Striker/Spriggan: Elite Force
By: Ominae
Rating: T
NOTE:
All characters of Striker/Spriggan are under the copyright of Hiroshi Takashige, Ryoji Minagawa and FROM Software. All characters of Resident Evil are under the copyright of Capcom. All other characters not belonging to either of the two mentioned series are under me.
Summary:
Umbrella's paramilitary forces have now penetrated deep into the interiors of ARCAM's New Zealand research facility. Even with the bravery of the Strikers Elite and the ARCAM Private Army (APA), the paramilitary troopers are being aided by a new kind of B.O.W. (Bio-Organic Weapon) called the T-079 "I" Tyrant, an intelligence and far better Tyrant than its other predecessors. To make matters even worse for the good guys, Major Nicholai Zinoviev of the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (UBCS) has plans to collect battle data between the Strikers Elite, the ADU and Umbrella's paramilitary forces, particularly the UBCS, the Umbrella Special Forces Unit (USFU), the Cleaners and Umbrella's newly deployed B.O.W. monster. Will ARCAM's defenders finally repel the invasion of their facility and save as many lives as they can before it's too late? Stay tune to this chapter to find out.
Note - I'm sorry if the locations seem confusing. I do try my best to detail it though. Well, I ain't exactly an expert in fixing this kind of problem. Hopefully, this chapter should do it. If not, then just well tell me or something, I guess.
Chapter 8: Ending the madness
Corridor, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
A lone man was treading through the bullet and corpse-infested facility of ARCAM's New Zealand research facility. Treading along with his Singapore Technologies (ST) Kinetics SAR-21 MMS assault rifle in his hands, he used his eyes as his aid to eye out his enemies and his allies.
"Wonder if our latest B.O.W. did take care of those nuisance Strikers?"
Major Nicholai Zinoviev, hard-ass officer and lone supervisor for Operation Stealth Mode, was holding the receiver of his Motorola MTS2000 radio extender on his left hand, kneeling on the ground. His right hand was firmly gripped on his rifle's trigger grip and its shoulder stock was firmly hugging the Russian man underneath his armpit.
"This is Leader One! Are there are friendlies in the area? I repeat, are there any friendlies in the area?" said Nicholai over the secure radio frequency used by Umbrella paramilitary forces.
The frequency only replied to his message with a series of static sounds.
"Dammit!" The Russian officer had no choice but to replace his Motorola MTS2000 receiver back on his vest. Replacing his radio receiver, he heard a roaring sound that he could only hear from jungle animals such as the jaguar or the lion.
He hugged the nearby wall to his left. Slowly shuffling to the corner, he held the foregrip and the trigger grip of his ST Kinetics MMS SAR-21 assault rifle near his chest. He peered his head around in order to make himself less of a target. What he saw around the corner had already surprised him.
"A werewolf? I thought they only exist in fairy tales?" Nicholai was a secret witness to a battle between Jean Jacquemonde, French Striker operative and now transformed werewolf, and Umbrella's T-079 "I" Tyrant. He noticed that it lost the normal arm, possibly due to Jean's berserker state that he lobbed it off the B.O.W.'s body.
"He did all that? I better put a stop to him and help our friendly B.O.W. here." Taking aim with his assault rifle, he peered through his Nikon Monarch Red Dot Sight. He focused his sights on the werewolf's exposed chest and with a slow pace, began to place his forefinger towards his rifle's trigger.
Being under the pressure of his job, he began to sweat profusely as his forefinger was pressing the cold plastic trigger. "Here goes." He exerted all his strength on to depress the rifle's trigger and then...
Outskirts of Research Center Offices, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
"Hurry! Come on!" yelled Yu, who lead the way for Team One as they tried to reach safe ground away from the chaos that was taking place in the first building that Umbrella operatives were trying to take control from ARCAM's vulnerable security forces.
Miguel and Hiryu accompanied Dr. Higgins, with safety in mind, as they followed Yu's lead. The rest of the members of Team One were providing armed backup for them, not knowing if any Umbrella paramiltary soldier would show up.
Suddenly, some loud footsteps were being made in a corridor. Yu, Miguel and Hiryu got their assault rifles ready to engage any Umbrella commando that may turn around. To their relief, the members of Team Two were currently being lead by Tatsuki Otsuki and Tea Flatte.
"Thank god we found you guys." sighed Tatsuki in relief.
"Can't say that we feel the same way." assured Yu.
"Say, where's Jean?" inquired Hiryu, eyeing the second group for signs of the French Striker.
