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Silence.

The agonizing silence, broken only by his own heavy breathing.

"What did you say?", Pest asked, unsure if this was an elaborate prank or his life was truly in peril.

"We're coming for you, Mr. White."

Pest's....Jonathan's heart sank. Years of his assumed identity, only to be outdone by a single traced phone call. Lights began flashing on the panel in front of him. Explosives detected in level two. Firefights in floors three through five. The fighting was getting closer. The control room wasn't all that protected, most of the security was in the first few levels.

"Do you think killing me would stop anything?", Pest said, regaining some of his composure. "Umbrella has survived worse than you. We've survived because we're stronger than pathetic worms like you. You're nothing but a science experiment gone wrong."

A soft click behind him made Pest tense up. A revolver being cocked. His revolver, which he stupidly left on a table a few feet behind him.

"You shouldn't say such hurtful things, Mr. White.", came a voice from behind him. To clarify the point, the revolver barrel was placed against the back of Pest's neck, the cold metal sending shivers down his spine.

"I'm not even the current leader of Umbrella. I don't even know who is, I've never met the person.", Pest said as he turned to face his killer.

"Oh, technicalities. You weren't just a leader. You made this branch.", the man said, reached over to fix Pest's collar. "You forged this rag tag group of misfits into something great. It ends with you, Mr. White."

Pest swallowed hard. His end was near, but the thought strangely brought him comfort. The sound of a gunshot rang through his ears, and he breathed no more.

"Say 'hello' to Konstantine for me.", the man said, lighting a cigar. He glanced at the soldiers behind him. "Find Miss Welford next. I want to her to scream."

We're under attack! Man your battle stations, get your gear together and fight!

Name:
Floor: (The floor you start out on)
Position/Rank/Title:(Purely formal. Make something up!)
Weaponry:(no listing your biceps unless you're going to be fighting with your fists.)
Items:(other than lint and pocket change)
Clothing/Armor: (Shoes, pants-shirt, armor)
Bio:(Whatever you want. Explain what your Rank/Title means)

Note: You'll be in the RP whether you join or not. We'll have a few NPC's of us running around, old members that no longer post.

The lab is divided into floors, transport between floors is done with elevators and multiple staircases.
The ground floor is the 'STARS Headquarters', where the STARS members we employ cover our secret base located below them. The pool is located here.

Sub floor 1, personal offices
Sub floor 2, cargo and equipment storage
Sub floor 3, cafeteria and various game rooms
Sub floor 4, lab areas
Sub floor 5, BOW storage and kitchen area
Sub floor 6, secure weapons storage
Sub floor 7, sleeping quarters

You have to walk across Sublevel 8 to reach the elevator for Sub level 9, or take the ladder in Sub level 7 to 9. Ladder is locked, Wesker has the key.

Sub floor 8 is full of large, empty rooms. Hardly anyone goes in here. Hardly.
Sub floor 9, administrative offices

Name: Jason
Initiative No. 12
Code Name: Odin
Floor: Sub-Floor 6
Position/Rank/Title: Initiative in the Yin Yang program

Weaponry: SAP gloves, Shoulder Harness Knife, Concealed .22 pistols attached to wrist, .50 taurus raging bull, weighted throwing knife attached to right leg beneath trouser leg, Garrote Wire
Items: 2 spare .22 clips, 18 spare .50 rounds, Zippo, full packet of ciggerettes
Clothing/Armor: Suit concealing body armour and SAP gloves

Bio:
Past: Initiative No. 12 in a new training program code named Yin Yang. It was in the process of being developed in order to create super soldiers that could function as both bodyguards and assassins. They were to have a visible threat to ward off minor dangers while concealng their true capacity. They would be taken from the best candidates in the outside world and have all trace of their identity removed both physically and from their own minds before undergoing vigerous training. The program has so far been a failure resulting in the deaths of initiatives 1 to 11. The first of what was planned to be many to come to finish the training and be given a code name picked from a norse god, since he was the first to pass he was named Odin.

