Chrisker One-Shots

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Chris Redfield was a hardworking man. Poster-boy of the BSAA and an expert in hand-to-hand and long range combat, Chris had become a hero to some and a savior to many. Over the last eleven years Chris had helped rid the corners of the world of bio-terrorism and all sorts of men and women wanting to do harm to innocent people going about their daily lives. In his travels Chris has come across many a strange character, but whether it be a zombie lurking the halls of a mansion or a horrific B.O.W. in the confines of an Antarctic military base Chris had been able to handle it with flying colors. Because of all of his experience Chris wasn't the least bit surprised when his trip to Kijuju in Africa to stop a bio-weapons deal amongst the villagers turned into a rabid chase through swamps and caves only to find himself on a freight ship stocked with terrible weapons of mass destruction. For Chris, this had almost been an average day.

One thing had caught Chris by surprise, however. In the attempts to quell any chance of these weapons reaching the outside world Chris and his partner Sheva Alomar had come across the brains behind the entire operation: the captain of Chris' former Special Forces unit S.T.A.R.S. and his arch nemesis Albert Wesker. Wesker, a man whose name made Chris' blood boil and his trigger finger itch, had teamed up with the regional director of the Tricell Corporation's African division Excella Gionne in an attempt to ignite the world into a New World Order, one in which the human race had evolved into horrible mutants and Wesker would reign as a god above them all. Now, on the bridge of Tricell's ship with its evacuation alarm blaring and the betrayed Excella destroyed, Chris and Sheva scan the computer terminals in order to find their way out before the ship self-destructs.

"Wait!" Chris commanded as he spied something on one of the terminals. On his way over to the screen Chris saw that Wesker had a large airplane with sophisticated fold-up wings stationed somewhere inside the ship.

"An assault bomber!" recognized Sheva, being adept in military knowledge as much as Chris. "When Jill said Wesker was planning to spread Uroboros throughout the world..."

Chris caught on to her idea. "He was planning to use this to spread it." He looked over at his partner. The West-African born soldier had more than enough reason to be alongside him in the battle. Her parents had been killed by the mistakes of the Umbrella Corporation, a group that Chris had faced in the past and had been shut down after their hand in the destruction of Raccoon City. Her tied-back hair and the fierce look in her eye meant that she was all business, and Chris couldn't have asked for a better partner. She may not have been as big as him, but she could still hold her own. Now they both had to work together to destroy Uroboros, a horrible virus that Wesker had derived from the Progenitor Virus and was planning on using to infect the world into a new stage of evolution.

The security camera watching over the bomber passed over a look-out station above the hanger. On it a tall, muscular man drenched in a black trench coat with sunglasses stood watch over the operation.

"Wesker!" Chris shouted in anger. "There he is. Come on, let's go!" His enemy had been caught, and now it was time for him to pay for all the things he had done.

Just as Chris and Sheva turned to head towards the elevator Chris' PDA began to blare, indicating that someone was attempting to contact him. Upon taking it out he saw the tired face of his old partner from S.T.A.R.S. and the BSAA, Jill Valentine. After thinking for years that she had been killed, Chris found that Wesker had taken and brainwashed her to work for his own purposes. Only through the combined efforts of Chris and Sheva was she able to break free of Wesker's grasp and return to the side of her former partner. Her mottled blonde hair and look of wear in her eyes told Chris that she had been through a lot since they had left her a few hours prior and he was hoping that she didn't have any bad news to tell him.