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Rebellion...

A lone figure stood on top of a precipice, gazing at the city ahead of it in the distance. A hawk circled above ominously, as if sensing that there was a fellow predator beneath it. Both figure and raptor's eyes darted to a column of dust rising from the exit to the city Miami.

They are coming, Dante thought as the clouds of dust kicked into the air from the wheels, tank treads and robotic three-toed feet brought up. They are coming for me.

Several of the tanks had converted to walker mode, since the AM-2's legs also doubled as tank treads. Dante saw all of this clearly through his optics in his helmet, the view magnified to 10X. He looked up at his companion.

"They should be hunting down Gaia," he told the hawk, who listened curiously to the strange noise the creature below it emitted. "Not I. But I am a Gaia creation, am I not? Perhaps that is why they are hunting me?"

The red-tailed hawk let out a screech as it looked at Dante one last time, before swooping away into the sky as the missiles approached.

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"This is a joke!" Private Sara Conner fumed as she paced around the room. Captain Topher's team was currently on "Forced stand down" and were thus forbidden to join the fight or even leave the compound. It understandably made Sara very angry.

"I mean, he's not even our enemy!" she continued to rant. "He helped us out, didn't he?"

"That he did," Chris said in agreement. "Giant freak or not, I think he's on our side."

"Well definitely not on the Army's side, that's for sure," Jack called from the holo terminal as Sara shot Chris an unnoticed dirty look for his comment. "Check this out!"

The tech wiz had hacked into restricted Pentagon files, and was currently browsing for anything related to the Death Angel or Gaia. He had found nothing on Dante, but surprisingly, some very short files had popped up about Gaia's predecessor company.

"What is it?" Chris asked as the others bunched around Jack. They looked at some files, which showed a symbol of a red and white umbrella.

"It turns out that Gaia M. was created from former employees from this old pharmaceutical company," Jack explained, pulling a file up. "They were called... Umbrella?"

"That's a pansy ass name," Sam commented. Jack ignored him and hummed as he browsed around.

"Turns out that pharmaceuticals weren't the only things Umbrella was making," Jack said, his eyes darting from file to file. "I wonder what this T-Virus is all about?"

"Some sort of biological weapon perhaps?" Chris added in helpfully.

"It says that the T-Virus was unleashed on a mountain town somewhere in the West," Jack said. "It doesn't say much about the outbreak, but barely anyone survived except for about a handful of people, most of them cops."

"What was the city's population?" Sara asked after a short pause.

"Over 200,000."

"Jesus Christ!" Sara swore, then pinched herself for saying His name in vain. "A virus did all that?"

"Looks like there are photo attachments, let's check 'em out..." Jack muttered, poking one with his finger.

A snapshot of a group of decaying people came up.

"Ohhh shit!" Chris cursed, holding his mouth. The people were clearly dead, but in stages of decay so bad that it looked as if they had been dead for weeks if not for the fact that they were walking around. "What are those?!"

"In my opinion, zombies," Jackson said, closing the photo quickly. He opened another one, which showed some sort of reptillian creature with green scales and long claws. On the photo itself in the bottom right corner read Hunter. "Another monster..."

He ran through some more pictures, each one showing a new monstrosity like Licker, Tyrant, Leech-Man and Cerberus before closing them in disgust.

"That shit ain't right," Sam commented, looking queasy. "Bringing the dead back, that goes against Him and all He stands for!"

"You got that right!" Chris muttered, shaking his head as he tried to clear his head of the ghastly images.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, JACKPOT!" Jack yelled, easily cracking and opening a heavily encrypted file. "Let's see what's so important about this file that they put every safeguard they could on it..."

Slowly, words appeared on the screen and all four soldiers craned their necks to read it:

August 14th, 2005

The failures of both the Umbrella Corporation and HCF have left us with no other choice but to disband both companies. We had had high hopes of military applications of their products, but they proved too unstable to work with in the long run. The Tyrant and Tyrant-Veronica viruses were stable, but produced unsavory results. Likewise, the GENE-Virus was too unstable from its conception. Even those damned Las Plagas parasites were too hard to control, although they produced satisfactory results. Instead, we will now focus on creating synthetic viral strains, which would have a much greater chance at cellular bonding with human DNA. We have less than a decade to provide something adequate, so we must work quickly.

