Edward: It’s the moment everyone’s been waiting for! We’ve read the arguments, finalized the research, and reached our ultimate conclusion! Let’s see what happens in this epic and classic match of Style versus Substance; Destructive versus Disciplined; the Pirate versus the Soldier………….Revy versus Jill. Take it away, Louis!
Louis: IT’S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTTTTTLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Ding!)
OPENING MOVIE:
Eastern Atlantic Ocean
West African coast
0835 Hours
May 16th, 2012
The morning sun rose over the peaceful Atlantic Ocean. Its golden glow painted the ocean in shades of yellow, violet and orange. Far below, a lone speeding vehicle reflected the sun’s light as it swiftly cut across the African waters.
The vehicle in question was a small PT-109 patrol boat with a dull, metallic grey hull. The ship was armed with four large torpedoes in rows of two on both sides. Standing on the rear deck was a crew of rougly forty men, each dressed in bulletproof vests and camouflage, and armed with a wide array of firearms.
One might assume that a ship like this would belong to a nation’s navy or some private military corporation. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. They were actually members of a cutthroat Russian Mafia far away in Thailand, under the command of an ex-Soviet soldier.
The only four members who weren’t part of the Russian mob were the ones who were the ones in charge of the ship. For years, they had kept a nasty reputation as the most feared and dangerous pirate gang in southeast Asia. They were none other than the Black Lagoon Company.
The four crewmates of the Black Lagoon sat inside the bridge, patiently awaiting their destination at the West African coast. This crew clearly had no sense of cleanliness, as the air inside the cabin stank of week-old tobacco, and the floor was littered with crushed cigarettes and discarded cans of beer. Still, it wasn’t a hard thing to get used to after spending enough time inside the ship.
On a table at the far right of the bridge was an old stereo, which was playing “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones on radio.
Manning the ship’s controls was the team captain Dutch, a large, muscular Black man who wore a set of rounded sunglasses. He was a serious man who preferred to keep conversations to a minimum, especially before starting a job. In fact, his other three crewmates were pretty much the same way–that is, except for one.
“Aw, for fuck’s sake, Dutch! How much longer’s until we reach Africa already!?” Shouted Revy, the lone female of the group.
She was a rough, boisterous woman who wore a black tank top that showed her midriff and a pair of short jeans cropped up to her thighs. At her shoulders were a pair of holsters that held her two custom Beretta 92FS pistols. She wore her long red hair in a ponytail and had a set of dark, jagged tattoos along her right arm.
“Give it about another twenty minutes, Rev.” Replied Dutch, in his usual calm demeanor.
“Twenty minutes!? Gimme a fuckin’ break!” Revy moaned as she slouched in her chair. “Can you at least let me change the station? I’m tired of listening to this shitty old-people rock music!”
Dutch turned around in his seat. “You watch your mouth, Revy. That’s the Rolling Stones you’re listening to. Don’t disrespect the classics.”
“Please. Just because something’s old doesn’t make it classic. If it sucked back then, it sucks today!”
“I dunno, Revy. I kinda like it to be honest.” Said the third crewmate, Rokuro Okajima (whom the crew nicknamed “Rock”). He was a shy, Japanese man who wore a clean buttoned shirt as well as a pair of black office pants and a navy blue necktie–a set of clothes more suited for an accountant than a mercenary.
“Rock, you and Dutch have terrible taste in music, so of course you’d enjoy listening to this hippy-dippy bullshit. As for me, I’ll gladly take White Zombie or Rage any day of the week over this garbage.”
“Ugh! How can you stand to even listen to that!?” Rock replied. “It’s just loud, thrashing noises and dudes screaming into their mikes!”
“ARE YOU INSULTING MY TASTE IN MUSIC, ROCK!?” Revy shouted back as she reached for her pistol.
“I didn’t say you had bad taste! I’m just saying that I don’t really like that kind of music!”
“YOU’VE GOT SOME SERIOUS BALLS TO THINK THAT YOU–“
“Shut the hell up, both of you!” Yelled Benny, the fourth member of the Black Lagoon and the communications expert. “I just picked up some radio comms and I need it quiet as a fuckin’ church in here!” He paused for a moment and listened closely to the buzzing noises and chatter playing in his headphones.
“Yep. Definitely BSAA. It’s the North Star. It’s the ship we’re looking for, and we’re getting close. ETA fifteen minutes, give or take.”
Revy was excited to hear the news. “Hell yeah! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about! Time to rally up the boys so we can finally get this job started!”
Two weeks ago, Balalaika, the boss of the Hotel Moscow mafia, had instructed the Black Lagoon hijack supply cruiser owned by the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance so that she could sell its supplies and weapons the black market. She also provided the team with forty of her most ruthless thugs to assist with the assault.
As a bonus, Balalaika put a meaty $500,000 bounty on the head of Lieutenant Jill Valentine, the famous survivor of Raccoon City and co-founder of the BSAA. This was almost certainly a suicide mission, but suicide missions were what the Black Lagoon did best. And with pay dirt that massive, how could they possibly refuse?
However, not everyone was onboard with it. “Hey, Revy?” Said Rock. “I hate to be a worrywart, but I got a real bad feeling about this job.”
“What the Hell are you talking about!?” Revy spat back. “Do you know how much BSAA weapons are worth on the black market!? Not to mention the $500,000 bonus for taking out this Valentine chick! $500,000 for killing some army bitch and her merry band of jarheads? You’re a smart guy, so do the fucking math–we’re talking about a fortune, here!”
“But that’s just it.” Rock replied. “This is the BSAA we’re talking about. These aren’t the paid thugs or mercenaries we’ve fought before. These are soldiers. They’re better trained, they’re better armed, and they have probably thousands of men all over the world! We don’t even know if the men Balalaika’s given us will be enough to wipe out the crew aboard that ship. I’m just saying that maybe taking this job wasn’t a real good idea.”
“Ugh. Whatever, Rock.” Revy grunted at Rock in a disgusted tone. “I don’t give a damn how well-trained or armed those glorified boy scouts think they are. I’m going on that ship, and I’m gonna slaughter every single one of them and take that reward. Meet me outside whenever you decide to grow a pair, Rock. I’ll be waiting.”
And with that, Revy left the bridge and walked onto the deck of the torpedo ship. Waiting for here were the forty Russian mercenaries just as eager to collect their due as she was. With their job close to getting started, the “Two-Hands” pirate decided it was as good as time as any for a speech.
“ALRIGHT! LISTEN UP, MAGGOTS!” She roared at the mafia thugs. “THIS IS WHAT WE’VE SPENT TWO WEEKS ACROSS THE INDIAN OCEAN FOR! UP AHEAD’S A BIG, HUGE SUPPLY CRUISER FULL OF ALL SORTS OF GOODIES THAT OLD FRY-FACE WANTS TO PUT ON THE BLACK MARKET! TODAY, IT’S GONNA BE A FIRESALE IN THERE, YOU HEAR ME!? I WANT EVERY GUN–EVERY GRENADE–EVERY OIL BARREL–HELL, IF YOU FIND SO MUCH AS A PLASTIC SPOON, I WANT IT! AND IF ANYONE ON BOARD TRIES TO STOP YOU, YOU BLOW HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF! LET’S SHOW THESE PAMPERED, SO-CALLED ‘SOLDIERS’ WHAT IT MEANS TO GET FUCKED BY THE BLACK LAGOON CREW! ARE YOU WITH ME!?”
“URAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The mafia thugs shouted in agreement as they raised their weapons in the air.
“And one more thing.” She said in a quiet, but commanding tone. “Nobody–and I mean nobody–kills Jill Valentine but me. Got it? The rest of the crew is yours, but that bitch Valentine and her $500,000 bounty are mine. Understood?”
The mercs responded with an annoyed silence. They weren’t exactly happy to be denied such a fat, juicy bounty, but decided to obey Revy for fear of what their real boss Balalaika would do to them if they’d double-crossed one of her best clients.
Satisfied, Revy turned around and faced the wide, sun-kissed ocean in front of her. Far off into the horizon was a light gray supply ship that seemed tiny at first, but slowly grew larger and larger as their ship approached it. It wouldn’t be long before this job could finally get started.
“Say your prayers, Valentine. Before this day’s over, your ship’s gonna be ours.”
Meanwhile,
BSAA Fast Combat Support Ship NS-132 (“North Star”)
It was a typical morning aboard the North Star.
The large supply ship was lively with the men and women of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance performing their duties. Mechanics kept the ship’s engines in working order. Sailors armed with rifles jogged side by side around the deck. Patrolmen kept careful watch over the vessel’s precious cargo. The captain and his navigators kept the supply ship on her designated course.
But amidst all the activity, there was one sailor who had yet to start her routine.
Jill Valentine just finished breakfast in the mess hall. She was enjoying the little spare time she had before beginning her duties.
She wore her standard uniform: a light blue shirt worn over a black tank top as well as a pair of light gray pants with various gun holsters and a knife pouch on her left leg. She also wore a blue-gray baseball cap and tied her long brown hair in a short ponytail. Her attire was simple and practical, which suited Jill just fine.
Her new position as chief of security had left Jill with little time to herself, so she liked to spend her mornings watching the sunrise over the Atlantic. As she watched, Jill thought back to that nightmarish Kijuju Incident three years ago.
Oh God, was that a moment she wished she could forget. At that time, she was captured and experimented on by her nemesis Albert Wesker, who brainwashed her into being his personal bodyguard. Every day since was an endless nightmare as Jill had forgotten who she and her friends were, blindly following Wesker’s commands like a puppet.
During the Kijuju Incident, Jill and her master encountered two of her fellow operatives–her longtime friend Chris Redfield and his new ally Sheva Alomar. In the ensuing battle, Jill’s mind was flooded by forgotten memories of who she was and her years with Chris. In a desperate plea for help, Jill revealed the device that Wesker implanted on her chest to enslave her. Eventually, Chris and Sheva removed the device from the Jill chest and brought her back to sanity.
However, Jill was suspended from service to the Alliance and put in a rehab center in the United Kingdom. The next few years were marked by physical exams, psychiatric evaluations, and other gross and embarrassing procedures she’d preferred to forget. However, the treatments were successful, and Jill’s body went back to its old self. Finally, Jill’s time in rehab was complete and she was put back into service on January 2012.
For her new assignment, Jill was given the rank of Lieutenant and placed as the leader of a squad of security soldiers onboard the North Star supply ship. The ship was en route to the BSAA’s West African HQ. Its cargo comprised of not only weapons and ordinance, but also food, medicine, and other relief aids for civilians still suffering the aftermath of Kijuju.
Since then, it was nothing but smooth sailing for five months. Aside from some nasty ocean storms and a few “private discussions” with some uncooperative teammates, Jill hadn’t had any sort of problems. The ship was fine and the cargo secure, and the North Star was expected to arrive to HQ in about a week or so.
In fact, Jill’s new task was so easy, that it was almost boring in a way. Of course she enjoyed the relative peace and safety aboard the supply ship. But at the same time, part of her did miss the danger and excitement she experienced from her younger years.
“Oh, my God.” Jill thought to herself sheepishly. “My ‘younger years?’ I’m not getting that old, am I?”
The lieutenant decided that break time was over and went to call in her squad when suddenly, she felt a crackling noise from her earpiece on her right ear. She touched the button on her communicator and received the call. The noise was quickly followed by a light, female Australian voice from the other end.
“Lieutenant Valentine. Do you read me? This is Ensign Williams.” The caller on the other end spoke. It was Johanna Williams, one of the communications officers.
“Copy, Jo. I Read you loud and clear.” Jill replied. “Beautiful morning we got out here. Why don’t you come down here and enjoy it?”
“No can do, love. Sorry. Not with all the hours of surveillance I have to perform in front of this sodding monitor. Unlike you, the Alliance didn’t exactly pick me for my zombie arse-kicking skills.”
“Well technically, I did co-found the BSAA, so maybe I can get you a new position away from that monitor.”
“I think the captain would throw us both overboard if you tried that.” Jo replied only half-jokingly. “But anyway, that’s not what I’m calling you for. I’m to give you instructions from the Captain.”
“Oh, really? Does he need me to break up another pissing contest between two of our crewmates?” Asked Jill.
“I wish it were something that minor.” Johanna said with a fearful tone in her voice. “Our scanners picked up an unidentified vessel about 500 meters southwest of us on our portside. And it’s heading straight towards us.”
“Really? Well, these are international waters. You think maybe they’re just civilians on a cruise?”
“Not likely.” Jo replied nervously. “Our observers report that the ship’s model is a PT 109 torpedo boat from the Second World War.” She paused nervously. “And what’s more–it’s got a crew of at least forty. And they’re all armed.”
Jill felt her heart stop for just half a second. “Oh, shit.” She whispered. “Armed?”
“Exactly. It’s more likely we’re dealing with pirates or mercenaries. Captain Kgosi wants you to take your squad out and prevent whoever those guys are from boarding the ship. Do it quick, they’ve already gotten eighty meters closer.”
Jill looked towards the ocean. She didn’t have binoculars, but she could definitely see a small, metal figure getting larger and larger with each passing second.
“Roger. I’ll get the security team out here on the deck immediately. Jill out.”
She switched off her radio and raced inside the ship to assemble her squad right away.
Whoever these so-called “pirates” were, they were going to get a warm welcome from the BSAA.
Fifteen minutes later…
“Move it! Let’s go! Let’s go! Take your positions, now!” Jill hollered to her men as they raced toward the railings along the portside deck.
Each soldier was armed with an MP5 submachine gun and crouched behind the railing. In a few moments, the torpedo ship turned a hard left to avoid crashing into the North Star. In that moment, the two ships were now perfectly parallel and matching the same speed.
Jill and her squad saw the crew occupying the trespassing boat–each member was dressed in military gear and wielded shotguns, assault rifles, submachine guns, and explosives.
“Shit. Johanna was right. Whoever these guys are, they’re no civilians.” Jill thought nervously.
On the other ship, Revy stood proudly on the starboard bow of the Black Lagoon, the one female among the otherwise all-male crew behind her. The money-hungry pirate eyed the military ship like a ravenous shark. Revy took a good long look at the sailors on the other ship and counted about a dozen of them.
“Twelve men? Ha! They don’t stand a fucking chance!” Revy thought proudly. In a mere second, her emotionless expression turned into her usual cocky, challenging smile.
Revy’s twin pistols hung by her sides her shoulders, fully loaded and waiting to be fired. In her left hand she held an M79 grenade launcher left over from the Vietnam War, and in her right she held not a weapon, but a megaphone. Clearly, Revy was planning to let these BSAA scum know exactly who they were dealing with before boarding their ship.
