Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or Biohazard as it's called in Japan. And I would like to say this is the first time I've attempted a multi-story Resident Evil Fanfiction, and a Sci-fi fic at that so please bear with me. I'm feeling a little adventurous, and thought I might as well give it a try. And I would like to say, I have no problem with bad reviews, if you have any criticism, then sister/brother BRING IT ON!
Part 1 – Basic Training
June 8th, 1977, Protocol 1, a law of war created after the Geneva Convention gave the definition of a Mercenary:
1. A mercenary shall not have the right to be a combatant or a prisoner of war
2. A mercenary is a person who:
a. is especially recruited locally or abroad in order to fight in an armed conflict
b. does, in fact, take part in the hostilities
c. is motivated to take part in the hostilities essentially by the desire for private gain and, in fact, is promised, or on behalf of a party to the conflict, material compensation substantially in excess of that promised or paid to combatants of similar ranks and functions in the armed forces of that Party
d. is neither a national of a Party to the conflict nor a resident of territory controlled by a Party to the conflict
e. is not a member of the armed forces of a Party to the conflict
f. has not been sent by a State which is not a Party to the conflict on official duty as a member of the armed forces.
January 2nd, 2018, the Washington D.C. office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation hires Blackwater Mercenary David Michael Richards to hunt down a Serial Killer targeting members of Congress.
May 3rd, 2018, Richards identifies the Congress Killer as former Secret Service agent Brad Michaels.
June 7th, 2018, Richards is regarded as the man that saved U.S. President Lauren Williams, the first female U.S. President.
June 7th, 2042, Retired Blackwater Operative & Congressman David M. Richards is present on the thirty fourth anniversary of when he saved former President Lauren Williams from former Secret Service agent Brad Michaels at a televised meeting on Capitol Hill that passes the DMR Bill, a congressional document that gives Private Military companies the ability to start their own divisions within the U.S. Military.
November 12th, 2098, the first city-sized colony is set up on Mars complete with trade-routes, the Blackwater division of the United Earth military are given Police powers.
October 17th, 2121, the discovery of faster-than-light space travel leads to four colonies being established in three solar systems surrounding Sol, the Blackwater division is turned into the Blackwater Military.
May 1st, 2122, a routine patrol to test the possible colonization of a planet in an unexplored galaxy leads to a skirmish between an unknown alien empire known as the Great Space Alliance which causes the First Contact War.
May 2nd, the population of a species known as Tigra split between the Great Space Alliance and the Blackwater Military.
May 9th, with several million Tigra now on the side of the advancing Blackwater Military, the Great Space Alliance considers surrender.
May 17th, another species known as Altanians join sides with the Blackwater Military and force the surrender of several founding species of the Great Space Alliance.
May 21st, the Great Space Alliance signs the Blackwater Pact, officially notifying their surrender.
June 1st, 2122, the Blackwater Military is renamed the Blackwater Army and dissolved into the Space Defense Force, forming the Alliance Military.
March 29th, 2180, a bill is passed through the Great Space Alliance saying all adolescents, age sixteen or above must go through basic training for the military before they turn twenty, and take the MT-8, a test that shows where you stand in terms of where you should be in the military.
While basic training is mandatory, military service is voluntary.
May 6, 2276, Terragrigia, a large Kepler-6b planet, and the GSA's Basic Training camp for advanced military students, and May 6th was the day the students dreaded – it was time to take the MT-8.
For a young six-foot-one, twenty-year-old Caucasian human male named Chris Redfield it was the most stressful day of his life, every recruit dreaded taking the test, he wanted nothing more than to be a pilot like his old man, Tiberius James Redfield who received the Crest of Damocles for his heroic actions in the battle of Titan VI during the Great Biohazard War.
In order to be a pilot, though, a recruit has to make at least a 10.50 on the MT-8, and the average recruit is lucky to make a 5.10 which would only qualify them for the Infantry Corps, and at best the O.D.T. (Orbital Drop Troopers).
