Title: Cornelius Institute
Author: Crazy Ivan and Lady Bethia
Series: Sub Plots to Lynx
E-Mail: lady-bethia@yahoo.com, the_crazy_ivan@yahoo.com
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Pairings: None
Ratings: PG
Warnings:
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the original ideas here. Resident Evil
isn't mine, the original characters aren't mine. Nor do I even vaguely
claim ownership nor influence on the X-Men. Wish I did. Don't. No profit
motive, just the enjoyment of an idea. And expansions on the traits and
characteristics of a character from a modern based RPG. Dr. Steiner is my
original character. Before Lynx is rescued from Sinister's lab.
The Cornelius Institute: (Prologue)
By the closing of the 20th Century,
The Umbrella Corporation had become the largest
Commercial entity in the United States.
9 of every 10 homes contain it's products.
It's political and financial influence is felt everywhere.
In public, it is the worlds leading supplier of;
Computer Technology,
Medical Products and Research,
Healthcare.
Unknown even to it's own employees, it's massive
Profits are generated by:
Military Technology,
Genetic Experimentation,
Viral Weaponry.
Unknown to even many of it's Board of Directors,
It's reach was larger than they expected.
And it's subsidiaries diverse and unorthodox,
but Very, Very Profitable.
One of the secret crown jewels of the Umbrella Corporation,
Was a little known group in the
Bayou area of Louisiana.
The Cornelius Institute.
Hidden in the swamps of bayous of Louisiana, south and west of New Orleans is a small township, with an old history. The Town and Parrish of Barataria. One time home to pirates and smugglers, then Heroes of the Battle of New Orleans. Now, apparently, a sleepy little town, with a secret. Further into the swamp was found the Cornelius Institute. A bioresearch facility founded in the days before World War II. In the year 1937, in fact. This was the secret of the Town of Barataria. An open secret, but well kept nonetheless.
In the spring of 1937 a Doctor came out of Europe, and founded the institute. And gave it over to bio-technological research. The Doctor and his associates found ways to mass- produce penicillin, and other antibiotics. Found biotoxins and their antidotes to counter what Nazi German created, and Battalion 426 of the Japanese Imperial Army. Better- found common drugs that could help heal the troops quickly, ease their pains and sooth their sores. The jungles of Southeast Asia would have eaten the American G.I.'s and Marines, just like their Japanese counterparts without the products of the Cornelius Institute.
Many a report came out of the bayou, signed by Doctor Steiner. And few knew anything about this enigmatic doctor, with the German sounding name. His immigration papers indicated he was of English birth. Yet few could put face to the name. He ignored the Pentagon and the Whitehouse with requests to appear, then orders to appear. And sent couriers of these august bodies away with empty hands when sent to fetch him to Washington. But with one warning, 'leave me alone, or I'll quite producing.' The Doctor generated medical miracles. So they wisely left him alone.
Not even 'Tail Gunner Joe' McCarthy could pull the Doctor out of his retreat in the Bayou during the time of the 'Red Scare.' And the Doctor kept his promise, in that age and day. He stopped producing for the U.S., and the civilized world. And when McCarthy was ejected from the Senate, the Cornelius Institute resumed it's patenting of medicines, and selling of technology and patent uses to the world at large again.
In the sixties, the Doctor started publishing papers and medications based on genetic research, especially research showing how to stabilize the newly understood X-Factor. And finding ways to enhance or suppress its development. And made more money, reinvesting it in expanding the Institute, and developing the Town and Parrish of Barataria. Barataria became like Lake Woe-Begone. The men were all tall and strong, the women beautiful, and all the children were exceptional. One Biologist studying the swamps made a quip, before his accident, "Hell, here, even the gators are monstrous healthy."
The people of the Parrish support the Institute, it represents jobs, it represents security, and it represents growth and prosperity for the Parrish. They support the Institute, and it's enigmatic Doctor. A Doctor known to the locals in English as 'The Little Monkey Doctor." A loyalty well earned, and mutual.
During the 60's, 70's and early 80's the Institute grew in reputation as one of the main centers for genetic research. Finding ways to get things done, that most labs found impossible, or at least highly difficult. Correspondence between Doctor Steiner and some of the greatest minds on genetics and biological research in the world was known to go out in the world. Rumor included one Doctor Charles Xavier in this list of correspondents, and an obscure Doctor Nathan Essex in England. Nationality didn't matter much, knowledge and a desire to research did. Letters found their way behind the Iron Curtain before it's collapse. And when it did, loose scientists from the former Soviet Union, and other members of the collapsing Warsaw Pact, moved to Barataria, took up residence, and settled into comfortable obscurity. Barataria had a brain trust to rival that of the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory, as well as the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory, MIT, even the Center for Disease Control lost researchers to an obscure little facility in the Louisiana Swamps.
In the late 1980's, it was a major financial coup, when the Umbrella Corporation managed to buy controlling interest in this obscure little institute in the swamps of Louisiana. Umbrella Corporations stock grew, and they gained the clout to expand to their modern level of imminence. And the Institute kept cranking out biological research and processes. They didn't manufacture, but they told others how they could. They pointed the way, and found cures for diseases almost as fast as new diseases appeared. And there was contentment in the Umbrella Corporation. Between Raccoon City, the Cornelius Institute, and a hand full of other facilities around the country and world, Umbrella Corporation reached it's level of preeminence in the world.
Profits were good, life was good, and then someone got careless.
