Joy and Sorrow
"Tonight is a night to enjoy a momentous occasion," S.T.A.R.S chief Chris Redfield began his speech with a feeling of pride. He had always enjoyed promoting recruits to either of the two elite S.T.A.R.S units. He was especially proud of those he watched grow up, become recruits, and eventually join Alpha team or Bravo team. He had witnessed the rise of his nephew Rick, and his son Daniel, who were now leaders of their respective teams. That was 6 years ago, when he himself was still heading up Alpha team, and Jill was heading up Bravo team. Chris's good friend, and then chief, Barry Burton had done the honor. Now, here he was, about to return the favor, as he was to promote Barry's grandchildren, Jake and Tabitha. After reflecting, Chris returned to his speech.
"It is always an honor to promote one of our own, and tonight that honor is four times as great. Four of our recruits are about to move up to each of the S.T.A.R.S units. My lovely wife, and second in overall command, will call those special recruits up to the stage, and present them with the official S.T.A.R.S International badges and patches for their uniforms. So without further ado, I give you Mrs. Jill Redfield."
Jill slowly stood up, and carried a silver briefcase to the podium. Inside the briefcase, there were four official patches and badges, as well as the certificates that verified the recruits' promotions. The symbolic shields were gold in color, and were decorated with the official S.T.A.R.S logo: a circular field outlined in gold. Inside the gold perimeter was a field of either blue or red, highlighted by three stars. Golden labels were featured at the top and bottom of each shield. The top was engraved by the legendary anagram for the Special Tactics And Rescue Service, and the bottom was engraved with either Alpha or Bravo, which were, of course, the official names of the two units. A blue field represented the Bravo team, while the red represented Alpha. Engraved in a circle, along the gold outer band were the words: New Raccoon Police Department.
"As my wonderful husband so elegantly put it, it is indeed an honor to announce these four young men and women as the newest members of S.T.A.R.S. Officers Jakob Marx, Tabitha Marx, Britney Barrett, and Stephanie Dumas. Would the four of you please come up to the stage, as I call your name and team assignments."
"Officer Jakob Marx, Pilot, Bravo Team."
"Officer Stephanie Dumas, 2nd Communications, Bravo Team."
"Officer Tabitha Marx, Computer Specialist, Bravo Team."
"And finally- Officer Britney Barrett, Communications, Alpha Team."
After the announcements, all four were given a standing ovation, and shortly after that, the meeting ended, and the S.T.A.R.S met outside the dorms.
"Hey Dan, it looks like you guys have a bigger team now," said Rick, "That means, no more excuses when the Alphas kick your sorry rear ends all over the basketball court."
"Yeah, well you just bring it Kennedy, and we'll see!" Dan responded to his cousin's taunt.
"So guys," Tiffanie interrupted, "You up for a night on the town? It's a double celebration."
"Oh yeah," responded Dan, "What for?"
Liz answered for Tiff, "Well, to celebrate the newest S.T.A.R.S members, and for you guys. We heard you two had a rough morning today, so we decided you deserved a night out." With that, the 13 S.T.A.R.S members headed off to get ready for their night out, unaware of the tragedy about to occur on the other side of the world.
Australia, 25 miles outside of Sydney...
A man of about 50 sat in the captain's seat of a 747 airliner. He was flying the passengers to Greece, where the plane would refuel, and begin the second leg of a scheduled flight to New York City. He had been acting strangely for most of the flight so far, and the five flight attendants on board knew it would be a long flight, more figurative than literal. Meanwhile, the 250 passengers were completely oblivious to their peril. The plane suddenly lurched, as if caught in some harsh weather conditions. Many passengers looked out their windows, but could only see the bright morning sky. Then, a second lurch caused the oxygen masks to fall from their holding cabinets.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I'm sorry, but we have experienced a slight drop in cabin pressure due to heavy turbulence. Please follow the instructions of our attendants, as they show you the proper way to use the oxygen masks. Please, do not be alarmed, as this only a precaution. Our flight will continue as scheduled, and we at Air Australia apologize for any inconvenience during this situation, and any other that may occur during the remainder of your flight."
