Mainframe Control safe house
"Okay people, we need to move fast! I want that safe house under lock down, Selene. With me!" Carlos, a black haired biker dressed in a bomber jack and combat boots along with standard issue special forces pants was quick to load his shotgun as 'the beasties' were at his door. "Why do I 'always' get into trouble?" Groaning as he and Selene spurted to the entrance to take position. Followed by a few death dealers.
Carlos was a lycan, Selene despised him because of this more then anything else. The guy was in command because Wesker had said so and, although he did a good job. He was still a lycan. Selene narrowed her eyes at the entrance. Double doors, lovely. A Death dealer next to her loaded his MP5 and aimed down the sights at the door. "If they come through there there nuts! Somebody check the windows!" A few made off loading their weapons or pulling the safety cap off. "And somebody contact the god damn mansion!"
Selene watched as the doors were beaten in. They had been found by Lucien. He must've seen it being used as mainframe. As a first generation Werewolf barreled through the door, it was met with a shotgun shell that entered through his front skull and exited through his spine falling dead at Carlos' feet. "Hah! In your face!" The battle continued as lycans in human form armed to the teeth with modern firearms barged in and began to open fire. Triggering more shotgun shells and MP5 fire, followed by more 'in your face' comments.
Though the battle was eventually won, the death dealers had sustained quite some losses due to the new rounds. Carlos had sent Selene to enlighten the mood amongst the death dealer reinforcements heading (hopefully) his way. Sitting on a chair in the comms room with the remaining eighteen death dealers, he didn't pay them any mind, if they wished to keep dirty weapons, well fine. However things get more interesting as he gets a very unexpected call. "Hey lycan, it's for you." the death dealer sneered.
Ripping the phone from his hands in response he answered the phone growing white. "I'd like to be pointed out why a 'Lycan' is in charge over there whist I come over personally." Emelia's voice was unmistakably not pleased.
"Well...Erm... I got the job from Miloviec when I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and I survived the lycan... Anything else..?" The phone line was cut and he put the phone down.
"Emelia is coming down here and our asses are fried!" He walked off to the makeshift barracks of cots to lie down.
Emelia had gone ahead, not wishing to leave command to a lycan any second longer then necessary. She trusted Victoria, sure. Lycans? No. Grumbling whist walking along the roof towards the safe house sprinting and jumping whist cars below her drove towards the same destination. As she jumped she could see the full moon. It was foreboding something, she didn't know what it was but it just did...
The roofs of Budapest were at least always a few storages high. Reaching from two to four. Dropping into one of the shattered windows she dropped into the shadows. She smelled the air and heard rummaging of zips and leather like bags. The scents were human. She crept closer in the shadows. Emelia saw her, it was impossible. 'She was dead, how?' Staying in the dark corner where she was she could taste the scent of humans. They were wrapping the Lycan bodies in body bags on her orders. 'Strange for her to do such things.'
Footsteps could be heard from all sides as death dealers surrounded them. The woman in charge wore a normal death dealers suit and trench coat. Her raven black hair grown short just above her shoulders, Selene.
"Freeze or we'll-"
"Or you will do what?" The female voice was unmistakably cold, Emelia observed her carefully. She seemed a vampire, but also something else. A suit of death dealer armor. 'Full plate' death dealer armor Emelia corrected herself, was suited upon the slender form. Yet all this seemed to have little impact on how her blond hair reached for her shoulders. Her eyes white blue as she eyed Selene carefully.
"Or I'll shoot you myself!"
*Cleanly* she had no idea who she was talking to, if it was indeed her. One of her human companions whispered something in her ear. A short tilt of her head as all the response he got from her. Aiming her gun at the woman's head Selene made a threatening motion by clenching the trigger. The woman sighed.
"Don't do that, please. We mean no harm. And I doubt we can inflict any." She remained calm as she tried to reason with the death dealer. Emelia decided that it was best to intervene before Selene actually pulled that trigger and stepped out of her hiding spot and walked towards them, dust springing up with each step she took, a click each time the boots came down.
"That will be enough, Selene. She is kind enough to show reasoning, make use of that. She is cleanly not some Lycan." The woman now turned to face her. Her features were some how familiar to her. The woman was, for human standards the most beautiful woman one could imagine. Though she was still remarkably pale.
"At least Princess Emelia has the courtesy of manners." She spoke in a respectful voice and bows in respect. Selene holstered her guns but kept a skeptical look on her face.
"Mind calling off your... Kinsmen?" Her words were spoken calm. Yet her stance was tensed. Emelia eyed her before making a reply.
"What will happen to the bodies?"
"Well we dispose of those. After noting cause of death of course. The first generation Werewolf is most interesting to see alive. I recall one particular legend telling a tale that thousands were slain by her hand. I am surprised to see some made it." Emelia motioned to Selene whom side stepped to let the humans out.