On another note, it appears that I have underestimated that Kennedy fool. It looks like he actually rescued Ashley, and is on his way back to us via Jetski. No matter, I'll have a gunship dispatched to take care of them both. Kennedy was only sent on this mission in Spain to distract him from the fact that his former comrades were being slaughtered by Wesker and his HCF. Now, no survivors of Racoon City will be left, and our work shall be uninterrupted!

I haven't much more time, since it is nearing the hour of my so-called "assassination". Once I've been "killed" then I can go back to my research of bonding a synthetic virus with the new technology known as nano-bots. Through these microscopic robots we can now control our future deadly creations. At least one good thing came out of Foxhound. Fortunetely, the Snake genome has all but been destroyed, so we don't have to worry about that superhuman pest anymore. The last one also died of old age as well, thank god and his "friends" have been eliminated several years ago as well.

I must go now. Once my death has been staged, the new president will take over things shortly, keeping up the innocent government facade while our private military grows stronger. The fools in our regular military are merely sheep, going where we guide them and doing what we tell them. Soon, they will be under our total control through a new virus as well, and with our new company, Gaia Medicinal, we will show the world the pure might that the United States of America wields!

President Brandon Graham

The last words flickered off of the holoscreen and the squad stood in shocked silence. Sara was the one to break it.

"Our government is involved?" she whispered in terror.

"Oh fuck me," Jack moaned. "We're working for the bad guys? But, but we're the good guys! Good guys don't do bad stuff! God damn it!"

Chris shook his head in fury. "Listen up people!" he barked. "Fuck orders! I became a Special Forces soldier by taking my vows to protect the innocent and uphold justice! I see none of that with the government I serve! Therefore as your commanding officer, I order you to disregard any order from a higher-up and suggest we get the hell out of here!"

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The Death Angel stood amongst a sea of flaming wreckage. Twisted scraps of armor and metal lay around him in ruins, and bodies littered the ground. The battle had been fiercely one-sided and short.

Stepping over the body of an AM-2, Dante ignored the sparks shooting out of its droid brain and the occasional twitch its legs gave out. He walked slowly towards the city...

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"Grab everything you need, and do it in under 5 minutes!" Chris whispered harshly as his squad raided the supply room. "Make sure you pack plenty of water and rations, we might have a long hike ahead of us!"

"Where are we going Cap?" Jack asked as he slung an XM-30 over his shoulder. He picked out a last-generation pistol, an HK SOCOM .45 and slid it into his thigh holster, along with a spare 3 clips into his vest.

"First we're finding Angel Boy," Chris said after a moment's thought. He nodded towards Sara, who looked slightly more cheerful at hearing this. "Then we're going to avoid our own comrades and allies the best we can while we somehow get to Gaia Island."

"Gaia Island, sir?" Sam asked as he loaded up on ion chambers. Chris nodded tersely.

"Like in every war in history, we take the battle to their playground."

When they finished gearing up, Chris led his team out to the vehicle park, where the army housed some of its tanks, LAVs and armored trucks. There were aircraft hangers nearby as well. They strolled past the security guard, who did a double take before running out of his booth, catching up to them.

"Sir, I'm sorry but I thought you weren't allowed to leave the compound?" he asked tightly, gripping his SCAR L.

Chris fixed the younger man with his steeliest glare. "Are you, a fucking security guard, telling me, a captain what to do boy?" he snarled as nastily as he could.

The young man shook his head profusely. "N-no sir, I just thought that -"

Chris interrupted him. "Thought what?" he barked. "If you didn't notice the badges on my uniform, they basically say that I can do whatever I want at my discretion soldier! We've just gotten orders from General Dekler to join him at the battlefront!"

The guard frowned. "I didn't recieve any confirmation for you to take a vehicle sir," he protested. "You don't have permission!"