After making the announcement, the captain pulled a silenced gun, and shot the co-pilot, as well as the navigator. He then grabbed a parachute, and pushed a button for the oxygen to be distributed. Outside the cockpit, the stewardesses and passengers were knocked out by the mysterious gas that had been fed through the oxygen tubes. Once the coast was clear, the captain lowered the plane, and jumped out of the emergency exit. The plane crashed about ten minutes later, and the impact split the plane into two, as the engines blew, incinerating half the plane, and killing all traces of the mystery gas.
Meanwhile, in a secret lab located about 25 miles from the crash site...
48-year-old Lillian Holt was awaiting important news. As she sat at her computer typing, a middle-aged man of about 55 entered the room. He was wearing a long white coat over a blue dress shirt. He was wearing a pair of beige khakis, and a black tie. On his jacket was a name tag adorned with the standard biohazard symbol, and his name: Perry Hall. As he approached the younger woman, he smiled.
"It's done Lillian, I just heard from our contact."
"Good, and the subjects?"
"About 250 passengers on a plane that was forced down about 35 miles outside Sydney, and about 25-30 miles from us."
"Excellent. And the lab experiments?"
"The MA-45s and the MA-125s are ready, but Lillian, if I may say so, 25-30 miles is not really that far from here, what if the 'subjects' make there way here?"
"Perry, we are deep underground, they won't reach us."
"Okay, what about the S.T.A.R.S?"
Lillian was growing frustrated, and lashed out. "THE S.T.A.R.S KNOW NOTHING!!" She calmed herself and added, "Don't worry, they will never know about our involvement, besides, I thought you wanted revenge? I helped you escape from prison, because you were the best in your field at the HCF. We can't afford to let 5 years of research just go to waste. The S.T.A.R.S will eventually come, but they haven't a snowball's chance in Hell of finding out about Gen-Tech Industries, or our involvement. Besides, nobody will ever believe that a former HCF scientist would join forces with a former Umbrella agent. So, go take the rest of the day off and relax."
With that, Perry headed to the second level sleeping quarters, and watched some talk shows before taking a long nap.
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Well, what do you all think? I'm sorry it's been so long since my last chapter. Hopefully they'll come more frequently now that I've come up with some more ideas. By the way, apologies to anyone who may have already thought of the name Gen-Tech Industries. I haven't read every story on this site, so I promise I'm not stealing. Please read-'n'-review.
"Tonight is a night to enjoy a momentous occasion," S.T.A.R.S chief Chris Redfield began his speech with a feeling of pride. He had always enjoyed promoting recruits to either of the two elite S.T.A.R.S units. He was especially proud of those he watched grow up, become recruits, and eventually join Alpha team or Bravo team. He had witnessed the rise of his nephew Rick, and his son Daniel, who were now leaders of their respective teams. That was 6 years ago, when he himself was still heading up Alpha team, and Jill was heading up Bravo team. Chris's good friend, and then chief, Barry Burton had done the honor. Now, here he was, about to return the favor, as he was to promote Barry's grandchildren, Jake and Tabitha. After reflecting, Chris returned to his speech.
"It is always an honor to promote one of our own, and tonight that honor is four times as great. Four of our recruits are about to move up to each of the S.T.A.R.S units. My lovely wife, and second in overall command, will call those special recruits up to the stage, and present them with the official S.T.A.R.S International badges and patches for their uniforms. So without further ado, I give you Mrs. Jill Redfield."
Jill slowly stood up, and carried a silver briefcase to the podium. Inside the briefcase, there were four official patches and badges, as well as the certificates that verified the recruits' promotions. The symbolic shields were gold in color, and were decorated with the official S.T.A.R.S logo: a circular field outlined in gold. Inside the gold perimeter was a field of either blue or red, highlighted by three stars. Golden labels were featured at the top and bottom of each shield. The top was engraved by the legendary anagram for the Special Tactics And Rescue Service, and the bottom was engraved with either Alpha or Bravo, which were, of course, the official names of the two units. A blue field represented the Bravo team, while the red represented Alpha. Engraved in a circle, along the gold outer band were the words: New Raccoon Police Department.
"As my wonderful husband so elegantly put it, it is indeed an honor to announce these four young men and women as the newest members of S.T.A.R.S. Officers Jakob Marx, Tabitha Marx, Britney Barrett, and Stephanie Dumas. Would the four of you please come up to the stage, as I call your name and team assignments."
"Officer Jakob Marx, Pilot, Bravo Team."
"Officer Stephanie Dumas, 2nd Communications, Bravo Team."
