright oranges and yellows.
You, Barry, Leon, and Lucia stand safely aboard the deck of the Umbrella submarine Barry hijacked. Admittedly, you're still a little mad that he scared you again. A few years back, when you were both part of S.T.A.R.S., he pretended to betray you and the others the same way Wesker had.
He did it to protect your daughters and kept the ruse up long enough for Wesker to let his guard down. Tonight, he pulled a similar stunt. He made a fake deal with Umbrella and acted as though he was going to hand Lucia over to them, abandoning you and Leon on the ocean liner in the process.
"Sorry, honey," Barry says, noticing the sour look on your face. "I couldn't risk them finding out."
You sigh. "No, I get it. I just can't believe I fell for it again, even if only briefly."
"I guess I must be that good of an actor, huh?"
"I wouldn't go that far," you tease lightly. "It was just the panic of it all..."
"Ouch." Barry puts on a hurt expression.
Somewhere behind you, you hear the crackle of a radio. "Hey, I'm finally getting through to headquarters," Leon announces.
Barry places a hand on Lucia's shoulder. "I'm sure Polly and Moira will be excited to meet their new sister."
Lucia's eyes widen. "You guys were being serious?"
"Of course!" Your hand lands on her free shoulder. "Welcome to the family."
She grins. A genuine, happy-as-can-be grin.
"HQ, this is Leon. Mission accomplished. We're heading home."
You glance behind you in an attempt to see Leon, but he's standing closer to Barry. Your gaze only finds his shadow. You look away.
Over the sound of the rain and explosions, your ears manage to pick on a subtle gurgling noise.
Once again, you turn your head. The shadow is beginning to change. It's distorting and growing.
With dawning horror, you realize that all of the B.O.W.s haven't been eradicated, that it isn't actually Leon standing with you guys, that he's probably still aboard the Starlight.
"We aren't out of the woods yet!" is all you can manage in warning before the Tyrant finishes turning into its true form, red, intestine-like tentacles shooting out of the wide cavity in its stomach.
Barry doesn't even get the chance to fully pull his magnum from its holster before you throw yourself into the path of danger.
Rather than your husband, the appendages end up grabbing you instead. With how your arms end up pinned to your sides, you can't grab your pistol or knife to try and free yourself.
Panic instantly tightens itself around Barry's lungs. "Good god! Lucia, get inside!" He opens fire on the monster, desperate to make it release you.
It swings you all around, making it difficult for him to get a clean shot. It slowly but surely begins to squeeze you.
A big gray forearm collides with Barry, sending both him and his weapon flying across the deck.
The monster leaps off the sub and into the cold ocean, slowly sinking.
"No, no, no!" Barry practically throws himself over the railing, grasping it with one hand and desperately grabbing for you with the other. Just barely, he manages to take hold of your webbing.
The monster tightens its grip and there's an audible crack. You stop struggling.
...
Barry stills, his fingers going slack. He can't breathe, can't believe it. The devastation hits like a sucker punch to the gut.
Your body fully disappears into the dark waters. This is one of his worst nightmares.
He curses, banging his fist against the sub. It should have been him, not you! Why did you do that?
...He knows the answer. It's because he means as much to you as you do to him.
He knows he would've risked himself like that too if the roles were swapped.
He wishes that they were. What is he meant to do without you?
Albert Wesker
By all accounts, Albert Wesker should be dead. Instead, he's woken up as something else. Something more than human.
And now, he needs to leave this place before it turns into a pile of burning rubble. It isn't clear how much time is left before the self-destruct sequence goes off, but it ought to be enough for him to make it back out the doors.
Most of the bioweapons are easy enough to take out and get past.
There is, however, one problem—one nuisance that is refusing to leave him alone: Lisa Trevor. She's followed him all the way back up to the mansion proper. Since she doesn't have the good sense to give up, he's had to take a different route in an attempt to lose her.
Finally, he thinks he might have. The exit is close. Just down the stairs, in fact. He can see it.
A door behind him flies open. He turns, tightening his finger on the trigger of his Samurai Edge.
"Captain Wesker!"
Oh. It's only you.
Albert is pleased to see that you've made it this far. Not that there was much doubt in his mind that you would. You're one of the best S.T.A.R.S. has to offer when it comes to your combat abilities.
"Where'd—" Your eyes widen before your features twist in concern. "What the hell happened to you?"
It's evident that you haven't run into Jill, Chris, Barry, or Rebecca since everything that happened down in the basement labs. This could work to his advantage. He was hoping to have you join him.
Sparing a glance at the absurd amount of red staining the front of his tactical vest, Albert tells you, "It's nothing serious."