Lieutenant Valentine also wanted to make a statement, as she held a small microphone that was wirelessly hooked onto the speakers above her.
“Attention! Unidentified torpedo boat!” Jill spoke into the mic. “This is Lieutenant Junior Grade Jill Valentine of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance! We have already detected your vessel heading towards us. The fact that your crew is armed gives us reason to believe that you have malicious intent towards us! This is your first warning: turn around and leave this area at once, and we will have no further trouble. Failure to comply will result in the use of deadly force!”
Of course, Revy and her mercenaries only met Jill’s ultimatum with loud, mocking laughter across the whole torpedo ship. Clearly, they weren’t too impressed by the threat.
Revy lifted her megaphone to her face,: “HA! IS THAT SUPPOSED TO INTIMIDATE ME!? YOU THINK YOUR LITTLE HALF-ASSED WARNING IS GONNA MAKE US TURN AWAY!?”
Revy paused for a second to take a good look at the woman across from her. “SO YOU’RE JILL-FUCKING-VALENTINE!? A SCRAWNY BITCH LIKE YOU IS WORTH 500 GRAND!? THIS’LL BE THE EASIEST MONEY I’LL EVER MAKE!!!”
Needless to say, Jill was not happy at the pirate’s insolence. Who the Hell did that bitch think she was to come over and–
“Wait a minute–500 grand!? Somebody actually put a price on my head!?” The terrifying thought flashed through Jill’s mind.
“NOW LISTEN UP, JARHEADS!”the female pirate roared into her megaphone. “WE’RE THE BLACK LAGOON COMPANY, AND STARTING TODAY, I’M YOUR NEW CAPTAIN! ME AND THE BOYS BEHIND ME ARE GONNA SLAUGHTER EVERY ONE OF YOU BSAA COWARDS AND TAKE ALL OF YOUR CARGO FOR OURSELVES!”
Revy paused and lowered her voice. “But since I’m feeling generous, I’ll give you guys one chance to put down your guns and surrender. And then–only then–I’ll maybe consider not putting a bullet into some of you pissants! So how about it!?”
“Not a fucking chance, bitch!” Shouted Chief Petty Officer Martinez. “The only way you’re getting this ship is over our dead bodies!”
“But that will never happen!” Jill roared, holding the microphone tightly. “And you know why? Because the BSAA does not–I repeat–does not surrender to criminals or terrorists! There are people dying over in Kijuju who depend on our cargo to keep them alive! And we’ll be damned before we let ourselves be bullied into handing it over to a bunch of lowlives like you! Now, I say again: TURN YOUR SHIP AROUND AT ONCE OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!!! This is your last warning!”
Before she knew it, Revy’s cocky smile turned into an indignant scowl. “Sorry, ‘lieutenant’, but we’re not goin’ anywhere.”She dropped her megaphone and turned to the army of Russian pirates behind her. “READY TO MAKE SOME NOISE!?”
“YES, BOSS!” The mafia thugs all roared in agreement and gripped their weapons tightly. Revy did the same and reached for her trusty Beretta on her left shoulder.
Jill slid back into cover with her MP5 at the ready. “Squad, prepare to open fire!” She ordered her men. “Don’t let any of those bastards on this ship!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
The battle aboard the North Star has begun.
MISSION START!
“LET ‘EM HAVE IT, BOYS!” Revy shouted as she and her men opened fire.
Jill’s security team ducked and shielded their heads behind the railing.
“RETURN FIRE!” The Lieutenant ordered her men.
The roar of exploding gunfire filled the air as bullets rocketed back and forth. Some of her men were hit, but Revy skillfully dodged the BSAA’s gunfire and ducked behind a steel crate.
While in cover, Revy lifted her pistol and fired back at Jill’s team. Two of her bullets found their way in Martinez’ forehead, instantly killing him.
“MARTINEZ!” Jill shrieked as she witnessed one her teammate die. The Lieutenant’s mind returned to the fight when another bullet missed her nose. She held onto her cover and sprayed her MP5’s rounds at the female pirate. Of course, Jill’s bullets either ricochet against the metal crate or missed entirely, until her clip ran out.
“Shit!” Jill shouted. “Reloading! Cover me!” She squatted behind the railing and frantically exchanged her MP5’s magazines.
But while Jill reloaded, Revy lifted her grenade launcher over her shoulder and aimed at the BSAA soldier’s cover. She waited a few seconds to get the trajectory of the grenade just right until she pulled the trigger. The grenade launched out of the tube with a thunderous BLOOP!
“Grenade! Fucking get down, ma’am!” Shouted Petty Officer Samuels as he rushed and tackled Jill to the floor to shield her from the explosion.
*BOOOOOOM!!!*
Revy’s grenade blew a gaping hole in what used to be Jill’s cover. Lieutenant’s ears rang in her head and her vision was distorted. After a few seconds, Jill’s eyesight was restored and she noticed Samuels lying on top of her.
“Thanks, Sam. I owe ya.” Jill wheezed, expecting a reply from her teammate. But he never did.
“Sam? Sam!?” Jill only gasped in horror when she noticed Samuels’ entire back was covered in glowing shrapnel and third-degree burns. Another life lost. But now wasn’t the time to mourn him; the lieutenant rolled her dead comrade off of her and fell back towards her men’s cover.
Meanwhile, Revy tossed away her grenade launcher and looked towards her men. Her side had taken casualties, but she still had more than enough men to board the supply ship. She reached down her belt and pulled out a small gun with a grapple hook attached to a strong steel cable. Revy fired the hook, which latched against the enemy ship’s railing.
“Get out your hooks and climb aboard!” Revy called out to her men.
“Yes, boss!” The Russian pirates replied as they each fired grappling hooks of their own. Together, the Black Lagoon pirates leaped across the water and planted their feet against the supply ship’s hull. Suspended by their steel cables, they slowly walked upwards towards the deck above.
“Don’t let them aboard! Shoot ’em down!” Shouted one of the BSAA sailors. The security soldiers pointed their MP5s down and fired at the invading pirates. Some of Revy’s men were hit and either died still hanging by their cables or fell into the freezing ocean water. The rest however stood their ground and killed some of the Alpha Squad members.
With her pistols in each hand, Revy took down at least four enemy soldiers, some of whom lifelessly fell overboard into the Atlantic. In less than a minute, she climbed onto the deck through the massive hole her grenade had made in the railing and detached her grappling hook.
Some of Revy’s crew also made their way onto the deck of the North Star. The deck had become a crowded battlefield of soldiers and pirates shooting, stabbing, punching, and strangling each other.
Jill fell back as fast as she could to escape the confusion. She noticed one of her men lying on the floor, about to be executed by an enemy! The panicked sailor tried to reach for his pistol, but he knew it was too late…..
*RATATATATATATA!*
Jill fired her MP5 at the Russian, who fell over dead with his body riddled with bullet wounds. The BSAA sailor on the ground was alright. He was Toji Fujimura, a Japanese Petty Officer from the BSAA’s East Asian branch.
“You alright, Fujimura!?” Jill asked her teammate.
“Y-yes, ma’am! I’m fine! Thanks for the save!” The poor kid was still trying to pull himself together. He was only twenty years old and never put in a real combat situation.
