Post here for the new UBCS Roleplay. New writers are welcome, but please check with myself, U.B.C.S.Iron, or S.T.A.R.S-Kaynen.M first, thanks.

Eddie picked up the phone on the third ring.
"Hello?" He mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
"Price? its Dimitri Orlov, we have a FNG being assigned to your squad. Orders are to pick him up from here."
"Alright, I'll be down in twenty. And check your watch next time, its barely 5am."
The phone the other end had already been disconnected. Sighing, Eddie, placed the phone back in the receiver and climbed out of bed. Umbrella had provided quite a modest apartment. It certainly suited all of his needs. But then again, all he needed was a place to lie down, and a well stocked liqour cabinet. He had both here.
Rummaging through the chest of drawers beside his bed, he pulled out a fairly clean pair of jeans and a brand new tshirt. He headed downstairs.
Stepping out of his appartment building, the sun was just starting to rise in the distance, casting light over the area. Not exactly what he needed for his hangover, but what the hell, he could go back to bed once the new guy was settled in.
He reached the office near the main gate after about a 10 minutes walk. The Russian master sergeant, Orlov, was scanning through a pile of paperwork on his desk. Without looking up, he pointed through to a waiting room to his left. Inside was the fairly young new recruit. He stood up, offering his hand.
"Chester Jones, call me Iron." He said with an accent Eddie couldn't quite place.
"Eddie Price." He replied, taking the mans outstretched hand. He was about Eddies height and weight, maybe a few pounds less and about 10 years younger. "Lets get you settled in." Eddie said, leading him back out into the office.
"Where's he staying Dimitri?" He asked.
"Apartment block across from you, second floor, apartment 2D." Dimitri replied, again not looking up from his desk.
They headed outside. Chester, like most UBCS personel, had arrived with little bagage. He was carrying only a backpack and a small suitcase on wheels.
"Are you my officer?" Chester asked as they walked.
"Hell no. I work for a living." Eddie replied. "I'm your squad commander, a sergeant. Theres five other guys in our squad. You'll meet them later."
"Ok." Chester seemed to think over the latest information.
"Where did you serve?" Eddie asked, curious.
"Oh I uh, haven't." He replied sheepishly.
"What are you then? A Police officer."
"No I'm a scientist, well a glorified explosive expert really." He added with a smile.
"Excellent. I've always found guys who like to make stuff go boom make the best company." He laughed. They reached Iron's new appartment building and took the elavator to the second floor. Reaching his appartment door, Eddie turned to his squad member.
"Any problems, give me a call on this number." He said, handing over his telephone number. "Morning briefing is at 0700 hours, PT is at 0800, after that, we normally do weapons training. Any questions?"
"How do I know where to go?"
"Just follow all the other guys, they'll all be heading in the same direction. Just don't talk to them, most the guys here aren't exactly friendly. And don't worry about them wearing uniforms, we'll get you suited out with the quartermaster later on. Now, if there's nothing else, I'll see you at seven." He headed back to the elavator, turned,
"Oh, and from now on its sergeant Price. The officers are sticklers for rules so were very formal around here."
"Thanks Sergeant." He said with a smile.
Eddie headed back to his apartment for another hours sleep.

After Sergent Price left the room Chester turned around and did a walk around the Tiny Apartment. A small Kitchenet in the one corner near the middle was a table and a chair, and around a the wall was a looked to be a pull out couch.
Chester Luaghed to himself silently and pulled out the couch.
It was getting close to noon. He started rummaging through the cabinets and noticed that most of the food was expired or partially eaten by rodents.
He sat on his bed and fiddled around with the t.v. All he could get was the news channel so he watched barely paying attention due to his lack of sleep.
When he awoke it was just after 5. He walked over to his suitcase and pulled out his clothing and placed it in the empty drawers. He grabbed his notepad and pen and walked over to the table and sat down. He started writing formulas and chemical equations down. Her looked at the fridge adross from him he was getting really thristy, he walked over and opened it and closed it due to the aroma from within. Gagging he wlaked over to the phone and called Sergent Price.
"Hello, Sergent Price it is Chester."
"Uhh Hello Chester, What is it im very busy right now."
"Sorry but i was just wondering about the food, do they give us it or is there a store on this base?"
"Umm there is a mess hall and a small store where we pick up nescities milk, and water. During your training they might come by and fill your fridge and cabinets. Ill see you in the morning Mr.Jones, Dont be late."
"Thank you sergent"
Chester Hung up the phone and stood staring at the wall for a minute listening to the news.
"After a fatal Accident 3 Scientists were killed last week in Swedan. Police Officials say there was some kind of high powered blast."
Chester felt cold shivers going down his back as the story went on.
"They don't know if it was an Accident or not but they are not ruling anything out. Well hear more from this story later on."
Chester sat on the bed with a sign of relief that his name was not mentioned. But he knew that soon they'll catch up with him.
Chester sat and thought about her. going over everything he did before the accident. He layed down going over the equations and prepartions in his mind thinking to himself that the explosive shouldn't of gone off.
He Started drifting into a sleep when someone knowcked on the door.
Now who could that be?