Present: Jason had been maintaining his weaponry when the alarm sounded. Reacting quickly he gathered his equipment, straightened his tie and made his way towards the elevators. The STAR's had better have a good explanation for him...

Name: Goes by "Warden"

Floor: 5

Position/Rank/Title: Specialist

Weaponry:
1) Taurus M990 (9 rounds, .22LR Revolver, White color) in right hip holster.
2) IZHMECH MP412 (6 rounds, .357 Magnum Revolver, Matte Black color) on left hip holster.
3) Custom M14 . Selective fire, Hybrid sight and detachable bipod. Capable of feeding from all known M14 magazines, with high-capacity "Drum" magazines requiring some small manual on-site modifications. Digital camouflage. Stored on back.
4) USMC KA-BAR combat knife in a shoulder sheathe.
Items: 3x 20-round M14 Magazines in leg pouches. 1 9-round .22LR Speed Loader, and 1 6-round .357 Magnum Speed Loader, both full, in chest pockets. 18 .22LR rounds & 12 .357 rounds in side pockets. Always keeps weapons loaded, despite numerous warnings. He has, however, yielded to keeping his M14 and his 2 grenades on sublevel 6.

Total M14 Ammo: 80
Total .22LR: 36
Total .357: 24

Apparently I've got a Key to the ladder, too.

Clothing/Armor: Black collared shirt, black khakis, and a white labcoat. He owns a basic Kevlar vest kept on Sublevel 6, but has nearly never used it due to it being uncomfortable for him, and too heavy with all his other gear in mind.

Bio: Acquired the nickname "Warden" due to his forceful methods of keeping subordinates & experiments in line & cage, respectively. And they needed something to call him anyway.

He very much prefers to engage from a distance, but being below ground, his options with that are limited.

Granted the title "Specialist" because he not only served in the UBCS, but is also a top researcher at the facility.

He was busy "tending" to the experiments when the fighting began.

Name: Thomas "Havoc" Hawthorn

Floor: Sub-Floor 1

Position/Rank/Title: AWOL

Weaponry: AWM (Rifle), FN 57 with laser sight, Emblem Ring (Poison)

Items: A ring with the Umbrella Emblem that pops out a syringe filled with a rather deadly toxin, a pack of cigarettes, small amount of extra ammunition.

Clothing/Armor: A wrinkled grey button up and a pair of worn blue jeans and a black rain jacket and aviator glasses.

Bio: A bipolar being shrouded in relative mystery. All that is known about him is he both helped bring a branch of UC to power and then brought it down in shambles. Some say he died in the events that took place but in regards his key card was left activated in the event he ever returned.

Name: "Frost"
Floor: 1, Stars offices
Position: STARS Decoy
Weaponry: Samurai Edge(9mm)
Items: Flash drive w/ Umbrella Uplink codes on a necklace. Spare boxes of 9mm ammo.
Clothing: Light grey jacket with 'STARS' emblazoned on the back, camo pants, boots. His pistol is in a sling across his chest
Bio:
He was one of the original STARS members, retrieved from Arkley Forest before it was destroyed. He was brought back for combat testing, but Pest saw potential in him as a potential distraction, to keep the secret of Umbrella away from prying eyes.

Name: Mack Johnson
Floor: Sub Floor 6
Position/Rank/Title: Master Armorer/ Armory Guard
Weaponry: Custom H&K G36 Rifle, Korean Era .45, GI Issue Survival Knife
Items: 7.62 Bandolier, Two frags, and one basic First Aid Kit. (Has a extra amount of ammo due to him "Misplacing" multiple ammo types.) 2 Pairs of handcuffs for any "Un-motivated" workers.
Clothing/Armor: Black Combat boots. Flecktarn Blouse, Trousers, flak, and a kevlar.
Bio: Mack Johnson was a cadet at the Airforce Academy after a SERE course gone wrong, He was kicked out, on the way back to his hometown he was approached by a very odd looking man. He then was offered a chance to join Umbrella after his file was reviewed. Enjoyed weapons and took the job of armory guard. Mack was sitting down enjoying his Grandfather's .45 when all the fighting began.