“On your feet, Petty Officer! Let’s push the bastards back!”
“Roger!”
Jill and Fujimura took cover beside on of the port doors and continued firing.
Meanwhile, Revy and two of her men made their way over to another door on the other side of the deck. The guy on Revy’s right was wielding a Polish PM-63 submachine gun, but suffered a stinging bullet wound in his shoulder that caused him to drop his weapon. Revy picked up her comrade’s weapon and sprayed a storm of bullets at the BSAA.
As she fired, she looked over to the other pirate who hadn’t been wounded yet and shouted, “Sergei! I’m gonna go inside and fight my way into the cargo room!”
“By yourself!?” Sergei cried in disbelief. “Boss, that’s fucking crazy!”
“Good! Bein’ crazy’s the reason I’m still alive! I want you and the crew to stay here and keep those boy scouts busy! Understand!?”
“You got it, boss! Sledite za zadnitsu!” Revy opened the port door and dashed inside while Sergei covered her.
Despite the confusion of battle, Jill noticed the female pirate making her way into the ship’s interior. The Lieutenant realized that the quickest way to end this skirmish was to take down the enemy’s leader.
“Fujimura, listen! I’m going inside the ship to go after the pirate leader! I need you and our remaining men to keep all hostiles at bay! DO NOT let those thugs take control of this ship! Do you copy!?”
“Copy that, Lieutenant! Good luck!”
The Lieutenant quickly ran into the metal hallways of the supply ship. She pushed and weaved her way past several armed sailors rushing to the outside.
Meanwhile, Revy also made her way through the tanker. Unsurprisingly, she was halted a squad of enemy troops armed with submachine guns. The pirate rolled next to the edge of an archway, shielding herself from gunfire. Although a single person like her could take cover, the hall was to narrow and small for a group of men. Revy returned fire with her RAK, easily mowing down at least three or four of them. She pulled her Cutlass with her right hand and killed three more effortlessly.
The sound of gunshots and dying men echoed through the ship and into Jill’s ears. That alone told her that something was seriously wrong. Even worse, she’d received a transmission in her earpiece. The panicked voice of a soldier screamed through the airwaves.
“THIS IS PETTY OFFICER ANDERSON! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!? WE NEED BACKUP!” The soldier cried.
“Get it together, soldier! What’s the problem?” Jill replied.
“We’re engaging a hostile! She’s gone inside the ship! We’re trying to hold her back, but she’s killing us one by one!” Anderson’s voice was interspersed with the roar of gunfire and the screams of wounded men.
The horrendous news made Jill pause for a moment. Her heart chilled when she imagined her men being slain so brutally.
“This enemy–describe her! What does she look like?”
“Asian; in her late 20’s; redhead with a ponytail; armed with an SMG and two pistols!” Anderson described briefly.
“What about casualties?” Jill asked nervously. “How many dead or wounded?”
“At least eight KIA! Six in critical condition! Three of us are in the Mess Deck trying to–AAAAAAAAAUGH!!!” Anderson’s shriek of pain made Jill rip out her earpiece, both out of pain and terror.
“Anderson! Anderson!? Do you copy!?” She shouted into the mic, praying for an answer. “If you’re still alive, say something!”
“N-no! Please! You don’t have to do–” The sailor’s transmission was cut off. Jill stopped her breathing for a moment in terror. Whatever was going on, she needed to put a stop to it now! She began moving again and double-timed it to the Mess Deck.
“I hope I’m not too late to save those men!”
“No! NOOOOOO—“
*BANG! BANG! BANG!*
Revy had just executed another poor BSAA sailor who was unfortunate or foolish enough to run into her. The soldier lied dead on the floor with three bleeding bullet holes in his torso. Behind him were three other soldiers–two men and one woman–also shot down by Revy’s bullets.
The pirate loomed over her dead enemies, a cold and pitiless glare on her face. Her clothes and guns were stained in dots of red with the blood of six or seven enemies she’d shot down minutes ago. Revy reached down her belt and grabbed two magazines–one for each of her twin “Cutlass” pistols– and reloaded them. Hung her back was the PM-63 submachine gun she’d taken earlier, which dangled by a sling across her body.
Revy found her way into the mess deck of the North Star. All around, Revy could hear the deafening shriek of the alarm, the hurried footsteps of armed soldiers rushing to the skirmish outside, and the distant chattering of BSAA and pirate weapons. Though the outer deck was probably a goddamn mess by now, the dining was still perfectly clean, minus the three soldiers Revy had gunned down.
“Pathetic.” She thought. “I could’ve wasted all these chumps myself, instead of bringing a fucking army with me.”
The female pirate decided it was time for a cigarette break……until she heard another set of footsteps right behind her.
Jill raced toward the Mess Deck, MP5 in hand. Along the way, she saw the bodies of the eight-or-so comrades who lay dead on the floor. The gruesome sight disgusted her. It wasn’t since Raccoon City when she saw the lives of so many good people callously thrown away. But this time it wasn’t a BOW that was responsible. The monster who killed these men was as human as anyone else.
The BSAA sailor took cover against the wall next the open doorway. She leaned over just slightly and saw her target lighting a cigarette and facing the dead soldiers on the floor. Jill was enraged to see more of her men’s die so pointlessly, but she had no time to mourn them. For now, she had to take down their murderer as soon as possible.
“That bitch is just having a smoke. She hasn’t seen me.” The BSAA Lieutenant thought. “If I’m careful, I could sneak up and take her down before–“
Jill’s thoughts stopped abruptly when Revy pointed her gun at her!
“Don’t insult me, Valentine.” Revy spoke. “Did you really think I didn’t hear you stomping all the way here? A fucking death metal concert would be more subtle than you!”
The Lieutenant grimaced. “Shit! So much for that idea!”
“Well? What’s wrong? Don’t be shy.” The pirate welcomed Jill in a mock friendly tone. “It’s just you and me now–how’s about us girls have a nice chat?”
Jill didn’t have a choice but to comply. She lifted her submachine gun and cautiously stepped into the mess hall.
“So, Jill Valentine, my newest paycheck. We meet face-to-face at last.”
Revy paused and laughed to herself. “Y’know, I just realized, I never properly introduced myself. The name’s Rebecca Lee, but where I’m from, they call me ‘Revy Two Hands.’ Not that you’ll live long enough to remember, anyway.”
“Oh, I beg to differ.” Jill said, returning the former’s mock courtesy. “I’m sure you and I will have plenty of time to get to know each other–in the Interrogation Room!”
“Sorry, sweetheart. But I don’t plan on playing 20 Questions and getting slapped around like somebody’s bitch.”
“Suit yourself. But I’m warning you, the only other way you’re getting out of this is in a body bag.”
Revy almost laughed. “That’s rich, coming from the one with the $500,000 bounty on her head! Hate to piss on your parade, but before this day’s over, you and your fascist friends will taking swimming lessons with the sharks, while I’ll be on my way back Roanapur with more money than God! And speaking of your so-called ‘men’…”
Revy pointed at the body of Anderson, one of the four BSAA soldiers she’d slain.
“You should’ve heard this poor bastard scream. ‘Oh no! Please! Don’t shoot me!'” Revy laughed cruelly as she kicked and stomped on the dead man’s head, as she does so. Jill watched with fury and disgust at the disrespect her comrade was receiving.