Kenneth speant the day with his sqaud doing exercises, there sqaud speant alot more time actually together then most others, but he still didnt trust anyone. They had done training excersises in the afternoon, and he picked up food on the way home from the mess hall because he couldnt cook for his life. Sergeant O'Conner told them to get a good rest tonight, because they would be doing alot of drills tommorow. He ate dinner, a bowl of chili and a peice of bread with a caton of milk, and got to bed early.

The Next Morning


The phone rang earlier then usual, but I knew it was gonna anyway. I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"
"McArthur, were gonna get an early start today, we have alot to get through."
It was O'conner
"Alright sir, anything i should bring?"
"Only what you think you'll need McArthur, Cya in, 20 minutes?"
"Il be there"

I quickly hung up the phone and headed for the shower. I cleaned up, got dressed in track clothes, and grabbed my gun assembling and desembling kit, I put the parts to the M9 Handgun i had never finished in the kit with it, and headed for the feild office... with 8 minutes to spare.

Its a little past 3:30 am,Setember 27th.Yuri sits in his commanding officer's Ford Blazer,contaplating his next mission as they drive there way to the breifing.

-2 hours before.......

Yuri is sitting in dark apartment,with only a table light illumanting the still presence of nothing.Laying on the table is a .357 Colt Python with one round in the chamber.He's been drinking more than usual today.As he sits there thinking about all the stuff he's done,he thinks about all the people he's killed while working for the copreration.Men,Women, and on some instances.........children.He takes the gun and places it in his mouth.With his thumb on the hammer, he pulls it back and closes his eyes with a single tear rolling down his scared eye.In his mind is says to himself "Forgive me".
Just as hes about to pull the trigger,the phone rings. He sundenly snaps back into reality and drops the gun.Staring at the phone, he thinks about if he should answer.He picks it up and answers.

(with a heavy russian accent)
"Yes?"

"Yuri it's Chan,We have a situation."
(Chan is the commanding officer for UBCS Charlie Platoon)

"what sort of situation?"

"Im comming to pick you up, ile be there in a hour,get your things"
*Click

Yuri without questioning orders,heads to his bedroom closet to retrive his duffle bag.Before any mission he checks to see if anything is missing. He pulls out "Mishka",his TOZ pump action shotgun and checks to see if its loaded.Then he pulls out His M4A1 and inspects in up and doen.While not as reliable as a Ak-47,it makes up with its accuracy.He then places 3 Fragmentation gernades on his bed.Lastle he pulls out his Knv-1 combat knife to make sure it was still sharp,it was.

After inspecting his equipment, he puts it all back in his duffle bag along with the standard UBCS atire.As he walks out of his apartment he takes one last look around.For some reason, he gets a odd feeling that he'll never return again.

Chan pulls up to Yuri and opens the door.With a crooked smile he says

"You look like shit Yuri,been drinking again?"

Yuri can't help but grin and flip off Chan at the same time.

He steps into Chan's Black Ford Blazer and closes the door,the two dissapear into the night.

Yuri looks over to Chan and says,

"What is the mission this time?"

"Im not sure, some sort of rescue operation i think."

"Rescueing who exacly?"(Yuri speaking with a stern tone)

"Civilans i think"

Yuri looks out into the quiet dark strech of road and says
"where?"

"Some town called Raccoon City."