"Officer Tabitha Marx, Computer Specialist, Bravo Team."
"And finally- Officer Britney Barrett, Communications, Alpha Team."
After the announcements, all four were given a standing ovation, and shortly after that, the meeting ended, and the S.T.A.R.S met outside the dorms.
"Hey Dan, it looks like you guys have a bigger team now," said Rick, "That means, no more excuses when the Alphas kick your sorry rear ends all over the basketball court."
"Yeah, well you just bring it Kennedy, and we'll see!" Dan responded to his cousin's taunt.
"So guys," Tiffanie interrupted, "You up for a night on the town? It's a double celebration."
"Oh yeah," responded Dan, "What for?"
Liz answered for Tiff, "Well, to celebrate the newest S.T.A.R.S members, and for you guys. We heard you two had a rough morning today, so we decided you deserved a night out." With that, the 13 S.T.A.R.S members headed off to get ready for their night out, unaware of the tragedy about to occur on the other side of the world.
Australia, 25 miles outside of Sydney...
A man of about 50 sat in the captain's seat of a 747 airliner. He was flying the passengers to Greece, where the plane would refuel, and begin the second leg of a scheduled flight to New York City. He had been acting strangely for most of the flight so far, and the five flight attendants on board knew it would be a long flight, more figurative than literal. Meanwhile, the 250 passengers were completely oblivious to their peril. The plane suddenly lurched, as if caught in some harsh weather conditions. Many passengers looked out their windows, but could only see the bright morning sky. Then, a second lurch caused the oxygen masks to fall from their holding cabinets.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I'm sorry, but we have experienced a slight drop in cabin pressure due to heavy turbulence. Please follow the instructions of our attendants, as they show you the proper way to use the oxygen masks. Please, do not be alarmed, as this only a precaution. Our flight will continue as scheduled, and we at Air Australia apologize for any inconvenience during this situation, and any other that may occur during the remainder of your flight."
After making the announcement, the captain pulled a silenced gun, and shot the co-pilot, as well as the navigator. He then grabbed a parachute, and pushed a button for the oxygen to be distributed. Outside the cockpit, the stewardesses and passengers were knocked out by the mysterious gas that had been fed through the oxygen tubes. Once the coast was clear, the captain lowered the plane, and jumped out of the emergency exit. The plane crashed about ten minutes later, and the impact split the plane into two, as the engines blew, incinerating half the plane, and killing all traces of the mystery gas.
Meanwhile, in a secret lab located about 25 miles from the crash site...
48-year-old Lillian Holt was awaiting important news. As she sat at her computer typing, a middle-aged man of about 55 entered the room. He was wearing a long white coat over a blue dress shirt. He was wearing a pair of beige khakis, and a black tie. On his jacket was a name tag adorned with the standard biohazard symbol, and his name: Perry Hall. As he approached the younger woman, he smiled.
"It's done Lillian, I just heard from our contact."
"Good, and the subjects?"
"About 250 passengers on a plane that was forced down about 35 miles outside Sydney, and about 25-30 miles from us."
"Excellent. And the lab experiments?"
"The MA-45s and the MA-125s are ready, but Lillian, if I may say so, 25-30 miles is not really that far from here, what if the 'subjects' make there way here?"
"Perry, we are deep underground, they won't reach us."
"Okay, what about the S.T.A.R.S?"
Lillian was growing frustrated, and lashed out. "THE S.T.A.R.S KNOW NOTHING!!" She calmed herself and added, "Don't worry, they will never know about our involvement, besides, I thought you wanted revenge? I helped you escape from prison, because you were the best in your field at the HCF. We can't afford to let 5 years of research just go to waste. The S.T.A.R.S will eventually come, but they haven't a snowball's chance in Hell of finding out about Gen-Tech Industries, or our involvement. Besides, nobody will ever believe that a former HCF scientist would join forces with a former Umbrella agent. So, go take the rest of the day off and relax."
With that, Perry headed to the second level sleeping quarters, and watched some talk shows before taking a long nap.
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(Not part of the story)
Well, what do you all think? I'm sorry it's been so long since my last chapter. Hopefully they'll come more frequently now that I've come up with some more ideas. By the way, apologies to anyone who may have already thought of the name Gen-Tech Industries. I haven't read every story on this site, so I promise I'm not stealing. Please read-'n'-review.