When she finished kicking, Revy said, “You soldiers–at the end of the day, you’re all the same. A bunch of glorified boy and girl scouts who are too spineless to–“
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Jill roared at the pirate. She raised her MP5 at Revy’s chin in a furious manner. Revy looked back at her in surprise, but more with curiosity than fear.
“Before this day is over, you’ll be locked up all alone in a cold, dark cell! And you’ll have nothing to look forward to in your life except a firing squad!”
Jill paused and lowered her voice to a furious whisper. “Because–I swear to God–you’re gonna pay for all the good people you’ve killed today, dead or alive.”
Revy’s surprise turned into interest. “Well now, those are some bold words.”
She gave her trademark killer’s smile and pointed her guns towards her. “This might turn out to be fun after all. Let’s see if the woman lives up to the legend.”
In return, Jill raised the stock of her MP5 against her shoulder and focused the sights on Revy.
No more words were spoken. The two women prepared themselves for the imminent firefight.
(Fight art commission done by Carbonated-Jem.)
Saving Checkpoint…
*BANG!!!*
Revy fired the first shot! Jill flinched as the bullet just barely missed her left ear. Revy leaped over and took cover behind the steel buffet table on her right. Jill quickly recovered and fired her MP5 at Revy’s cover to keep her from firing back. The Lieutenant fell back towards the wall and used one of the dining tables as her cover.
When the firing stopped, Revy lifted her left pistol over and blind-fired a few shots at Jill’s table. Lucky for Jill, her table was able to hold out against the gunfire. She quickly checked her gun’s magazine and saw that it had roughly twenty bullets left. Her best option was to keep her cool and waited to hear the sound of her enemy reloading.
Revy exhausted her gun’s rounds before stopping to reload. Jill fired back back, but Revy kept her head down. She knew better than to just leave her body open in a firefight. Using both pistols this time, the pirate unleashed a flurry of bullets at Jill. Though Jill was unharmed, her table couldn’t take much more of the assault.
The Lieutenant looked around the room for anything that she could use as a distraction. She noticed the long metal utensils rack that was hung right above Revy’s cover. She switched back to auto-fire and sprayed whatever was left in her MP5 at the metal beams holding the rack.
*RATATATATATATA–CRASH!!!*
The metal rack plummeted, bringing its various pots and pans with it. Revy couldn’t dodge the falling kitchen items that pelted her body. She wasn’t injured, but she sure as Hell wasn’t happy to have a bunch of dirty dishes conk her on the head.
Jill’s distraction bought her enough time to move. She hopped over her bullet-ridden table and took cover behind another one on her right. The bad news: her MP5 was now empty, forcing Jill to switch to her sidearm.
Meanwhile, Revy rubbed her head and shook off the utensils that fell on her. Irritated, she grit her teeth and reached for the PM-63 on her back.
“Clever little bitch!” She peeked over and opened fire at the table Jill just abandoned.
The Lieutenant smiled. “She didn’t see me move! Now’s my chance!” She pointed her Beretta at Revy and opened fire!
*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*
One of the bullets scraped Revy’s left shoulder. She shouted and put a hand over her wound. It was little more than a scratch, but it made Revy even more pissed off. With a furious roar, she sprayed a stream of bullets at Jill’s actual cover until,
*CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!*
“What!? Fuck, I’m out!” Revy thought. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t have a spare magazine for her machine gun.
Jill heard the telltale clicking and got ready to strike, until Revy threw her submachine gun at her! The Lieutenant ducked, but the gun hit her hand, causing her to drop her M9.
Revy sensed this was becoming a problem and decided to fall back . To her left was a steel door that led to a kitchen area behind her. The pirate swung the heavy metal door open and ran inside.
Jill shook the pain out of her hand and reached back to get her pistol. She then leaped over the table, but before she began pursuing Revy, she noticed something hanging off the belt of one of her dead allies. The objects in question were a pair of grenades. The first was a non-lethal flashbang that was steel gray with two blue bars. The other was an explosive frag grenade with a cast iron shell.
“Yeah. Those oughta come in handy.” Jill thought.
Saving Checkpoint…
Revy hurried into the kitchen and took cover behind an oven. She had two more clips for her Cutlass pistols. She decided to be conservative this time and use only one gun. After reloading, the pirate peeked around and waited for Jill to come into the kitchen. Surprisingly, what came in instead was a metal cylinder that clanked and rolled to a stop next to her.
“Shit! Flash grenade!” Revy kicked the blue flashbang away–
*BOOM!*
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–but it was too late; the bright explosion made Revy blind and deaf!
Jill’s plan worked. With pistol in hand, she headed into the kitchen, but only to be met with angry potshots from a flashbanged Revy. She rolled to her right and took cover behind a steel cabinet.
“VALENTINE! I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Revy shouted at Jill as she kept shooting. “WHEN I GET MY SIGHT BACK, I’LL RIP YOUR ASSHOLE INSIDE OUT!”
“Heh. No problem.” The Lieutenant thought with a smirk. “All she’s doing is wasting ammo. I’ll just wait till she runs out.”
Meanwhile, Revy’s ears and eyes were slowly beginning to clear up. She could just barely make out Jill’s figure just a few feet behind her. As her vision fully restored, Revy realized she was running out of ammo. She took out her clip and guessed she had about three or four rounds left.
Jill noticed the pause and returned fire. Revy scrunched her behind her cover as much as possible as her enemy’s bullets scraped the oven. The BSAA soldier paused to save ammo, not realizing she’d made a mistake.
Thinking quickly, Revy noticed a set of steam pipes hanging against the ceiling. With her last shots, she blew holes into the largest pipe, causing the kitchen to be flooded in a cloud of hot, blinding smoke. Revy charged in and sent her knee straight into Jill’s nose! The attack was so brutal it dislocated Jill’s nose and caused her to drop her gun.
Revy then held Jill by her neck and strangled her against the wall. The Lieutenant gasped and coughed as she flailed her arms and legs to get Revy off. She soon got the idea to smack Revy’s ears to disorient her. The move worked. Revy screamed and let go of Jill to cover her pounding eardrums.
Now that she could breathe again, Jill followed up with a headbutt and a push kick that sent Revy down on her back. Revy rose back up with an uppercut that Jill swiftly dodged. The better-trained fighter countered with a hook punch and a spinning back kick. Revy fell back and crashed into a kitchen counter behind her. The mercenary grabbed a meat cleaver hanging from the wall to her right and swung wildly at the soldier.
“Shit!” Jill thought as she dodged every swing from the deadly utensil On the last swing, she grabbed and twisted Revy’s arm, forcing the latter to drop the cleaver.
The pirate punched Jill in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She grabbed her by the shirt, and dunked her in the kitchen sink to drown her. The Lieutenant shouted and struggled as the murky water rushed into her mouth. She frantically moved her arms around the table in search for a weapon.
Fortunately, her left arm landed on a kitchen knife. She thrust the knife straight into Revy’s upper arm. The redhead screamed and reeled back while grabbing her bleeding arm. Jill jerked out of the sink and coughed the dirty dishwater out of her mouth. Her hair, face, and shirt were soaking, and her nose was still broken and bleeding.
Wounded and in pain, Revy bit her lips and pulled the knife out before tossing it to the floor. The wound wasn’t fatal, but needed to be treated as soon as possible.
“You fucking bitch.” She hissed. “You just keep finding new ways to piss me off.”