After dropping the new recruit off at his apartment, Eddie headed back to his own appartment to grab what little shut eye he could before the rest of the camp woke up. However, when he got there, he already had two new messages on his answering machine.
One was from a local woman he had met twice, asking to ring him so they could meet up and talk. From the sound of it, she had been crying. She'd probably broken up with her actual boyfriend. That was one conversation he would NOT be having.
The second was from his platoon commander, Dieter Hapsburg, saying something had come up and that he was to assemble his squad for a briefing at 0800 hours today. That got his attention. Umbrella only ever interrupted their schedule if the UBCS were going to shipped out on operation. There was no point ringing Hapsburg for more information. Eddie knew Umbrella well enough that they would withhold any and all information about the incident until the entire UBCS were present for the briefing.
He would call up the others in about an hour, there was no point waking them up and having them cool their heels until 0800. He headed for his bed, and, just as he closed his eyes, the phone rang. Groaning, he picked it up.
"Hello, Sergent Price it's Chester."
Christ, he thought, the poor guy probably was feeling lonely.
"Uhh hello Chester, What is it? I'm very busy right now."
"Sorry, but i was just wondering about the food, do they give us it or is there a store on this base?"
"Umm, there's a mess hall and a small store where we pick up nesicities milk, and water. During your training they might come by and fill your fridge and cabinets. I'll see you in the morning Mr.Jones, Dont be late."
"Thank you Sergeant"
With that, Eddie hung up and collapsed back into bed, soon falling asleep.
His alarm went off at the regular time of 7am. Rising quickly, Eddie showered, shaved, and slipped his uniform on before heading out the door. On the way to the briefing hall, he paged his squad mates, having to double check Chester's number to be sure. Reaching the room ahead of most others, he saw Sergeant O'Connor had already assembled his squad and were waiting near the front of the room. Bastard had probably told his guys to be there early to show off to the officers. Lieutenant Victor was the only officer present at the front of the hall. He was busy studying documents across one of the tables up front. After Eddie found a comfortable seat, Lieutenant Petrinko and Lieutenant Chan walked in. Petrinko was walking a little unsteadily. Rumour said he was a very heavy drinker. Lieutenant Hapsburg was the last officer to arrive, carrying an official looking document under his arm.
Eventually, the rest of the unit showed up in the hall, until, just before 8 am, the last man walked through.
Lieutenant Victor waited until everyone was siting quietly before he started to talk.
"Men. We've got another operation."

Chester Walked slowly towards the door.
Wondering who it could be looked through the peep hole but could see nothing. He unlocked the Bolt lock and opened it slowly saying hello.
He peeked his head around the corner and saw a burst of Fire coming directly toward him.

He woke up in a dry sweat. Breathing heavily he new it was a dream. Chester got up and checked the time. 5am 2 hours till he had to meet with his sqaud. He showered and got dressed not knowing what to were we through on a nice shirt and pants and looked at the fridge while rubing his stomach. He backed up his backpack full of his Chemicals and formulas and other things he wouldn;t want anyone to steal. he walkled out the door at 6 a clock and went for a stroll down the Compund to looka round. after about an hour he felt his pocket vibrating reaching in pulled out a pager not remebering where he got it from read the messages. There were 2 from Sergent Price, Get to the Breifing Hall. Ill talk to you when you get there.
He looked up and started seeing people pouring out of the Apartments.
Like Price Said "Follow the people they'll be going to the sameplace."
So he did when he got there he could see Price sitting by himself ina chair againest the wall. To his left he could see some officers directed there squads into formation.
I walked into the room that was filled with chatter i looked over to Sergent Price and was waving me over.
"I wonder what the comotion is all about" Chester said to himself.

Yuri and Chan walked in around 7:30 A.M., plenty of time to grab a cup of coffee. As Chan was pouring Yuri a cup, Yuri couldn't help but notice some of the other mebmers from the different squads. As he scanned the breifing room he took notice of a few members he knew.Sgt. price was half awake in a chair while O'connor was assembleing his men. And then there were a few men he didn't know. across the room was a hispanic fellow talking to a marksmen from Delta,Carlos if he was right. Near Lt.Victor was a sargent named Nicholai. He knew he was russian,but knew little about him.

As soon as everyone was there,around 8 o'clock,the breifing began.

"Men,We got another operation."

Everyone was stern and quiet.

"On Setember 25th, 1800 hours we receive intel that a biohazard leak in Raccoon City was detected and was making the civilans go crazy"

"Our orders are to evac the civilans non affected and to contain the situation,martial law has been placed in Raccoon City,so there shouldn't be much trouble"

"If things get out of control, you will meet up at the church located near the hospital,and wait for further orders."

"This mission will be called,Operation Mad Jackel,is this understood?"

"YES SIR!" yelled every single member.

"Good,now gather your equipment,and meet up with your squads, we leave in 30."