Chris and his fellow recruits entered the testing room which was a large dome-shaped building where the recruits would be strapped into chairs very similar to the chairs used in The Matrix to enter the Matrix where they would take the test in a simulated environment.
The recruits wore mid-shin black leather lace-up shoes, digital Prussian blue, black, and ash-grey camo pants, and ash-grey tee-shirts.
Jogging single-file into the testing room with their Drill-Sergeant behind them, the recruits entered the trailer save for one recruit who slipped on the stairs, and fell.
Chris knelt down to help give the recruit a hand up, and as he helped the recruit to his feet, the Sergeant walked up to them, "RECRUIT REDFIELD," He yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?"
"Sir, nothing sir!" Chris exclaimed.
"Then why'd you help him," the Sergeant asked, "You two fucking?"
"Sir, no sir," Chris exclaimed, "I was just trying to help a fellow recruit!"
"You are learning how to be soldiers," the Sergeant exclaimed, "Not learning how to be friends! Do that again, and I'll break your arm clean off! Now get inside scumbags!"
Chris and the recruit entered, and stood at attention next to their fellow recruits as Lieutenant First Class Michael Talbot walked up to his desk in his dress uniform, "Morning recruits," he said, "Sorry for the wait. Today is the most important day of your young lives. I have to say though I wish you all the best being as the last three recruit classes that have taken this have not made above a 7.50. But do your best. Sound good?"
"Yes sir!" The recruits all exclaimed.
The recruits walked up to Lieutenant Talbot to get their assignment, when it came Chris's turn, he stood at attention in front of the Lieutenant, "Name recruit." He said.
"Cadet Christopher Redfield sir!" Chris exclaimed.
"Station D-12 Cadet." Talbot said.
Chris saluted the Lieutenant, jogged over to D-section, and up to the twelfth chair.
As he sat down, he leaned back which allowed him to look up at the ceiling, as he placed his arms on the arm-rests, a glass dome encased the chair, and two small bars that extended from the sides of the dome, formed an arc over his forehead, and several blue lights drew a blue line across his forehead.
At first Chris thought his brain was on fire, but that changed when he sharply inhaled, and was pulled into the simulated environment to take the test.
The MT-8's questions consist of problem solving, military protocol, psych evaluations, and investigation skills.
As Chris was taking the test, you could see his eyes were moving fast underneath his eyelids, known as Rapid Eye Movement or R.E.M., the same thing happens when you dream.
The MT-8 consists of 5,000 questions, but the recruits only have four hours to take the exam. The average recruit never makes it past 2,000, the record in 2226 stood at 3,562 questions answered, and interestingly enough, the same person that had the record for the most questions answered also had the highest score of 36.94.
When the four-hour alarm had sounded, Chris had made it through 2,689 questions.
When he stepped out there was an RSV-20, a humanoid robot designed to be sort of like a butler stood there with a glass of water, and a small red pill, "You'll be dizzy and nauseous after taking the test," he said as he held out the glass which Chris took, "Take this."
After everyone else took their pills, Chris took the pill which he examined, "This is not the right pill," he said as he placed it back on the tray, stood up, and held out his hand, "The right one please."
The RSV simply held out his hand, and dropped a small blue pill in his hand, "Well done passing the final part of your test," he said as Chris took the pill, "You're the fifth person to spot this."
"Who was the last?" Chris asked.
"Your father," the RSV said, "He was a great student, the person before him to discover this was Councilor Graham who was an Air Corps pilot: he was the third person to notice the pill-swap."
(I'm running out of names guys, and I only know of two good politicians in Resident Evil which are President Adam Benford, and President Graham, every other politician is either corrupted by Umbrella/ The Family, or just a useless sack of shit).
"Thanks," Chris said as he walked down the stairs to stand at attention in front of Lieutenant Talbot's desk.