Jill’s response was somewhere between a cough and a laugh. “Hey, at least you can’t say I’m not creative.” She taunted.
Revy wasn’t amused. “Laugh all you want, Valentine. But don’t think you’ve won just because you fucked up my arm. When this is over, you’ll be dead and I’ll be rich.”
Jill lifted herself against the edge of the sink. She met Revy’s venomous scowl with her own.
“Don’t make me laugh. You honestly think that I’ll be killed by someone like you?” The Lieutenant mocked. “There have been hundreds of things in my life that should have killed me years ago.”
“Zombies.”
“Nemesis.”
“Wesker.”
“And the odds were stacked against me each time! By all accounts, I shouldn’t even be alive today! And yet, every time–every time–I’ve always survived! You? You’re just a petty thug who kills for money. You’re a fucking joke.”
“Okay, bitch. You’ve officially crossed the line!” Revy reached for one of her pistols, but was interrupted by static from her earpiece.
“Revy! Where the fuck are you!?” Shouted Dutch, whose voice was transmitted to Revy’s radio.
“Dammit, Dutch! This isn’t the fucking–“
“Whatever it is, it can wait! Our boys and the BSAA are making a standoff at the bow!”
“What!? Argh, those dumbasses! Fine! I’m going out to help them.”
The pirate shot her angry look at Jill, with a bit of regret. “Sorry, Valentine. We’ll have to finish our game later. But this thing between you and me–it ain’t over. Not by a long shot.” Revy dashed out of the kitchen and into the North Star’s metal halls.
The Lieutenant was bewildered. “Where did she get off to in such a hurry? Whatever it is, it looks pretty urgent.”
Sure enough, Jill’s answer came right on cue. Her earpiece crackled to life with Joanna’s panicked voice on the line. Good thing it was waterproof.
“Leftenant Valentine! Do you copy!?” The comms officer screamed in her Australian accent. “I repeat: Valentine, do you–“
“Yeah, yeah! I hear you already, Jo! What’s the problem?” Jill replied in a hoarse voice.
“Jill, where the bloody hell are you!? Hostiles have taken over the bow! They’re trying to advance on the bridge!”
“What!? What about our security team?”
“Our troops are trying to hold them back from the upper deck!”
“Roger that! I’ll get over there and provide support as soon as possible!”
“Jill, you must hurry!” Joanna pleaded. “We’ve already reported at least twenty casualties for our side, at least half of them KIA! I’ve already sent a distress call to our base in Nigeria, but they said their ETA is at least 30 minutes! Until then, we’ve only about a dozen men left protecting us. If we lose them–“
“We won’t! Don’t think about that! Just stay inside and keep updating me on whatever happens!” Jill replied. “And I give you my word, I will not die. Do you copy?”
“Y-yes, ma’am. Understood.” Joanna sighed, calming herself down. “I’ll inform you when our medevac arrives. Until then…just be careful. Williams out.” Joanna ended her transmission with Jill.
Before she left the kitchen, Jill was reminded of the pain of her fractured nose, its bridge broken out of place when Revy kneed her. There was no time to get to the infirmary. Jill needed to fix this now. The brunette tenderly pinched her damaged nosebridge, and braced herself for what was to come next. With a quick jerk, she twisted her nose back into place with a gruesome *CRACK!*
“Mmmmmmmph!” Jill screamed with her mouth closed. The burning, lingering pain of fixing her nose was somehow even worse than when she broke it. She held herself against the sink to recompose herself. The Lieutenant took a few seconds to wipe away the blood from her nose and the tears in her eyes. After a few seconds, Jill got herself together.
“Well…that really sucked.” Jill wheezed. She would get proper treatment for her nose later. For now, she had a ship and crew to protect. She raced out of the kitchen and into the hall, finding her way to the bow. The Lieutenant thought about how suddenly Revy abandoned their fight earlier.
“She must have left to back up her gang, too.” Jill thought. “If that’s the case, I should run into her again. I won’t let that bitch get away!”
Revy found her way back to the outer deck. The metal floor was littered with the corpses of both her men and BSAA soldiers. Luckily, one of the dead soldiers was carrying a small First Aid kit. Revy took out a few bandages and wrapped them around her bleeding forearm. It wasn’t much, but it would do for now.
Towards her right, the pirate heard the distant noises of roaring guns, screaming men, and thundering explosions.
Revy hurried along the deck as the noises grew louder. She ran past a stairway that led up to a catwalk, where a group of armed BSAA soldiers took cover behind the railing. Far below, Revy’s Russian allies also hid behind a set of metal shipping containers. The pirates and soldiers were locked in a desperate battle of attrition.
“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Revy thought in disbelief. “Dutch was right. This is a standoff. No, it’s worse–we’re losing!” Just what the Hell what her idiot teammates doing!?
Revy kept her head low and dived behind one of the containers where her ally Sergei was hiding. The panicked Russian was holding an APS underwater assault rifle.
“Boss! You made it back! Did you get Valen–” Before he finished, Revy grabbed Sergei by the jacket and pinned him against the crate.
“What the fuck is going on, Sergei!? This was supposed to be a quick and easy hijacking job, and now it’s turned into World War Three! How did you idiots fuck this up so bad!?”
“W-we were t-trying to take the command bridge, but BSAA took defensive positions! Now the mudaks have us pinned down on front deck! Over half of us are wounded or dead!”
“You tellin’ me that Balalaika’s best killers can’t handle a few glorified boy scouts!? How many do we have left!?”
“I-I don’t fucking know–ten or twelve? I’m sorry Revy, but this has turned into suicide mission! We have to retrea–“
*THWACK!*
Revy broke Sergei’s nose with a nasty punch. She pulled him closer until their faces almost touched. Sergei nearly wet himself when he saw the fury in his boss’s eyes.
“YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN!” Revy commanded. She quickly looked at the other mercenaries beside her. “ALL OF YOU WORTHLESS PUSSIES, LISTEN UP!” Even through the booming gunfire, Revy’s men could hear her.
“NO ONE RETREATS! NO ONE SURRENDERS! YOU FIGHT LIKE MERCS, YOU DIE LIKE MERCS, YA GOT THAT!? IF I CATCH ANY OF YOU TRYING TO RUN, I’LL KILL YOU, CHOP YOU INTO TINY PIECES OF MEAT, AND USE YOU AS CHUM! UNDERSTAND!?”
“Yes, boss!” They shouted simultaneously.
“And as for you, Sergei…” Revy said. “If you still got a set of balls down there, I suggest you make use of ’em, before I rip ’em off with my bare hands!”
“Da! Understood!” Shouted Sergei before Revy let go of him. She then took Sergei’s assault rifle and a pair of ammo clips before ordering him to the support the others. Revy fired her APS rifle at the BSAA sailors above.
Meanwhile, Jill hurried across the hallway towards her men’s position. When she got outside, Jill watched in horror at the chaos before her. The surviving members of her squad stayed in cover and only shot back at the safest moments. Some of the wounded were on the floor, screaming as a team of medics tended to them. The Lieutenant spent her whole adult life killing zombies, running from BOWs, and escaping doomed cities, but this was a whole different kind of war. One that she’d never experienced.
A BSAA soldier cried “Get the hell down!” and pulled Jill safely behind cover. Jill returned to reality and noticed that her ally was Fujimura, who was holding a captured AK-74.
“Fuji, what the Hell’s going on!?” She asked him.
