April 2010

"What's your name soldier?" asked a man wearing a black suit walking towards the young soldier at the training area.

"Nivans, Piers sir," answered the soldier as he tried catching his breath then wiped the sweat that was forming on his forehead using the back of his gloved hand while the other hand held his weapon. He then looked at the man inquiring about his name. The man was wearing a suit yet, his build was so muscular that it was so obvious that this man was a soldier himself or had the same training as him.

"Nivans, eh?" repeated the man as he looked at the last name of the soldier on his uniform.

"Well, I saw your performance awhile ago during the training exercise and I can say that I am very much impressed with your skills," continued the man.

"Thank you sir," responded Piers appreciatively then his eyes drifted on the small identification card on the man's suit. But, even before he was able to read the man's name someone called him.

"Captain Redfield!" shouted a man in military uniform as he approached the man in suit then saluted at him.

"Captain, sorry to disturb you but, they are now ready to see you," informed the soldier. The captain was evidently disappointed with the conversation that was cut short.

"Ok, I'll be proceeding there then," answered the captain. The soldier then saluted at him again then left.

"Well, Nivans, nice meeting you," stated the captain.

"Likewise sir!" answered the young soldier then saluted at the man.

The captain turned away and walked a couple of steps when he suddenly stopped in his tracks. The young soldier was confused with the captain's sudden action and just continued to look at the man's back.

"Nivans," called the captain as he slowly faced the young soldier once more and looked at him intently.

"If ever you are looking for something more challenging… or exhilarating… why don't you join the B.S.A.A., we could definitely use someone like you there," proposed the captain as a smirk played on his lips then turned around to take his leave.

The young soldier stood there speechless and astounded as he just watched the captain walk away and disappeared into the corridor of the building.

CHAPTER 1

~ Proposition ~

June 2010

The sky was perfect blue with only a few clouds drifting in the flawless scenery. It seemed as if there's nothing wrong happening in the world right now— no viral outbreaks, no B.O.W.s, no bio-terrorists, no wars. The blue sky seemed to give the illusion that there was once again peace in the world. It was an illusion that people were willing to take— to believe in if it meant living their lives normally. For others however, the illusion was but the reality that the nightmare was still present and it will continue to worsen if no one was going to stop it.

A bus slowly made its stop in front of the military base. The bus door then made a mechanical hiss once it opened to give way to the young man wearing a simple white v-neck shirt, a pair of dark jeans and black and white sneakers. He then wore his aviator sunglasses when he exited the bus while carrying his duffle bag with his right hand. The bus closed its door and drove away leaving the young man in his place. Afterwards, the man walked straight into the building to take shelter from the heat of the weather.

Inside the building, the man felt relieved as the cool air from the air-conditioning unit of the building made contact with his skin. The interior of the building looked pleasant— white walls, a few hanging art pieces, potted plants, and some wooden chairs and other wooden furniture. He then made his way to the receptionist to inquire.

"Excuse me miss," he called from the other side of the high round reception desk, removing his sunglasses to look at the female receptionist who was busy typing something in the computer.

When the receptionist moved her eyes away from the computer monitor to the source of the voice, she was taken aback on how handsome the inquiring young man looked.

"G-good morning sir, what can I do for you?" she stammered as she tried to answer the man without blushing.

"I'm here for the orientation of the recruits," he answered her while gently dropping his duffle bag on the floor.

"Oh, well the orientation will take place in the orientation room located near the end of this corridor," explained the receptionist to him while standing and making hand gestures to easily show the direction of the room.

"Thanks," expressed the young man, picking up his duffle bag to make his way to the orientation room.

"Wait," intervened the receptionist, "if you… need help in other things or you have trouble location rooms— don't worry because I'll be here to lend you a hand."

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind—"

"Dianne," interrupted the woman, "my name is Dianne Evans." The receptionist with long braided blonde hair then extended her hand to the man. Dianne looked pretty even if she was wearing the same uniform as the other female workers there. With blonde hair, green eyes, and her youth— she was not hard on the eyes.

"Nice meeting you Dianne," uttered the young man, extending his hand to meet her hand in a handshake. "My name is Piers Nivans."

"Piers Nivans… that's such a nice name for a soldier," flirted Dianne while she tucked some blonde hair behind her ear. Piers clearly noticed that Dianne seemed interested in him but he can't waste time flirting with the receptionist if he was going to get to the orientation on time. Furthermore, he can't be distracted with such petty things if he wanted to do well in his training.