As soon as the breifing was over everyone scrambled to get to there squad.Yuri made sure that all of his men were ready.He commanded D squad while Chan commanded A squad.there about 8-10 men per squad,
all quite capable of putting up a fight if needed. each platoon was assigned a location to seceure. Charlie platoon was assigned a suburb known as "Raccoon Fields". their objective was to seceure the area and to wait for further orders.

As soon as everyone was ready, they preceded out to the Helipads where a group of about 5-6 SH-3 Sea Kings waited to begin loading up their men.
Yuri got on the 3rd Sea king and made sure that his squad and another squad from Charlie platoon were sceure.Within 5 minutes, the chopper began to take off one after another.the loud engines of the chopper made it almost impossibe to hear anything.It was going to be about a 4 hour flight to Raccoon City so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

3 hours into the flight,Private Gramn(a member of yuri's squad), woke up Yuri and told them that they were almost there.Yuri then grabbed his stuff and looked out the window of the chopper. he could see that they were flying over a forest. The intercom of the chopper kicked on and said...

"5 minutes people,look sharp."

Yuri then gave a hand signal to his men to get ready.
He looked out the window again and he began to see houses below him. The Sea King was making its final approach. The ramp slowly came down,and then all of a sudden they touched ground.

As the briefing drew to a close, the squad leaders, Eddie included, gathered their squad mates and headed outside to give them their personal orders before the transports took off.
Once outside, Eddie drew Bravo Platoon, Squad D around him.
“Ok guys, I’ll keep this short. Those of you smart enough will have noticed we have a new face amongst us today.” He announced, impersonating his guidance counsellor. “His name is Chester Jones. He’s going to be our Demo specialist, so I want everyone to be extra nice to him.” That garnered smiles from most the squad, a few of the friendlier ones even nodded hello to the newcomer.
He then introduced Chester to the rest of the group. “Maurice Larval, Paul Van Schmitt, Liam O’Hara, Bill Caradine, and Chris Hilton. Now, as I’m sure your all aware, as Chester is the new guy, he’s gonna need some looking after until he finds his feet. I would have preferred a week or so to familiarise him how we do things, but it looks like he’ll have to learn on the job.” Indicating the rest of the squad, apart from Chester, he continued, “Grab your food and water from the mess hall, then head to the quartermaster for your weapons and ammo. And remember my rule: carry as much ammunition as possible.”
As the squad dispersed, Eddie turned to Chester.
“Let’s get you a uniform first.” He said, leading him over to the supply warehouse.
“Uh, Sergeant, what about you? Don’t you need your weapons? I hope I’m not holding you up?” Chester worried as they crossed the square.
“Don’t fret. Each of the platoons got a couple of new guys this week. Squad leaders will be issuing them their stuff as well. It’s all part of the job Mr. Jones.”
Chester nodded, “Do you think the squad will….you know…”
“Do I think the squad likes you?” Eddie halted and turned to him. “Let me give you some advice, everyone in this outfit is here because they have done very bad things in outside life. Van Schmitt worked for the apartheid government in South Africa. He’s got a lot of blood on his hands. Caradine killed seven teenage girls when on leave. I really wouldn’t worry if they like you or not.”
“I see, sorry.”
“Don’t mention it.” They reached the supply warehouse.
Presently they headed back outside again. Chester was now dressed in his UBCS uniform. Also taking an Umbrella baseball cap.
“Can you shoot?” Eddie asked, as they entered the warehouse next door.
“Not really, no. I can blow things up alright, but I can’t really aim.”
“Right, we’ll get you a scatter gun then. Just point it in the general direction and shoot.” He handed over a charcoal grey Remington 870 shotgun. “That can hold eight shells, so make sure you count how many you’re firing.” He also handed over a Beretta, and a large military grade backpack. It was heavy; about 50 pounds maybe. “You’ve got enough C-4, semtex, and god knows what else in there to level a small city. Try to be careful with it.” Eddie also grabbed an M4A1 assault rifle, a Sig Pro SP2009 pistol, and three antipersonnel grenades.
“Alright, lets get going shall we?”
They headed across the tarmac again towards the waiting helicopters. There was already a large crowd of men smoking and chatting a few metres from the helipads.
“Sergeant.” Chester asked, “What should I do when we get down there?” He asked nervously.
“Just stick close to me. If I’m not around, stick to Chris. He’s a nice guy. He’ll look out for you.”
“What did he do?”
“He used to be a cop, but he shot, I think it was five, unarmed suspects.”
“Sounds like a nice guy.”
Eddie smiled,
“You’re in the UBCS, he’s the nicest guy we’ve got.”
They started to board the choppers.