“It’s a nightmare, Lieutenant! The pirates are making a move on the bridge! We’re trying to hold them off, but we’re running out of men and ammo! Should we fall back, Jill?”
“Negative! We can do this!” She answered.
Jill found a discarded SIG 556 assault rifle and found that it still had plenty of ammo.
She turned to her comrades on her left.
“Listen up! I know things are pretty bad, but we cannot give up! We can’t allow those Ivan bastards to get past us! If we lose the bridge, we lose control of our ship! If our supplies don’t reach Africa, the people still suffering from the Kijuju Incident will die! We stay! We fight! We hold the line!”
“YES MA’AM!” They replied.
Jill and her men fired simultaneously at the pirates below. As they held back the enemy, Jill once again received a message into her earpiece. This time it was a male voice over the line. Not one belonging to a crewmember, but from an old partner–someone she loved and trusted for a long time.
“Lieutenant Valentine, do you read me? This is Captain Redfield! Jill, do you copy!?”
“Chris!? Is that you!?” Valentine almost shrieked into the mic.
“Affirmative! BSAA West Africa received a distress call from your ship! We’re sending rescue boats and helicopters to you!” Said Chris over the radio.
“Oh, thank God! You don’t know how beautiful your voice sounds right now!” Jill explained the situation to Chris and the amount of casualties they’ve sustained. “We’re doing all we can to hold these assholes back, but we can’t last forever! When can we expect the cavalry?”
“Medevac will reach you in about 15 minutes.” Chris answered. “We’re sending you about three squads, enough for you to secure the vessel and get any wounded to safety. Until then, just hold out a bit longer and stay alive!”
“You’ve saved me again, Chris! Thank you! Out!” Jill turned off her earpiece and resumed firing at the deck.
Meanwhile, Revy reloaded her APS as a stream of bullets showered in front of her. She looked past the container and noticed that bitch Valentine was back. The pirate shot upwards towards her bounty.
A bullet grazed against Jill’s upper arm. She shouted and fell beneath her cover.
“Are you hit!?” Cried Fujimura.
“Just a scratch! Keep shooting!”
Jill peeked over the rail and saw that irritating woman was shooting at her.
“That bitch again! I knew she’d be here! She’s not getting away this time!”
Just like before, Jill and Revy fired at each other, moving in and out of cover each time. They both were exhausting their weapons, but Jill’s 556 ran out first.
“Dammit! Hey! I need a clip here!” She called out to her men.
A nearby soldier tossed Jill a magazine for her 556. She rapidly exchanged magazines and resumed firing. As their fight wore on, both women soon realized that they were getting nowhere.
Revy was down to her last clip for the APS. Just before she reloaded, she noticed a locked weapons crate just a few feet away. The pirate shot the lock open and laughed when saw what the container held inside.
“Fuck yeah! Now you’re finished, Valentine!”
Fujimura reloaded his AK and looked over the railing…and was horrified at the new weapon Revy acquired.
“Oh, my God! RPG! Move it!” Fuji grabbed Jill by the arms and dragged her to safety.
Revy fired the rocket!
*FWOOOOSH!!!…..BOOOOOM!!!*
The powerful explosive destroyed a significant part of the walkway. Charred and flaming pieces of metal plummeted to the ground.
Revy dropped the RPG and smiled, believing she’d won. “So long, Valentine. And good fucking riddance!” There was simply no way Jill could have survived an on-contact explosion from an RPG.
“Shame I’ll have to bring Valentine’s corpse home in pieces now!” Revy thought derisively. In any case, now was the time to seize control of the bridge. She ordered two pirates to accompany her while she advances upstairs.
The explosion sent Jill crashing on the other side, where the rest of her squad was. Everything in front of her appeared in slow motion. Her eardrums screamed as if they were about to burst. The men in front of her looked like blurry silhouettes that barely looked human. A medic grabbed Jill and propped her against the wall.
“Hey! Are you alright? Lieutenant! Say something!”
Jill didn’t respond.
“Come on, Jill! Wake up! Stay with us! Wake up!”
Finally, Jill regained her senses and saw the man in front of her. Relief spread all over the medic’s face when he saw that his leader was alive.
Jill was also relieved, but pissed off as well. This was the second time today she’d nearly gotten blown up! And she was lucky to survive both times without a scratch!
Unfortunately, Fujimura wasn’t so lucky. The explosion had amputated his right leg just below the knee. His gruesome wound was leaking pints of blood at an alarming rate. His pain was excruciating. He screamed and thrashed about, holding the bloody stump where his leg used to be. If he didn’t receive help immediately, he would surely die.
Jill and the medic looked in horror at their friend’s horrendous wound. She quickly realized that if Fujimura hadn’t grabbed her, she would be in the same state as him or worse. The Lieutenant couldn’t bare to see one more good man die under her care.
Jill looked down at her 556, which was mangled beyond use due to the RPG explosion. She needed a new weapon again.
Meanwhile, Revy and her two henchmen ran up the stairway towards the BSAA’s position. The Russian in front who was holding an M3 shotgun was gunned down immediately, while the one behind Revy was killed before he even reached the top.
Revy herself sprayed what was left of her APS at the soldiers and sprinted toward the deck beside them. Her rifle finally went dry, forcing Revy to ditch it. The pirate leader didn’t have enough cover or ammunition could take on that many head-on.
Fortunately, she found a ladder right next to her that led right to the roof of the bridge. She climbed ladder while her enemies were distracted and went to the top of the bridge. Revy would seize the ship all by herself if she had to. She loaded her final clip into one of her pistols and ran towards the door.
Needless to say, Jill Valentine’s peaceful morning turned out to be a fucking nightmare. For little over an hour, she’d nearly been shot, stabbed, strangled, drowned, chopped up, beaten up, and blown up. Half of her security squad were killed or wounded trying to defend the ship, and she counted maybe five or six of her team was left. Jill was aching to blow the head off that lowlife bitch for everything she’d done today!
But first, she needed to end the assault on the deck. She ordered the two medics to take Fujimura and the other casualties to the infirmary inside the ship, and the rest of her squad to kill or capture all remaining hostiles and secure the front deck.
“I’ll deal with the leader myself! That bitch has killed enough of us! We’re ending this now!” Jill shouted.
The soldiers obediently carried out their orders. One member picked up the dead pirate’s M3 shotgun and tossed it to Jill, who caught it.
“Good luck, Jill! Make her pay!”
“Trust me, she will!” They saluted each other and went their separate ways. Jill stopped at the same ladder Revy climbed. She figured that she would’ve used it, since it’s the fastest way to get to the bridge from here.
The Lieutenant climbed up and reached the top of the roof, where she saw her foe working to get the port door to open.
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Revy had just turned the hatch on the emergency door, when she heard a familiar, yet unwelcome voice from behind.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Revy could just scream right about now. “No. Way. No fucking way! She cannot still be alive!
Revy turned around and raised her pistol. The pirate barely believed her eyes. But there she was, alive and standing several feet away, holding a shotgun.
“Jill-fucking-Valentine.” Revy snarled. “I don’t believe this. Not even a fucking RPG can kill you! You’re like a cockroach that just won’t stay squashed! Why can’t you just be a good girl and die already!?”
“Like I said before,” Jill snidely answered. “I’ll never let myself be killed by a cheap thug like you.