Chris nearly burst a vein in his forehead. "Permission! Permission!" he roared, making the young man jump. "Why don't you run your scrawny ass over to the comm station and explain to the General why I can't leave this compound? I'm sure he'd looooooooove to hear your excuse soldier-boy!"

The man looked as if he wet himself. It was understandable, the general was a very scary man. "N-n-no sir!" he apologized. "You can take whatever you need sir!"

"Very good!" Chris snapped while his team had to look away as they smirked. "We'll be taking a Beramode class cruiser!"

(AN: pr: Bear-eh-moe-dae)

The guard's head snapped up. "Sir!" he complained weakly. "Th-that's an airship reserved for special -"

"Do you not see the Special Forces badge son?!" Chris bellowed. "Get me the God damn access keycodes NOW!"

The man nearly flew away as he hastened to obey Chris' order. Sara looked at her CO in amusement.

"I bet you he's scarred for life now," she mused.

"I've never flown a Beramode before!" Sam said excitedly. "I've only run the simulators!"

"Just don't crash," Chris warned as the guard came back with a set of transparent keys.

They took a hover shuttle to the large airship in the distance. A Beramode cruiser was a heavily armed, heavily equipped airship that suspiciously resembled the Leviathan from that ancient Final Fantasy XII game. In fact, most of the Air Force's cruisers featured fantastical designs mostly because the man who designed them used to work for Square-Enix. Small world...

Anyways, the cruiser itself was about 150 feet long, and 65 feet high. Its cockpit was at the very front of its pointed nose, and its rakish design allowed for many hover strakes to be utilized, for a total of 5. There were 2 huge ones on each side, plus a slightly longer one in the middle at the rear. In-between these were shorter ones used for stablizing the cruiser. The outermost strakes could be swept inwards towards the fuselage for higher speeds, and the ship featured 3 pulse detonation ion engines.

It was armed with a plethora of weapons, ranging from heavy ion canons on the outer strakes, heavy Hailstorm repeaters on rotating turrents for defense (these were situated at the top and bottom of the ship, 2 in the middle and 2 at the rear), and 2 huge missile bays that could carry anything from 400 Silhouette medium-range missiles to 50 continental .25 megaton nuclear missiles on their rotary launchers.

There was enough room for 6 people to be seated in the cockpit, and while it usually required 2 pilots, it could be run with just one. There were stations for navigations, weapons systems, radar, etc. Behind the cockpit was a short hallway with 5 dormitories on each side, and at the end was an elevator. The elevator could take you down one level to the decently sized kitchen/dining room and rec room. Another level down took you to the engine room and other mechanical rooms. Going up would take you to the hallways to the defense turrents.

In the event of an emergency (such as the cruiser being heavily damaged or about to crash) there were 2 shuttle craft that could be used to escape. Each could hold a maximum of 20 people, and were lightly armed with medium canons and dual 10 round rocket launchers. They had a maximum range of 100 miles before refueling.

(AN: Google the Leviathan from FFXII, it's sweeeeeet.)

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"Well, let's see what this baby can do!" Sam gloated as he sat in the pilot's chair. A push of a button opened a key reader, and he placed the four keycodes into it. A whir and hum announced the keys being read, and the ship powered up. Holographic controls lit up, surrounding the African-American and he slid his arms into the steering column, which resembled a 2 pronged fork. His fingers wrapped around the force-field emitting handgrips and he gave it a test. The cameras to the outside of the ship showed that all the required flaps, ailerons, tailerons and strakes were moving properly. He rotated the handrips forward 10 degrees and the engines hummed as some energy was put out.

"We got green lights all around," Jackson reported from his status station. "Ground Control is giving us the clear. Ready when you are Fischer!"

"Roger that," Sam said, opening the comm link. "Ground Control, this is Beramode class cruiser 9-6-A-7, callsign Agito requesting permission for take-off."

"Request granted 9-6-A-7 Agito, happy hunting."