Kenneth got the mission breifing from O'Conner, and i was going to go talk to the 2 new guys in our sqaud before O'Conner called me over

O'Conner: Kenneth, get the weapons out, quickly remind the new guys about them.

Kenneth: Yes'sir.

I went to the storage room and started to spread the weapons on the table in the room. I set the box of M4A1 Magazines-fully loaded-on the table as well, and several boxs of shotgun shellls. I set the grenades on the table, as well as the demolition bag.

They started to come in, and I gave the soldiers their assigned weapons. Then the two new guys came in.

Kenneth: Class and preference?

"Rick Wesner, Marksmen, prefered scoped weaponry."

I handed him a SM MK-16, and 4 clips of ammo, 10 shots each, and a standerd issue M92F Pistol.

Kenneth: Alright, those mags have 10 shots each, make sure you keep track of them, dont worry about bolt-action, its semi automatic. The handgun has 15 shots. You got a knife?

Rick: Yes sir.

Kenneth: Alright, your good to go.

The second new guy came up after him.

Kenneth: Name, class and preferences?

"Levac Viennta, heavy weapons, preffered weapons will grips."

I looked on the shelves for weapons, and saw something he might like.

"Grenade launcher ok?"

Levac: Yes, I can make do with that.

I handed him a MM1 Grenade Launcher, with grip and a laser sighting.

Kenneth: Revolving chamber of 12 rounds, il give you different types of ammo, Riot grenades are black tipped, explosives are grey tipped, and airburst are gold. 36 explosive, 12 riots and 24 airburst. Heres a Colt 1911 .45 Calibur, here are some extra mags for it.

Levac: Appreaciated, cya on the feild.

Kenneth: Wait,

Levac: Yes sir?

Kenneth: You got a knife?

Levac: Yes.

Kenneth: You sure about that?

He felt for his knife sheath, and it wasnt there. I grabbed one from the shelf and handed it to him.

Kenneth: Remember to keep track of your shit.

He walked away, and I grabbed my weapons - M249 Saw, Custom Tactical 12 Gauge, and my Laser-sighted M92F, a few flash grenades and fragmentations. I went out, everyone in the Sqaud was ready, and i awaited further orders from O'Conner.

O'Conner: Alright Men, Lets get this show on the road!

We borded the chopper.

Pilot on Comm: Alright boys eta 3 hours, keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times, and enjoy your flight.

Chester was Sitting In the Chopper Looking around at the Faces of his Sqaud. Waiting for the Helicopter to lift up after Sergent Price gave the go Ahead we were in the air. I looked down at the ground and saw the other Helicopters leaving in a simlir pattern but all heading ina different spot.
He looked at Bill as he looked at something in his pocket he couldn't really make it out. He wondered about how everyone got here and they all looked like they were Gratful for this second chance.
He looked at Price and Price Nodded And Said.
"Watch were you aiming that thing, Remember that so you dont blow off the guys head next to you."
Liam The guy Sitting beside Chester lowered his Gun.
We were pretty high up and Over the com the Pilot said
"ETA 3 Hours get some rest boys i heard theres alot of Shit going on down there."
Chester Thought to himself wondering what was going on. Evactuated Civilians people going Crazy? Quartining The city. He didnt know but he remebered reading somthing similiar in a Lab Report at his old Lab. Thinking about his old Lab he thought about Jenna the Girl who he killed in the Explosion. He went back over what happened in his mind over over trying to find the secrets which with what happened.
"So Sarge what do you think about this Operation.?" Asked Maurice.
"Larval I don't Think I do. Out there in the field you dont have time to think you have to be fast and Effective." Responded Price.
Bill looked over to Chester and said
"So how will an Explosives specialist help us with Crazed Civilians."
Before Chester could answer Price Responded with
"Don't Worry about him he'll Show is worth later besides its good to have an extra man."
"Extra Man? He can't Even shoot its his first time out on the field."
"Hey Bill Calm down and get some rest you ve got a big day ahead of you."
Said Chris.
Chester Noticed that Chris had a better Bond with the Squad then Price, I guess it was becasue Price was there Superior Not a friend. Very Professinal He thought.
"ETA 2 Hours" Went the Intercom
Chester thought he might catch some Shut eye before we landed.