Then came the accident at the Raccoon City Facility, and the spill over into Raccoon City itself. Caliban Bay, and the S.T.A.R.S. investigations grew. And all was not well in the garden of earthly delights. The Cornelius Institute started rumbling with displeasure. The 'Little Monkey Doctor,' was not pleased. And the Board of Directors knew it. The question was, what would come of this displeasure? And what would be done about it?
Time alone could and would tell, and time was running out.
The Cornelius Institute: (Prologue)
By the closing of the 20th Century,
The Umbrella Corporation had become the largest
Commercial entity in the United States.
9 of every 10 homes contain it's products.
It's political and financial influence is felt everywhere.
In public, it is the worlds leading supplier of;
Computer Technology,
Medical Products and Research,
Healthcare.
Unknown even to it's own employees, it's massive
Profits are generated by:
Military Technology,
Genetic Experimentation,
Viral Weaponry.
Unknown to even many of it's Board of Directors,
It's reach was larger than they expected.
And it's subsidiaries diverse and unorthodox,
but Very, Very Profitable.
One of the secret crown jewels of the Umbrella Corporation,
Was a little known group in the
Bayou area of Louisiana.
The Cornelius Institute.
Hidden in the swamps of bayous of Louisiana, south and west of New Orleans is a small township, with an old history. The Town and Parrish of Barataria. One time home to pirates and smugglers, then Heroes of the Battle of New Orleans. Now, apparently, a sleepy little town, with a secret. Further into the swamp was found the Cornelius Institute. A bioresearch facility founded in the days before World War II. In the year 1937, in fact. This was the secret of the Town of Barataria. An open secret, but well kept nonetheless.
In the spring of 1937 a Doctor came out of Europe, and founded the institute. And gave it over to bio-technological research. The Doctor and his associates found ways to mass- produce penicillin, and other antibiotics. Found biotoxins and their antidotes to counter what Nazi German created, and Battalion 426 of the Japanese Imperial Army. Better- found common drugs that could help heal the troops quickly, ease their pains and sooth their sores. The jungles of Southeast Asia would have eaten the American G.I.'s and Marines, just like their Japanese counterparts without the products of the Cornelius Institute.
Many a report came out of the bayou, signed by Doctor Steiner. And few knew anything about this enigmatic doctor, with the German sounding name. His immigration papers indicated he was of English birth. Yet few could put face to the name. He ignored the Pentagon and the Whitehouse with requests to appear, then orders to appear. And sent couriers of these august bodies away with empty hands when sent to fetch him to Washington. But with one warning, 'leave me alone, or I'll quite producing.' The Doctor generated medical miracles. So they wisely left him alone.
Not even 'Tail Gunner Joe' McCarthy could pull the Doctor out of his retreat in the Bayou during the time of the 'Red Scare.' And the Doctor kept his promise, in that age and day. He stopped producing for the U.S., and the civilized world. And when McCarthy was ejected from the Senate, the Cornelius Institute resumed it's patenting of medicines, and selling of technology and patent uses to the world at large again.
In the sixties, the Doctor started publishing papers and medications based on genetic research, especially research showing how to stabilize the newly understood X-Factor. And finding ways to enhance or suppress its development. And made more money, reinvesting it in expanding the Institute, and developing the Town and Parrish of Barataria. Barataria became like Lake Woe-Begone. The men were all tall and strong, the women beautiful, and all the children were exceptional. One Biologist studying the swamps made a quip, before his accident, "Hell, here, even the gators are monstrous healthy."
The people of the Parrish support the Institute, it represents jobs, it represents security, and it represents growth and prosperity for the Parrish. They support the Institute, and it's enigmatic Doctor. A Doctor known to the locals in English as 'The Little Monkey Doctor." A loyalty well earned, and mutual.
During the 60's, 70's and early 80's the Institute grew in reputation as one of the main centers for genetic research. Finding ways to get things done, that most labs found impossible, or at least highly difficult. Correspondence between Doctor Steiner and some of the greatest minds on genetics and biological research in the world was known to go out in the world. Rumor included one Doctor Charles Xavier in this list of correspondents, and an obscure Doctor Nathan Essex in England. Nationality didn't matter much, knowledge and a desire to research did. Letters found their way behind the Iron Curtain before it's collapse. And when it did, loose scientists from the former Soviet Union, and other members of the collapsing Warsaw Pact, moved to Barataria, took up residence, and settled into comfortable obscurity. Barataria had a brain trust to rival that of the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory, as well as the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory, MIT, even the Center for Disease Control lost researchers to an obscure little facility in the Louisiana Swamps.
In the late 1980's, it was a major financial coup, when the Umbrella Corporation managed to buy controlling interest in this obscure little institute in the swamps of Louisiana. Umbrella Corporations stock grew, and they gained the clout to expand to their modern level of imminence. And the Institute kept cranking out biological research and processes. They didn't manufacture, but they told others how they could. They pointed the way, and found cures for diseases almost as fast as new diseases appeared. And there was contentment in the Umbrella Corporation. Between Raccoon City, the Cornelius Institute, and a hand full of other facilities around the country and world, Umbrella Corporation reached it's level of preeminence in the world.
Profits were good, life was good, and then someone got careless.
Then came the accident at the Raccoon City Facility, and the spill over into Raccoon City itself. Caliban Bay, and the S.T.A.R.S. investigations grew. And all was not well in the garden of earthly delights. The Cornelius Institute started rumbling with displeasure. The 'Little Monkey Doctor,' was not pleased. And the Board of Directors knew it. The question was, what would come of this displeasure? And what would be done about it?
Time alone could and would tell, and time was running out.