"Thanks," answered Piers, "well Dianne… nice meeting you but, I better get going now. Don't worry I know where to find you in case I get lost." He faintly smiled at her and then quickly walked towards the orientation room.

As Piers made his way to the room, he can't help but notice the female attention or stares that he was getting along the corridors. It looked like a scene from a movie where all eyes were on the main character as he was striding along the corridor in slow motion while some music was playing in the background. If it was just anyone else, they would have probably reveled in the attention but, Piers was there not for the attention or glory—he was there for more serious reasons.

In Pier's life, there came a time when he was able to accomplish and attain a lot of things but, he got bored of it and that was why he yearned for something more challenging— something more exciting. This was why he now found himself walking towards the orientation room.

Upon entering the designated room he quickly saw the big logo of the B.S.A.A. on the wall and the large number of recruits in the room. The room was filled with a variety of people—men and women, young and experienced, civilians and soldiers. He surveyed the room to look for a vacant seat next to someone normal— someone who he can easily converse with. He then noticed that there were plenty of young people dressed casually sitting together. He assumed that those young men were probably friends that decided to experience and get a piece of the action by joining the B.S.A.A. They probably thought that it will be as easy and as fun as playing Call of Duty. In another part of the room, there were also people in military uniform talking to one another—they were probably talking about their experiences on the field and why they decided to join the B.S.A.A. just like him.

Piers somehow had the urge to seat along with the uniformed group but looking at how he was dressed, he thought that they would probably mistake him as one of those trigger happy youngsters. So, he shunned the idea of sitting with them and opted to just find a vacant seat no matter who was sitting next to him. He then saw a vacant chair in the front row on the far right side between a sleeping man and someone busy reading some paperwork.

Upon reaching the vacant seat, he placed his duffle bag down, settled down on the chair and waited for the orientation to begin. After sometime, Piers' excitement and anticipation in joining the B.S.A.A. started to show when he started tapping his fingers on his leg. This mannerism of his then caught the attention of the person sitting next to him.

"Nervous?" asked the person on his left.

When he moved his head to look at the person who spoke to him, all of a sudden he seemed lost for words.

"Are you nervous?" repeated the woman as she placed the documents that she was reading down and looked at Piers with her blue eyes. She then tilted her head to the side as she waited for his reply.

"N-no, I'm not… more of excited if I could say so," answered Piers as he tried to collect his cool and looked at the woman wearing a grey long sleeve shirt, a pair of black slim jeans, and white sneakers who was now facing him. The woman's short brown hair framed her face and further accentuated how beautiful her face really was.

"How about you, are you nervous… or anxious?" asked Piers in return, shifting his body to face the woman.

"Well, not really," replied the woman in confusion with his question. "I'm probably excited like you or like everyone else in this room," she stated while looking at the rest of the people in the orientation room who were still busy talking with one another.

"Besides, I don't think these people know the meaning of nervous or anxious if you ask me. Just take a look at that group for example," she pointed out, moving her head to the group's direction for him to look at.

Piers couldn't help but grin upon seeing a group of young men dressed casually pretending to be zombies and attacking one of their friends. The one being attacked then tried to defend himself by hitting his zombie friends with a rolled up paper.

"Well, I don't think he'll last long with that kind of weapon," commented Piers while a smile unfolded in his lips.

"You're right, but, you got to admire his fighting spirit," she acknowledged, "because besides the fact that he is outnumbered and that his friends all became zombies, he still continues to fight for his survival."

Piers returned his attention to the woman upon detecting a hint of sadness in her words while the farce continued from the distance.

"Well, that is why it's important to concentrate and perform well in the training on dealing with the infected and B.O.W.s so such event could be avoided," explained Piers.

"Yeah, you're right," agreed the woman as she returned her attention to Piers. "Although… those guys over there could really use some basic and extra military training judging that all their combat experiences came from video games."

Piers laughed at the woman's comment because he was definitely thinking the same thing as her.

"So, how about you soldier?" asked the woman while taking a quick look at his duffle bag on the floor, "do you think you could handle such things?"

"Well definitely," he answered confidently, "because I have completed my military training, I have plenty of real military experiences and I was trained by my father ever since I could hold a weapon."

"Well, it's nice to know that not everyone in this room will be starting from scratch," the woman commented, smiling at Piers, "besides, judging from the looks of those who are in this room, you are not the only one who had some training and military experience."

"How about you?" inquired Piers looking at her mischievously, "you don't look like those military people over there and you definitely are not the type of person who will join the army just for the thrill of holding a weapon or killing the bad guys and you are definitely not the type of person who will leave her makeup and stylish clothes because one day you just woke up and decided to save the world."