Sam pushed his feet into the pedal controls and pressed downwards, activating the vertical ion thrusters and feeding power to them. He then pushed the steering column down and forward while rotating the handgrip to the full 90 degrees. The cruiser vibrated as the thrusters blasted out energy, lifting the 2000 ton airship into the blue sky. Once they were at a safe 500 feet, Sam eased off the pedals and shifted the column back to its normal position, turning the handgrips to 50 degrees and flicking the thumb switch on each one.

The vertical thrusters slowly shut off as power was diverted to the main triple engines, and a 3 bright blue spheres of light erupted from the tail of the airship, propelling it forward. The outer strakes expanded for increased manoerverability and the shorter strakes angled downwards slightly to keep the cruiser stable in flight.

The Beramode was off.

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The armored Angel watched imperiously as the mighty US Army retreated with their tails between their legs. True, they had military might and power, but when they pitted such massive force against a single, small enemy that was lightning fast, they stood no chance. It was age-old knowledge that speed and agility would win against brawn and brute force everytime. How could the enemy destroy you if they couldn't land a hit on you?

"Tseeeeeeeeeer!"

Dante looked up to see his burgandy colored friend. The raptor floated lazily in circles above him, having come back after the battle had ended. It screeched once more and flew to Dante's left. His head turned to see where it was going and he spotted a grey dot in the air in the distance. Zooming in, he saw it to be some sort of aircraft. It was heading straight towards him, but showed no hostile signs. Interesting.

When it was about 100 feet away, cruising slowly, Dante fired his jets, easily lifting himself up to around 400-500 feet and landing on the nose of the huge ship just as it reached him. He stood there, not even swaying to the heavy wind as he peered into the cockpit canopy, which was tinted a strong gold color.

Inside his helmet, Dante grinned wryly. Peering back at him in awe was Sara, and her little squad.

So they've joined the fight I see. Excellent.

He made a motion with his hand to signal that he wanted to come in. The leader of the group nodded and pointed up and backwards, mouthing the word hatch. Dante nodded and walked over the canopy, and along the top of the airship. He saw a hatch open near a weapon turrent and wasted no time in jumping down it.

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"Great, we've got him on board!" Chris exclaimed. "Fischer, activate the stealth measures!"

"Aye aye Cap'n!" Sam said in his best pirate accent. He slid his right arm out of the steering column and pressed a floating holographic button on the arm of his chair. A shimmer outside signalled the ship's light refracting abilities, and radar-stealth capabilities. "We're gone."

Chris opened the hatch to the hallway and Sara followed him out, eager to meet Dante again. They walked briskly to the elevator and went up to the turret hallway, where the titan was waiting for them. Sara beamed and didn't hesitate in running full tilt towards him.

"Dante!" she cried, stopping inches away from his large frame and pressing her hands against his chest - well, the clear armor plating on his chest. "It's good to see you again!"

She was answered with whirring, humming and mechanical clicks. The LED band wrapped back, revealing the quad-eyes. Said eyes and forehead section of the helmet pushed out an inch and slid upwards, curving back over the top of the head. The cheeks of the helmet pushed out as well, before folding back to press against the sides of the helmet. Sara gasped at the face before her.

Full lips curled into a smirk. Shining green eyes sparkled deviously at her. Arched eyebrows and long lashes framed those large, round eyes. A pale, slightly tanned heart-shaped face that was perfectly formed and unblemished was drunken by her eyes. An aqualine nose, perky and small, rested above the smirking lips.

Hands suddenly blocked the gorgeous view as Dante made to remove his helmet. Once off, a shock of glossy white hair curtained around his face, in a unique hairstyle. At his forehead was a fringe that reached his eyebrows. Going off to the sides, it increased in chunky, spiky length as the tips at the sides of his face met his chin, then grew longer and longer as it reached the back of his head, reaching past his shoulderblades. It was beautiful.

Dante looked like a very beautiful man, or an extremely handsome woman, whatever you would call it. The late Dr. Leone's notes weren't kidding at all.

"Sara," he greeted, his voice deep, low and smooth. "Good to see you again."