Name: Austin "Powers" Wright

Floor: Sub Floor 1, Office 24

Position/Rank/Title: Station Security Coordinator

Weaponry: Smith & Wesson Model 686 (Hip Holster), KABAR Knife (Ankle Holster), M4 Super 90 Shotgun

Items: Ammo (In Tac Vest), ID Card, Cell Phone, Radio, Med Kit

Clothing: Hiking Boots, Black Cargo Pants, Black Sweater, Black MOLLE Ballistic Vest

Bio: (Coming Soon)

Name:Zachary other wise known as Z 1 or Z
Floor: 6 secure weapons storage
Position/Rank/Title: Quartermaster
Weaponry:(Colt M1911 With AP rounds, Kukri
Items:Spare Ammo. Three grenades, Frag, Flash bang, White phosphors. Large chunk of C4 and multiple detonators
Clothing/Armor: Dragon skin tactical body armor
Bio: Later

Name:
Tyrant Type 8808 "Trigger" the sharkowl

Floor:
Sub floor 5, BOW storage and kitchen area. Specifically, he lives in a vending machine.

Position/Rank/Title:
Failed Bioweapon, kept functional for research and other less... professional purposes. Basically he's a pet.

Weaponry:
- Titanium talons
- Vibroblade dorsal fin
- Mini-missiles (Housed inside wings) (8 missiles)
- Experimental submachinegun (Barrel housed under tongue) (1000 rounds) (Rounds are housed where internal organs should be)
- Lucky balisong

Items:
- A speaker device implanted in his throat allows him to speak with a human voice. (A deep bass rumble - the manliest of voices)
- About six dollars and fifty-nine cents worth of pennies and nickels.

Clothing/Armor:
- Once had a forcefield of sorts, but the uranium used to power it has long since passed its half-life and lost power. Could conceivably be powered back up.
- Employees occasionally force Trigger to wear tiny little sharkowl shirts they knit for him in their spare time. Don't forget a nine inch slit for the dorsal fin.

Bio:
Trigger was one of the first attempts at creating a tyrant out of non-humans (The experiment was led by one William Birkin during a four-day tequila bender.) Originally an owl born sometime in the distant future, Trigger was "acquired" by Umbrella at an early age, and augmented with shark and badger DNA to make him more aggressive and tenacious (he rarely admits to the badger blood.) Despite having never been cleared for use in the field, Trigger has nonetheless proven useful in base defense, though he usually causes more damage than the intruders he massacres so gleefully. Owls, sharks, and badgers are all fiercely territorial by nature.

Name:Jack White. Nicknamed:Tool
Floor: Floor 5

Position/Rank/Title:Umbrella Security personelle.

Weaponry: 9mm pistol with optional silencer attachment,Bowie Knife strapped on his shoulder,Standard Umbrella Security Assault rifle,4 frag grenades.

Items:Flashlight,Umbrella Security Keycard up to level 3 access,4 9mm pistol clips,6 assault rifle clips.

Clothing/Armor: Standard Umbrella Security armor,able to withstand a few bullets before being compromised,doesn't hinder movement.

Bio:Jack always heard rumors about Umbrella and its secret experiments,he had always heard how evil they were and that they ruined many lives.However,he saw things differently,everyone at Umbrella was innovative,pushing the bounderies of human capabilites.Sure there was a mistake here and there,but without mistakes one can never achieve perfection.

When he graduated from highschool he quickly began to search for a way to join the ranks of Umbrella,he was highly driven and stood at nothing to get what he wanted.It wasn't long before he was noticed by Umbrella and he was quickly enlisted as part of the security team at their HQ.

Jack got nicknamed Tool because whenever anyone needed a job done,they always went to Jack.He proved to be useful in any situation and thus the nickname Tool.

When the attack happened,Jack was stationed at the B.O.W storage area.A bad place to be stuck at when the facility got under attack,armed and ready Jack was not going down without a fight.