You head closer and stare at him incredulously. It's a lot of blood. As in, more than should be outside of anyone's body if they're still alive. Maybe not all of is his? He isn't acting like he's injured.
"...Alright, if you say so," you reply, unable to shake your worry completely.
"Come with me. We're leaving." Without waiting for another second, Albert starts heading down the stairs.
"But what about the others?"
"There's no point in going after them now,'" he answers vaguely. "I'll explain everything once we get outside."
You hesitate for a moment before beginning to follow him...
...Only to be stopped moments later by an awful, raspy moan and a hunched figure hobbling into the entrance hall with surprising speed.
'What is that?!'
It's clad in a raggedy blue medical gown, wearing a mask that appears to be made of stitched-together human faces, and making a beeline for Albert.
He moves to pull out the gun he just reholstered.
The monster hunches further. A load of worm-like tendrils shoot out of its back.
Everything seems to be happening in slow motion. Wordlessly, you throw yourself between the two of them in order to save your captain from further injury,
As though they were sharp knives, two of the tendrils pierce straight through you. One through your stomach, and another through your chest. You land in a limp pile on the marble floor, blood pouring from your wounds and past your lips.
...
No...
No, this won't do at all.
White-hot anger slowly begins to crawl through Albert's veins.
"You have no idea how grave of a mistake you've just made."
Yet again, he deals with her, this time ensuring that it will be the last time. You watch through half-lidded eyes, unable to truly process any of it. You're teetering dangerously on the edge of nothingness and it's far too late for you to be saved.
Albert just about unloads the rest of his ammunition into Lisa, saving his last bullet so that he can send the chandelier crashing upon her.
"Be a good girl and stay dead." He sneers, then turns to you.
You're already dead. He picks you up.
"Don't worry, my dear. I'll fix this. I will help you rise from the ashes as I did. I will make you something more."
#resident evil x reader#joseph frost x reader#jill valentine x reader#chris redfield x reader#brad vickers x reader#barry burton x reader#albert wesker x reader#joseph frost#brad vickers#jill valentine#chris redfield#barry burton#albert wesker#resident evil gaiden#resident evil 6#resident evil 3 remake#resident evil revelations#resident evil the umbrella chronicles#resident evil 1#resident evil
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My drawing of Nemesis from Resident Evil 3
@psychopathicraccoonleader on YT, IG and TT
#resident evil#nemesis#jill valentine#stars bravo team#carlos oliveira#resident evil apocalypse#my art#artists on tumblr#artwork#art#hand drawn#drawing#zombie#bio weapon#t virus#bow#brad vickers#video games#September 28th 1998#pencil#pencil drawing
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Tfw your team/polycule gets lost in the French countryside while trying to meet your gf’s dad 😔
This was supposed to be for week 3 for the “International Travel” prompt at @rerarepairmonth !!…..I’m sorry I’m late 😭💀
Anyways, look below for a few cute doodles!!
EDIT: Tumblr killed the quality, sorry if it’s a little blurry 😭
#rosey art#HI YEAH THIS WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO TAKE 3 DAYS#AS YOU CAN IMAGINE…IT DID NOT#anyways I love STARS but I especially love PolySTARS!!#also plz ignore the background I tried my very best but there’s only so much I can do as an artist who NEVER does backgrounds 💀#anyways I actually really like this piece! kinda proud actually! it’s been a while since I’ve done a huge piece like this!#resident evil#s.t.a.r.s.#joseph frost#chris redfield#brad vickers#albert wesker#jill valentine#PolySTARS
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Resident Evil 3: Nemesis (1999)
#resident evil 3#resident evil#resident evil 3 nemesis#gamingedit#reviledit#residenteviledit#jill valentine#brad vickers#*gifs#*ours#*mikey
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stars!!!
resident evil official comic book magazine 01 (1998)
#didnt include barry and wesker#cuz they didnt get cool jpg panels#and edward wasnt there at all ofc#dumdum hours#enrico marini#richard aiken#rebecca chambers#forest speyer#kenneth j sullivan#chris redfield#jill valentine#joseph frost#brad vickers#resident evil 1#resident evil 1996#comic panels
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I made a comprehensive infographic about the different skills of the STARS members that vary from expectable to utterly wild. Some of the characteristics of these people make me all the more feral for a game about them being alive and well and working together and Raccoon City.
#resident evil#albert wesker#jill valentine#chris redfield#special tactics and rescue squad#forest speyer#joseph frost#enrico marini#barry burton#rebecca chambers#Richard Aiken#kenneth j sullivan#Edward Dewey#brad vickers#s.t.a.r.s.#special tactics and rescue service#resident evil 1#resident evil remake#resident evil 0
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