"For the hundredth time no one has broken the record for the most questions answered on the MT-8," Talbot said, "But Redfield, good work. You answered more questions than anyone else in the class, and you managed to spot the false pill. Fifth person to spot it. Congratulations because your training is complete, and you have authorization to leave. Redfield, you have the go-ahead to pack up your things. The rest of you have time to grab some grub and clean up both the barracks, and yourselves."
Chris went back to his barracks, and as he was packing up his stuff, the Staff-Sergeant that chastised him for helping his fellow recruit up walked in, "Recruit Redfield," he exclaimed as he saw Chris packing up.
"Sir!" Chris exclaimed as he shot into attention.
"Today," the Sergeant said as he stood in front of Chris, "You are no longer dead weight. Today you are a graduate. You still want to be a pilot?"
"It's what my dad did sir." Chris said.
"Indeed," the Sergeant said, "It is customary in this situation to wish you good luck. However, I believe someone like this deserves something a little bit better," the Sergeant reached into the back of his belt, and pulled out a knife sheath.
Chris took the knife by the grip, and unsheathed it, the knife was a twelve inch stainless-steel double-shadow knife.
Chris smiled as he gently ran the blade across the palm of his hand, and then slid it between his index and middle finger, "Beautiful," he said as he re-sheathed the knife.
"Good," the Sergeant said, "It's yours," he placed the knife in Chris's bag, "Take care of it."
"Yes sir," Chris said as he saluted the Sergeant before grabbing his pack, and leaving the barracks.
He took one last look around before walking to the space-elevator.
The space elevator got him to the spaceport located seven hundred kilometers above the planet's surface.
The next shuttle to Chris's home planet of Borealis (we never found out where any of the characters are from, save for their home countries so please, bear with me), a planet very similar to Earth save for the fact that the natural forests are untouched by man.
The shuttle that would take Chris home departed along with fifteen other, mostly aliens, all GSA alien species, and all graduates or active-duty soldiers.
As it flew away from the planet the jump-gate generator on the top of the shuttle activated, and opened a worm-hole straight to Borealis.
Faster-than-light travel is, by itself non-existent for any object because of the Law of Relativity, you can't break the Law of Relativity: you can however go around it.
The math is very complicated, and when it comes to math, I'm as useful as a broken pencil but my theory goes: the Law of Conservation of Energy states that something cannot be created from nothing. You can't create a gateway through space from nothing, but there is something already there: dark matter, which is all over the universe, and by using the dark matter to create a wormhole, any ship of any size came make a jump from one end of the universe to the other.
The trip from one end of the portal is still long because you are traveling through a portal because you're connecting two parts of the universe, galaxy, solar system, etc. into one single tunnel basically which means that light doesn't have time to travel the required distance which would cause the wormhole to become unbearably heavy which causes the object to collapse.
In order for light to catch up to the ship which is making its way across the universe, the ship needs at least five hours inside the wormhole to fully develop when it comes out the other side.
Chris spent most of the six hour ride in the lounge which gave him an excellent view of the wormhole tunnel.
He fell asleep shortly after two hours of watching, and was awoken as the ship dropped out of hyper-speed.
Picking up his bags, he walked up to the exit where upon arriving at the spaceport, he was greeted by familiar sights.
His family owned a two-story house on the north-west side of a small town on the north side of the planet which took a two hour shuttle ride to reach.
It was night time when he arrived in his town, his family's house was only a fifteen minute walk from the station.
As Chris walked along the streets he grew up in, he took some time to admire his surroundings, not much had changed since he left home a year prior to begin basic training, and he still wondered what his father would think, being as he spotted the pill-change.
As he arrived at the front door of his house, and entered, he was greeted by his family's white Gerberian Shepsky (a German Shepard/Siberian Husky mix), Kira.
Chris knelt down to the dog which had grown since he had last seen her, "Hey girl," he said as he stroked the dog across the forehead, "Good to see you," Kira jumped up, placing her arms on Chris's shoulders, and started smothering his face in kisses, "Alright, alright," he pushed Kira to the ground, wiped the slobber off his face, and then stood up, "Hey, where's Claire? Find Claire."