Carlos had come out with his men and had watched the entire thing unfold.
"What legend?" Her finger traced the line of her jaw. She did this often when she was human. Strange to be reminded of that after so long. Watching Selene she decided against her own better judgment.
"Selene, with me. The rest, secure the mainframe."
Walking with her by her side Selene asked her the question she was waiting for.
"What legend?" Of course she must be aware of her own streak. But little did she know that if every first generation lycan counted double she'd have about one fourth of the legend's streak. Walking into a darker corridor she stopped. Leaning against the wall she looked bitterly at Selene.
"History is forbidden to be looked into, I know. But certain legends deserve to be known."
Selene raised her eyebrows at this and awaited her next move.
"You are older then most that have served here, Selene. Your streak comes the closest to the legendary score that everybody inside the death dealers remember that are old enough. That score is only the face of the legend."
Sighing she slammed her fist into the wall, denting the concrete. Selene took a step back.
"Some may have uttered the name 'Viktor's daughter' to you before. But it rarely has any meaning behind it today. Today it refers to rumors that are no longer relevant."
Leaning again against the wall her eyes illuminated a emerald green light.
"One of Viktor's daughters was the one to hold that streak." She watched Selene process this information.
A bitter smile came over her usual static and cold expression.
"Amilia of Moldavia. She held the streak until she died in the raid upon your most hated enemy's den, Lucien's fortress." Selene looked at her with a skeptical look, tilting her head.
Sighing she released the one thing she wished to hear.
"Or so I thought just moments before. The streak consists of over eighty thousand First generation Werewolves and about eighty three Lycans." Selene eyed her carefully.
"History has been altered before Selene, only that count has always remained the same. That count is the only true thing about Amilia of Moldavia. The rest you would ever read are malicious lies." A bitter smirk drew over her face.
Selene still eyed her.
"And how am I supposed to believe this? Viktor saved us all from that accursed Lycan." Emelia anticipated this and merely shrugged, her cold face remained nonchalant.
"Believe me or don't. Either way that is the true legend about the streak. Today everyone remembers the streak. But I shall always remember the Woman behind the streak. For she was more human and more vampire then any alive today."
Selene watched her elder with interest. Emelia's expression gave way to a saddened look and sour smile.
"She was gifted against her will, and yet she used her gift for more good then I, Marcus or even Viktor has. It seems we simply couldn't cling to humanity." She stepped from the shadows, her heels kicked dust up as the leather coat flung at her black. Retaining her composure she walked into the communications room.
Carlos and a few death dealers were busy monitoring every safe house on the quickly established mainframe.
"I think I saw someone there." The death dealers on the mainframe laughed. "Oh right, the bats don't count." Grinning they went back to seriousness. Carlos stood up and saluted Emelia as she entered. "Milady."
Nodding coldly she stepped in front of him to inspect what had the audacity to be comfortable amongst his opposite kind. He was an average man, probably a hippy turned in the eighties or something along that time. He was bulky round his arms and his face was a grinning beard. Grey and white. His eyes were a green color. Something Emelia could appreciate for once. This miserable man had actually something vaguely in common with her.
"I take it you'll not be 'too' vague about the past?" Scratching his beard he looked at her silently, his eyes filled with anticipation. Emelia noticed the man was taller then herself. Though not towering over her, he was still a fair bit taller.
"Well, lass. I can tell you it was a dark alley and it was a lycan that Miloviec was hunting. I was out smoking me weed. Next thing I know a pair teeth sink into my neck." He rolled his eyes in a sarcastic gesture his voice following shortly after. "'Oh how pleasant.'"
Emelia absolutely started to hate this man. "excuse me? Did you just call me 'lass'?" He looked a moment at her. Narrowing his eyes at her before looking at Selene then back.
"I'm sorry but... Which of you is the elder?" The death dealers behind him had a hard time keeping themselves from smirking. Emelia rolled her eyes.
"Me, you idiotic dog!" He stared at her, before starting to smirk.
"Is that the best you can come up with?" "milady"
he quickly added seeing Selene motion to her guns. The mainframe controllers smirked.
"Carlos, you don't know what you're walking into..."
He looked back a moment and made his scoffing remark. "Oh just monitor those bats will you?"
"Who else is qualified to lead in this facility?" Carlos mouth twitched upwards at this.
"You see, there's a point to me being in charge..." An uncomfortable silence as Emelia uttered a faint groan and left the room followed by Selene. Walking back through the corridors of this once mansion like building she tried to think to herself aloud.
"So we lost ten men. Which means we will have about... three men left at the mansion. Not counting the humans."
She really needed a vacation. "Solm's there so that won't be a problem unless that hybrid jack-ass shows up" Selene commented to a death dealer next to her. Prioritizing her thoughts a silence fell down the corridor. The only sound the clicks of boots and leather.