"Well..." began Tea. "he offered to hold the B.O.W. that Umbrella had deployed against the facility and..."
BRRRTTTT!
Acting on their instinct, all the Strikers Elite operatives ducked on the ground with their weapons at the ready. As for Dr. Higgins, he decided to act like a lost child and cover his entire head with his arms.
"We're going to die! We're going to die!" said the doctor, who repeated the lines like a religious mantra.
"Dammit, doc! Get your act together!" scolded Gerald, who adjusted his grip on his Robinson Armament M96 assault rifle.
"Who did that?" asked Jamal, who fumbled his grip on his Reutech Defense Industries (RDI) Protecta shotgun.
"Wonder if Jean's all right?" mumbled Patrick, aiming his Norinco QBZ-97/Type 97 at every possible corridor where the enemy might appear.
"Look who we got here!"
Everyone in the corridor now had their personal attention towards the new arrival. He was too familiar.
Way too familiar.
"Nicholai!" hissed Yu, who aimed his Heckler and Koch G3A3 assault rifle.
The other Strikers, with the exception of Tea, took aim at the Russian UBCS officer with their own assault rifles.
Nicholai looked calm, despite the odds. "Not quite so, my young ones!" He then snapped his fingers.
At his signals, dozens of heavily armed UBCS, USFU and Cleaner troopers marched into the area and trained the barrels of their firearms right at their chests. Dr. Higgins, upon seeing trouble, still decided to repeat his mantra again.
Panic begins to spread among the Strikers. Even Yu Ominae, one of ARCAM's most feared Striker operatives, is also under the realm of fear as superior numbers may have cornered him and his teammates.
"Drop your weapons!" ordered Nicholai.
Complying to his demands, Yu and Hiryu motioned to the other Strikers to immediately lay down their firearms and raise their hands. Nicholai gestured to the remaining UBCS, USFU and Cleaner troopers to secure the prisoners and cuff them before taking themto a safe area.
"It can't be, the ARCAM Defense Unit (ADU) is still at the other side. How could you have escaped with all the gunfights happening at the other side?" said John, out of shock.
"Too bad. My boys in the UBCS are getting more backup from the USFU and the Cleaners to get your friends in the ARCAM Defense Unit totally busy, disguising my infiltration to this area." Nicholai gazed to a USFU trooper near him with his HK MP5A3 held in his hands.
"Take them away!" he then ordered. The USFU trooper nodded and started to shove Yu with the MP5A3 's gunbutt before the other Umbrella paramilitary soldiers did so with the rest and to Dr. Higgins as well.
"At last." Nicholai grinned and stared at Mark, bounded in plasticuffs. "I'll have my revenge on you later on..."
Corridor Bridge, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
Grunting at the pain that he had received from a single 5.56 x 45 NATO bullet, a lone teenager was now walking on the facility's corridor bridge that officially bridged the two buildings, making up ARCAM's New Zealand research facility.
Gasping for breath, the lone teenager grabbed onto the handrails while desperately trying to regain some air. He was not in his werewolf form. Instead, he was now in a human form with a body that had healed wound marks all over.
"Damn! It's a good thing that I had a spare shirt and vest in the locker." The tired teen sat down on the floor, leaning his body onto the glass wall while he slowly unslinged his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun.
"I may have knocked it out cold, but it'll get up again."
Now alone, he loaded every accountable 12 gauge shell into his weapon's chamber, making sure that they slide inside the chamber hole. When it was over, he pumped the shotgun in order to place one 12 gauge shell into the SPAS-12's barrel.
Putting it down next to his feet, he took out a piece of red cloth from his vest pocket. He began to twine his long hair into a ponytail and held it with one hand before he used his other hand to get to work in securing the cloth on the thin line of hair that he could use to tie the cloth tightly.
"Better get up before that wretched B.O.W. decides to drop by." The teen grunted as he began to stand up, his strength slowly recovering from the blows that he had received from the dreaded T-079 "I" Tyrant and from the almost fatal shot that he had also sustained when Nicholai Zinoviev had sniped him in the middle of his chest with a 5.56 NATO bullet. With his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun at the ready, he goes back to the hunt of saving his comrades, securing the good old doctor and preparing some good old fashioned payback for one particular person in mind.
"Time to give you some payback, Nicholai Zinoviev!"
