Leon S. Kennedy

Will

MUN: slicknyc PLURK: slicknyc CHARA E-MAIL: leon.kennedy@compass.net

As an added note, you can also pm the journal at any time.

To say that the Main Armory on this ship is an infinite room filled with an infinite number of weapons with limitless ammunition and spare parts is virtually the only way to describe it. The room has endless racks of weapons extending from one end to the other. Each rack extends down into a bottomless pit, up into a limitless ceiling, and extend as far back as the eye can see. However, rather than it being a total violation of the laws of physics, I suspect it's really just holographic representation of the various weapons and armor stored about the ship.

For starters, physical contact with any of the items in the Main Armory is impossible. The entrance lets you on to a terrace that will let you view everything, but is glassed in, with no way to proceed further. The only thing on the terrace is a computer terminal which will all someone to search all of the weapons there. While searching, the racks can be effortlessly moved and rotated to display the weapons.

From there, weapons can be moved to one of several hundred weapons lockers, provided it's a 'free' weapon. For certain weapons, vehicles, and armors, there's a locked safety protocol in place. If an item is locked, it can be viewed in the main armory, but Stacy will only release it into the custody of someone specific, likely the item's rightful owner, or at least someone native to the world the item originated from. This seems to be in particular for the combat mecha and powered armors.

Land based vehicles, or those capable only of sub-orbital atmospheric flight can be moved to a handful of designated areas, likely so they can be dropped down to the surface of a planet. Currently the crew only has access to one of those points. Space faring ships can only be moved to one of the hanger decks, but the crew doesn't have access to those parts of the ship at this time.

There also looks to be enough tools and spare parts to repair anything Stacy has in storage, and enough batteries, generators, and fuel stores to power all ships and vehicles.

Locating the room was the biggest obstacle to fully utilizing it, since everything in Weapons and Possessions moves around frequently. Stacy is refusing to allow me to link my omnicomm to it, but I can have the controls forwarded to some of Stacy's terminals in levels 2-5. Public access isn't an issue, as Stacy requires both a verbal authorization code and biometric verification to release anything, including handguns.


- Partial Lists of Available Weapons

Since the previous update, a few things have changed.

For starters, I've been named the new Chief of Security. It's little more than a title, but so far people are starting to respond. I've commandeered what appears to have some kind of alien Police headquarters located in the city section of the ship. Stacy's sensors are damaged in the city, so it affords me a level of privacy I wouldn't be able to get elsewhere.

Secondly, other individuals from my world are here as well. Namely, Claire Redfield and Sherry Birkin. Sherry appears to be no older than twelve, which seems to indicate that she was taken seven years prior to me, shortly after being left in federal custody.

That her disappearance wasn't mentioned prior will be dealt with.

In addition, Steve Burnside, Prisoner #267 at Umbrella's Rockfort Island facility, has also shown up. He was assumed deceased with the destruction of Umbrella's Antarctic facility, but clearly that information was incorrect. Furthermore, he's still infected with a strain of the T-Veronica virus.

Why Stacy both gathered him and released him is unknown, particularly while he is infected, is unknown. Unless Stacy was unaware that he was infected to begin with. It's possible that the ship's AI is far more compromised and damaged that it likes to let on.

The virus has yet to cause any mutation to his system, and the doctors on board and looking into both treatments and a possible cure. If none is found and the virus goes active, the subject will be terminated.

Its undetermined if the virus is contagious, though so far no others have shown signs of exposure.

((OOC: There are just a bunch of notes Leon is typing in his PDA in regards to his current situation on trans_9))

Date & Time: Unknown
Location: Unknown

For a period of time that I'm not yet able to determine, I was held captive by an unknown party. I was kept in some kind of stasis, and only recently was released from that. Where I've ended up doesn't seem to be any better.

I'm not alone.

I'd estimate there are thousands of people still in stasis, and a small number, somewhere between 100-150 people, were released. Most of the other captives range from ages 16-50, though I've been told that there was at least one small child here. Apparently people are released in groups of 10-20 at a time. I appear to be part of the 7th group to be released.

I don't know exactly where I am, and there have been few clues. Whoever my captors are, they have access to advanced technology and bio engineering. The place is run by an advanced AI known as Stacy and the walls themselves seem to be alive. In addition, in lieu of clothing, captives are forced to wear some kind of some kind of symbiotic plant-suit, or be forced to walk around naked. Wearing the suit shows no ill-effects thus far, but its unknown what long-term exposure can do.