"Oh, wait, wait," intervened Piers as he leaned closer to the woman to share his theories, not even giving her a chance to react to his assumptions.

"It is probably because of a guy— you're here because your boyfriend is part of the B.S.A.A. and it tears up your heart not seeing him or being with him, so you are here so both of you can be together… or something like that," teased Piers, displaying his boyish charms by smiling at the woman and waiting for her reply.

"Well… it's not actually a boyfriend— it's more of a girlfriend," jeered the woman, leaning closer to him and raising an eyebrow seductively.

"Really? Well, this is getting interesting," declared Piers, shifting his seating position. The woman's revelation suddenly made him excited. "Today is probably my lucky day."

Silence then enveloped both Piers and the woman as they both waited for a reaction or response from each other from the awkwardness of their situation.

"For real?" asked Piers seriously, breaking the silence between them. He was actually weighing whether the woman was serious or just pulling his leg. The woman noticed the blush that appeared on Piers' face and all she could do was laugh at him.

"I can't believe you took it seriously!" stated the woman while laughing at the young man's reaction. "Do I look like someone who swings that way?"

Honestly, Piers' couldn't imagine the woman being attracted to another female, but, it's not hard to imagine that both male and female could be attracted to her. Come on, gorgeous face, blue eyes, long lashes, luscious lips, and a body to die for— who wouldn't want to be with someone like her? If she was a distraction to him now, then it will take all of his will and concentration to focus on his training or she will be the death of him and his B.S.A.A. career.

"Of course not," he replied innocently, composing himself and clearing his throat. "Well, kidding aside, what's your back story?"

"You might be surprised," she declared, switching her attention to the man with the B.S.A.A. logo on his uniform that just entered the room. It seemed that the orientation of the recruits was going to begin. However, Piers was more interested to listen to her answer than what the B.S.A.A. officer was going to say.

"Good morning, my name is Lt. Samuel Thomas and I would like to welcome all of you here to the B.S.A.A. training camp…"

"Believe it or not but I was actually a police officer," confessed the woman looking at Piers once again, not paying any attention to the man who was talking in front.

"A police officer, really?" he questioned her, shifting his position in his seat showing great interest to know more about her back story.

"Well, not really a cop, but I was actually part of a special task force that dealt with terrorists, drug dealers, and other serious crimes or cases," elaborated the woman while shifting her eyes to the B.S.A.A. officer in front who continued to address the group of recruits in the room.

"…and to officially welcome all of you to the B.S.A.A. may I call on one of its founding members and a high-ranking officer and agent…"

"Special task force, huh? From what city if I may ask?" probed Piers as he continued to look at the woman with interest.

"…Raccoon City," she muttered, locking her clear blue eyes with his hazel ones.

"…Miss Jill Valentine."

The woman stood up upon hearing her name, carrying her papers and made her way to join the B.S.A.A. officer in front of the room. All eyes were on her now and Piers was still in shocked with her response and with the revelation that he was conversing with none other than the legendary Jill Valentine— one of the few survivors of the Arklay Mansion and Raccoon City Incidents and one of those people responsible for bringing Umbrella's downfall.

Nothing seemed to be absorbed in Piers' mind with what Jill was saying. All Piers could do was watch her from his seat while she delivered her speech. Somehow, he felt guilty and like an ass for conversing with her casually— mistaking her for just any girl and even tried hitting on her— this was clearly the death of him and his career.

"…and I'm looking forward to working with all of you here and on the field. Thank you once again and welcome to the B.S.A.A.," declared Jill, finishing her speech. She then looked at Piers one more time— locking with his eyes, and then departed the orientation room.

After Jill Valentine left the room, Lt. Samuel Thomas continued with the orientation of the recruits. At this point, Piers couldn't care less anymore for there were plenty of things going on his mind right now but, he was definitely certain of one thing.

"Captain Redfield was right… things are definitely more interesting and challenging here in the B.S.A.A.," Piers muttered to himself, smirking at his realization.


Author's Notes:

I'm actually a Valenfield fan as well as a Wesker x Jill fan but after playing RE 6 and seeing how devoted Piers was to Chris, this made me think that there was probably a deeper or another reason why Piers was so devoted to Chris besides the fact that he admires or looks up to him. So this gave me the idea to come up with this story.

Also based from the game document (serpent emblem), Chris actually asked Piers to join the B.S.A.A. in 2010. This actually gives me about 2 years of timeline to make this story unfold before the events of RE 6 transpire.

I actually revised this chapter, placing the year of events and as well as using the past tense for the story.