Research Center Office, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
All the Strikers Elite operatives were now tied up with plasticuffs behind their backs and were segregated into one corner of the office while their weapons and equipment were being under watch in another office room. As for Dr. Higgins, he was instructed to get down on the ground by kneeling with his hands behind his back. Two USFU and two Cleaner troopers took watch over the ex-Umbrella scientist, while the bulk of the UBCS, the USFU and the Cleaners monitored the newly captured prisoners so as to make sure that they wouldn't try to get away.
"Your time is up, Doctor Simon Higgins." Nicholai unholstered his TISAS Kanuni 16 pistol and cocked it, loading a single 9mm Parabellum bullet into the barrel before he aimed it at the head of the terrified Canadian national.
"This is it! No one can save me now!" Dr. Higgins was shaking with fear that he almost pissed on his pants.
"Say goodnight! Better start your Catholic prayers!" hissed the Russian UBCS officer and supervisor, who slowly let his forefinger inch near the trigger of his TISAS Kanuni 16 pistol.
Nicholai was only inches away from pulling the pistol's trigger, when he heard something that was not in his favor.
CRASH!
A body was hurled inside the office after it smashed through the office window. Upon close examination, it had the sign that the masked UBCS operator was shot in the chest with a single shotgun blast.
"Who the hell?" yelled Nicholai, who took aim with his TISAS Kanuni 16 pistol at the busted office window.
PAF! PAF!
Nicholai, with his attention on the busted window, turned his head around and saw an incoming body of a USFU trooper being thrown at him. Getting hit, he went down on the floor with a "OOF!" sound.
"Get them!" shouted Yu, who landed a punch on a UBCS trooper before he administered a judo throw. He had apparently broke free of his plastic cuffs along with Hiryu and Patrick, who was working on getting the other Strikers free.
Hiryu did a roundhouse kick, kicking the lone USFU trooper at the back of his head. Patrick assisted by kneeing him in his groin before doing a high kick. Within minutes, all the Strikers were free of their plastic cuffs.
Tea got a Pentagram cloth from a hidden pocket inside her coat and dropped it, unleashing the lions towards the paramilitary troopers. Most of them began to panic and scurry away from the lions.
Gerald elbowed another UBCS trooper. Grunting in pain, he failed to notice that Riza grabbed his Colt M4 assault rifle and used it to strike his unprotected chin.
After seeing to the unconscious paramilitary commandos, Tea released Dr. Higgins from his restraints while the other Strikers rushed into the other office room, taking down two USFU guards before they were able to gather their weapons and equipment.
"Come on, doc!" urged the newly armed Yu, who ushered him out of the office. The other Strikers soon followed suit.
After they have left the room, Nicholai got up from the ground and tossed the body aside. He punched the talk button of his Motorola MTS2000 receiver before he began to speak on the line.
Corridor Bridge, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
"The heck? Why are they retreating?"
Jimmy Max, still armed with Fabrique Nationale (FN) Fabrique Nationale Carbine (FNC) Para assault rifle, rallied the surviving ARCAM Defense Unit (ADU) and ARCAM Special Private Army (ASPA) forces in clearing out the second building after they have driven out most of the Umbrella paramilitaries from the first building. All ADU and ASPA troopers were now converging in the middle of the corridor bridge, desperately trying to link up with their Striker comrades in the second building. However, Umbrella paramilitaries were hampering their way.
"Get them!" yelled Jimmy, who was in a prone position. Firing bursts from his FN FNC Para assault rifle, he bagged two retreating USFU troopers in the back and a Cleaner soldier who tried to cover their retreat.
An ADU soldier with an FN MAG GPMG got onto the floor and fired the weapon, sending hails of 7.62 NATO bullets into the opening of the second building from the bridge as scores of UBCS and USFU operatives had their bodies torn apart by the deadly rain. Cleaner troopers, left and right, were dissolving after being struck by 7.62 NATO bullets as well.
"Charge!" yelled Jimmy. He then urged the other ARCAM Private Army (APA) troopers to come forth and assault the second building in order to liberate the complex from Umbrella's control and protect Dr. Higgins from any harm.
Somewhere in the second building, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
Now without its normal arm, the huling T-079 "I" Tyrant wanders aimlessly in search of its lone target. A man named Doctor Simon Higgins, who had escaped its clutches a few hours ago.
A while ago, he had slaughtered a single ASPA trooper armed with the Heckler and Koch HK69 grenade launcher. He fired a single 40mm HE-FRAG (High Explosive-Fragmentation) grenade at him, but the monster nimbly dodged by moving its head to the side, a sign of Umbrella's improvement in genetics. The ceiling behind him bore the brunt of the 40mm grenade's impact.