Kira led Chris over to the couch where his fourteen-year old sister Claire had fallen asleep in her silk pajama bottoms, and a plain white shirt.
Chris walked over to her, and placed a hand on her head, "Hey." Chris said.
Claire opened her eyes, and saw the face of her brother, "Chris?" She asked.
"Hey," Chris said, "I'm home."
"Welcome home," Claire said as she sleepily hugged her brother.
"Come on," Chris said as he picked his sister up, "Let's get you to bed."
"But you just got back," Claire said as Chris carried her upstairs, "Can't I stay up a little longer?"
"You have school tomorrow," Chris said, "Tomorrow when you get back, I promise we'll catch up. But you have to go to bed."
"Ok," Claire said as Chris pushed open the door to Claire's bedroom open with his foot, set his sister down, and covered her up.
"Good night," Chris said as he kissed his sister on the forehead.
Back on Terragrigia…
Lieutenant Talbot was sending the student's tests through the grading machine, and when he came across Chris's score, his jaw fell open so fast it nearly flew right off his face.
Chris had scored a 68.05, he had beaten the previous record score by 31.11 points which was inconceivable.
Lieutenant Talbot recorded Chris's test results, rushed out his office, and to the base Colonel's office.
Talbot placed the file down on Colonel Kaufman's desk, "A sixty eight," Kaufman asked, "Something like this has been inconceivable ever since the MT-8 was created."
"The highest score has stood for over two decades," Lieutenant Talbot said, "What should we do?"
"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Kaufman said as he took the file from off his desk, walked over to his coat rack, and slid on his military-dress jacket, "I'm going to take this to Councilor Graham. He deserves to see this."
Kaufman caught the next shuttle to Almas left when he stepped aboard.
It took him about seven hours to get to Almas, the capital of the Galactic Space Alliance.
Almas is Arabic for Diamond, and Almas deserved that name no question, being a giant space station originally carved from a giant asteroid made almost completely out of one diamond about 43.453 kilometers, or twenty seven miles big, making Almas the single biggest diamond to be harvested in the history of mankind.
The outside itself is covered in a special alloy that makes it almost completely indestructible.
Kaufman had full officer credentials, and being best friends with Councilor Graham, he was granted access to the Council Tower.
Upon arriving at the Council Tower, he was greeted by Captain Albert Wesker, CO of the Fifty Eighth Special Operations Brigade also known as the STARS, "Colonel," he said as he stood at attention in front of Kaufman.
"Captain," Colonel Kaufman said, "Is Councilor Graham around here?"
"Yes sir," Wesker said, "He's in a meeting."
"I'm here to talk to him," Colonel Kaufman said, "I have something that needs to be brought to his attention."
As Colonel Kaufman entered the conference room, Councilor Graham was talking to Councilor Benford.
"Colonel," Councilor Graham said as he looked up at the Colonel, "Of what do me and Councilor Benford owe the pleasure?"
"Something serious," Colonel Kaufman said as he walked up, and placed the tablet on his desk, "Someone has beaten your score on the MT-8."
Councilor Graham picked up the file, "By how much," He asked as he opened the score, when he saw the score, his jaw nearly fell off his face.
"Thirty one point eleven points." Colonel Kaufman said.
"That's the highest score ever," Councilor Benford said, "What do you think protocol dictates?"
"Protocol dictates we talk to him." Colonel Kaufman said.
"Where does he live?" Councilor Benford asked.
"Borealis," Colonel Kaufman said, "He is the son of Tiberius Redfield."
"Little Chris," Councilor Benford asked, "He beat my score?"
"You know Tiberius Redfield sir?" Colonel Kaufman asked.
"I'm a former Pilot Corps," Councilor Benford said, "James and I were in the same squadron."
"Great," Colonel Benford said, "Permission to go with you."
"Granted." Councilor Benford said.
Guess what happens next…