According to Stacy, I'm on a ship of some sort. The other captives believe this with little question, but this facility has to be well over a mile long and a height of upwards of a thousand feet. In addition, there seems to be no swaying that's the hallmark of a sea vessel, though the size of this structure may have something to do with that. There's one window located on the upper levels, and all it ever shows are various stars, though I haven't been able to make out any constellations. This has led most of the captives to believe that this is really a space ship of some kind. Even after everything I've seen, though, I don't buy that.

If I had to guess, the stars out the window are fake, just like the artificial sunlight projected in other parts of this place. I'd also guess that I'm not on a ship, but on some kind of compound on land, that's just based on the sheer size of the place.

Stacy is the closest thing that there is to a guard here. I've been warned that there are dangers lurking around, but nothing specific to act on. Otherwise, aside from several sections being sealed off, we have freedom to roam around as we choose, and even have access to a weapons locker. I was even able to retrieve this smartphone, but outside of keeping notes, it's not of much use. It's set to the factory defaults, so it can't even give me the correct date and time, its devoid of all my contacts, and no service signal can penetrate wherever I am.

Why we have access to all this firepower and all these recreational facilities is beyond me. This is almost like some demented country club prison, or some kind of twisted social experiment. Food, games, and the occasional threat to keep us on our toes and force us into action.

We've been provided food, mostly in the form of a tasteless slop, and water. Its disgusting, but still better than starving to death.

As stated previously, others believe that they're on a spaceship, and thus have adopted a similar naval-based command structure. A woman by the name of Cybil Bennet is Captain, but the title itself is mostly perfunctory. She has no control over this location, but seems to hold sway over most of the remaining captives.

Her second in command is a man knows as "Master Chief". He's military, and likely the kind of man you don't want to mess with. He's in charge of security, and I would assume he's Bennet's top enforcer.

At the least, they seem sincere about keeping everyone safe and getting everyone out of here. So long as they are, I'll assist in any way I can.

In addition, I need to scout out more intel on any threats lurking within this area. Possibly related to that, there's a twelve year old girl that's recently gone missing. I don't know what the Master Chief is doing about it, but I'll look into that myself. I'm also attempting to get my hands on a map of some kind.

And I'd kill for a pair of pants right now.

Leon had been having a rather quiet day thus far. He didn't do much, other than look up places that rent out jetskis and ask for prices, which left him a lot of time to think. Far too much time, honestly.

( Too much free time is never a good thing )

((Open-ish scene))

Leon entered his apartment, not making much noise. He had a few cuts and burises on him and if you looked closely, he had a bit of a limp as he walked, but no serious injuries to him. He dropped the duffle bag he was carrying by the door as he shut it, then plopped down on the couch, letting himself relax for the first time in a few days.

His apartment wasn't much, just a good sized one bedroom just outside Alexandria, VA, roughly equal distance from both DC and Quantico. The lease was under an assumed identity, so he never needed to worry about unwelcome visitors. He kept it neat, if sparsely decorated. Mostly, it was just a safe place to relax between missions.

He had been on assignment in Eastern Europe, a last minute addition to the group already there, and as it turned out, they needed him. By the end of his stay there, he had been in several major shootouts, two car chases, and plenty of shit got blown up, though that was just par for the course for him. But, working with the other agents, he helped to stop a plot to bomb The First Lady, among others, who was there to help oversee humanitarian efforts in the politically unstable Baltic region.

Now, back home, as it were, all he wanted to do was relax and unwind for a little bit. It was always the first days after a mission that were the roughest on him. Being out in the field he could handle with ease, since he never had time to think about 'what if', all he had time to do was focus on the task at hand. Once his goals were accomplished, and he could go home, he no time to do anything but think, and his thoughts tended to get out of control. If he wasn't wondering 'what if', he was wondering 'why', neither one were good things to think about. It was one of the main reasons he trained so hard and went on more assignments than any other agent, just to distract himself from his own thoughts.

Wondering what drove people to do the things they do was never a good train of thought for him, so he pulled himself off the couch and went into his room. Rummaging through his desk, he pulled out a notebook, and opened it to the first empty page.

This had become an odd ritual for him, from several years ago. After each assignment, he'd write something down in this journal. It wasn't much, but it helped clear his head. Finding a pen, he began his entry.

( ((Locked against everyone)) )
((unlocked again))

Putting his notebook away, Leon first headed for his laptop, deciding to peek into the nexus from there. The first thing he saw instantly made something 'click' within him, and he was back into warrior mode in an instant. His cuts, bruises, aches and pains.... none of that mattered right now.

Claire found where Umbrella was holding Sherry. They were going to go and get her.

He just typed in a few short replies to her, then got up. He had to gather a few things, mostly his guns, then he was on his way to Claire's.