"Come on peeps! This way! We can get to the APA chumps faster." yelled a voice from the main corridor.
The B.O.W. stayed put, silently raising his claw arm. Watching the shadows on the floor, he prepared for the worst if he could not eliminate his primary target in time. After a human head in his vision, he hastily went for a vertical slash attack, not knowing if he would kill his target.
Main Corridor, ARCAM New Zealand reseach facility
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Jean halted the other Striker operatives and dived to the floor backwards, emptying his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun at the beast. His attacks proved to be useless as the Tyrant bears no effects to its hits.
"We gotta get some heavy artillery!" suggested Roland, who fired his IMBEL M964 assault rifle in support of Jean before he had to cease fire so as to reload his weapon.
"I think there's an unusued bazooka behind us!" hollered Wesley, firing his Australian Defense Industries (ADI) Limited F88 assault rifle.
"On it!" yelled Hiryu, who quickly dashed to the rear. Seeing the weapon, he mentally identified it as an RPG-29 rocket launcher and took it in his hands and searched the corpse of an ADU soldier for PG-29V HEAT (High Explosive, Anti-Tank) warheads from his backpack pouch.
"This thing's too smart! We need a distraction!" yelled Tea, who used her Pentagram cloths on the Tyrant with no avail as it hacked the white lions back into its cloth form into shredded white pieces of fabric.
"Some of us will give the distraction to him! Hiryu's going to activate the weapon!" shouted Edward, who fired his FN FNC assault rifle with Jamal lending assistance with his RDI Protecta shotgun. Robert gave backup support with his SIG MG 710-3 GPMG.
"Get the doctor out of here!" barked Yu. Michelle and John took Dr. Higgins away from the gunfire towards the end of the main corridor, leading to the bridge. Jimmy Max and the rest of the ADU troopers met with the two Strikers and secured the doctor. After assuring Dr. Higgins' safety, Michelle and John went back to the "front line" in order to assist their fellow Strikers.
The Tyrant could not protect itself with his normal arm since it was ripped off. He tried to dash towards them and began to slash at them, but the Strikers dodged them at fast speed. The other Strikers fired their weapons, hoping that Hiryu would be able to get a surprise attack on him.
"Heads up!"
Hiryu signalled the other Striker to dash out of the way and scramble to the safety of the nearest open room as he fired the RPG-29's PG-29V HEAT warhead, peering through the bazooka's 2.7x optical sights aligned at his exposed chest. At the speed that the PG-29V HEAT warhead was traveling in, the Tyrant swiped it with his claw, which exploded on impact. It destroyed his claw, but it didn't stop Hiryu from reloading the RPG-29.
Firing the weapon again, another PG-29V HEAT warhead left the launching tube as it proceeded to dart itself into the Tyrant, its approach covered by the black smoke that was inflicted by the B.O.W.'s actions. The second PG-29V HEAT warehead made its impact as the monster took the hit in the center of its chest. As a result, the so-called intelligent B.O.W. now became a failure as it limped for a few seconds before it fell down on the ground, now lifeless.
"We did it!" wheezed Hiryu, who slowly sat on the ground, panting for breath after tossing the now-used RPG-29 rocket launcher onto the corridor ground.
"Guys..." said Yu, who ushered the Strikers Elite operatives to head back into the main corridor.
"We did it!" yelled Harald, raising his Springfield Armory M21 sniper rifle in triumph before all the Striker agents ran towards Hiryu, raising him up their shoulders and cheering his name.
"Yea! Mark's the man of the hour!" shouted Tatsuki.
"You did it, mate!" yelled Gerald.
Riza and Michelle smiled and gave him a "V" sign, flashing two of their fingers. The rest only cheered his name as they left the second building's main corridor, where Jimmy Max waited for their arrival with medical help.
In the darkness, a camcorder had recorded the entire incident of the fight between the Strikers and the T-079 "I" Tyrant. The man emerged out of the abandoned office that was near the fighting scene. Emerging out with a couple of USFU troopers, the man surveyed the area before deciding to escape from the complex with the remaining survivors. Gesturing them to go ahead first, he looked at the corpse of the T-079 "I" Tyrant before uttering one word.
"Excellent."
He then grinned, observing the area before leaving the area. It was official. Operation Stealth Mode was a failure, but Nicholai could gamble with his superiors for the combat data that he acquired during the entire operation.
The video would be a big bargaining tool that Major Nicholai Zinoviev of the UBCS would need if he would want a bigger paycheck from Umbrella Corporation.
Chapter 8 END