“My men are moving down to the deck to take out the rest of your crew. Not only that, but we’ve sent a distress call to our base in Nigeria. Right now, there’s a whole rescue team of BSAA coming right to this ship! One of the agents is an old friend of mine. And trust me–he’s not happy. Assaulting this ship was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made! Face it, Revy! You lost!
“Fuck you, I haven’t lost anything!” Revy roared. “It won’t matter how many rescue teams you send if I have the whole bridge hostage!” As for my gang, I couldn’t care less what happens to them. If they’re dead, that just means more reward money for me.”
“What the fuck is your problem!?” Jill shouted with disgust. “Ever since you came aboard, it’s just ‘money this, money that’ with you! Is that honestly the only thing you give a shit about!?”
“It’s the only thing worth giving a shit about!” Revy replied. “Unlike you, Valentine, I don’t dress up in a fucking uniform pretending that I’m some ‘hero!’ I got some news for you, sweetheart–the world doesn’t care about your precious morals or ideology.” The pirate said that almost with disgust.
“There’s only one thing that really matters: power.” Revy said with a sinister voice.
“Power rests with those with the money to buy it and the weapons to seize it.”
“When you have power, suddenly the world’s a much better place to live in. You can do anything you want, and nobody can stop you. Anything else–love, family, friendship–nothing but a bunch of sentimental bullshit.”
Jill couldn’t believe the garbage she’d heard. Revy’s worldview was the same one held by self-seeking egomaniacs like Nikolai Zinoviev and Albert Wesker. The same one that led to Umbrella’s role in the fall of Raccoon City. The same one that led to the rise of bioterrorism around the world.
“You–you’re unbelievable!” The soldier roared. “Is your idea of ‘power’ worth more to you than human lives? You know what kind of cargo we’re transporting, right?”
“Of course I fucking know. Guns. Explosives.”
“And food! Water! Medicine!”
“For the people who survived a horrible bioweapon three years ago!”
“A bioweapon created by sick, evil people obsessed with power!”
“People who used me as a guinea pig and a mindless slave!
Over 70% of Kijuju’s population died during the outbreak! Another 10% died from famine, disease, or civil riots! The few survivors left are forced to live in poor refugee camps! They’ll starve to death if our supplies don’t reach them! Is a fucking paycheck really worth more to you than people’s lives!?”
Revy didn’t respond, but her answer was obvious.
“Stupid question. Of course you’d think that.” Jill said coldly. “There’s just nothing inside you but greed and violence. At the end of the day, you’re just another terrorist.”
The two women were silent for a moment.
“It must be so nice. Living in your ivory tower, thinking you’re allowed to judge the whole world because you wear a uniform.” Revy said with a breaking voice.
“You may think I’m a monster, but that’s only because you had the luxury of living a normal life. You didn’t spend your childhood living in the ghetto.”
“Poor. Starving.”
“Rotting day after day in shit and garbage.”
“Living with a drunk bastard of a father who never gave a damn about you.”
Revy felt an annoying lump build in her throat. Her grip on her gun became shaky. Small tears pooled in her eyes and slid down her face. Normally, the hardened pirate would rather shoot herself than let anyone see her cry. But at this point, she no longer cared.
“Greed and violence are the only things world ever taught me. It’s all I’ve ever known.” Revy wept. “Not everyone’s cut out to be a hero like you, Jill. The only way for me to live was to kill and steal so many times that it became natural to me. When you’re living on the edge, that’s all that matters to you because in the end, that’s all you really got. Life’s a bitch, and then you die.”
The pirate lowered her gun and turned her face downward.
Jill lowered her shotgun and softened her gaze at the woman in front of her. Somehow, she understood where Revy was coming from. Her story reminded Jill of her own childhood. Of how her father Dick Valentine raised her to be a thief. Of the dozens of banks, stores, and hotels she robbed at his behest. Of how her father’s life of crime ended with him in prison, and how he begged Jill to join the army and lead an honorable life.
“I had no idea she was this broken. Maybe we’re not so different after all.” Jill thought. “If there’s any humanity left in her, maybe it’s not too late to reason with her.”
She walked up slowly and softened her voice.
“Revy, I…”
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“Shut. The fuck. Up.” Revy raised her pistol again at Jill’s face, its muzzle almost touching her nose.
“I didn’t ask for your fucking sympathy.” Revy said coldly. “What the hell did you think? ‘Poor little Chinese bitch? Maybe if I talk nicely and give her a hug she won’t be evil anymore?’ Don’t try to save me, Valentine. This is how I chose to live my life. And I don’t need anyone–least of all you–to tell me it’s wrong.”
No more tears were falling. Revy’s face was now a cold, emotionless stare. Her silent glare was a culmination of her lifetime of crime and bloodshed. Nothing mattered to her anymore; not the job, nor the ship, or even her crew. All she wanted was to remove Jill Valentine from the face of the Earth.
“What a fool I was, thinking that I can reason with her.” Jill thought somberly. “She’s too far gone for anyone’s help. The only way this is gonna end is with either my blood, or hers.”
The two women stood in the same way as when their fight started. Each pointed their weapons at the other, their fingers curled on the trigger.
Deep down, Rebecca Lee and Jill Valentine both knew that this would be their last showdown.
Saving Final Checkpoint…
Jill fired her M3, but Revy quickly rolled out of harm’s way. Jill did the same just before Revy shot back. There was no cover anywhere; their only hope was to keep moving.
Bullets and pellets whistled back and forth as Jill and Revy circled the platform, dodging and ducking from each other’s shots. At mid-range Revy’s small pistol was comfortable and accurate, but Jill’s shotgun was much clumsier and harder to aim, especially with all the constant running. Despite their best efforts, neither one could land a fatal hit on the other.
Both women were in danger of running out, but Jill was down to her last shell. One more miss would mean the end for her. Jill’s only chance was to force Revy to run out first and then blast her from up close. Luckily, Jill had just the tool she needed to do that. The Lieutenant pulled a green frag grenade hanging from her belt and threw it at Revy’s feet.
“Fuck! I’ve had enough of grenades for today!” Thought Revy as she kicked the green explosive away, where it exploded harmlessly over the ocean. Little did she know that that grenade was just a diversion.
Jill buttstroked Revy in the chin, forcing her to fall to the ground. She kicked Revy’s pistol out of her hands, but the pirate sent a sweep kick that sent Jill to the ground with her. As Jill’s finger accidentally pulled the trigger and fired her shotgun’s last round into the air. Revy rolled on top of Jill and threw her now-useless shotgun away. With one hand, she grabbed Jill by the throat, and with the other she continuously punched her in the face.
With each punch, Jill coughed up more and more of her blood as her face turned red with bruises. The Lieutenant had one last ace up her sleeve–or rather, her leg: her combat knife. She took the knife out of its holster and plunged it into Revy’s side before kicking her off.
Both women were back on their feet–Jill wielding a bloodied knife, and Revy holding the wound where she was stabbed. “That bitch! She just stabbed me for the second time today!”
“I’m gonna jam that toothpick of yours right up your ass!” Revy shouted in pain and fury.
“Come and get it.” Jill calmly replied.
Revy charged in and threw several hook punches, which Jill easily countered with an elbow and a spinning roundhouse kick to the face. Revy stumbled from the attack, but maintained her footing. She dodged a punch from Jill and grabbed her by the jacket before throwing her against the railing.
The Lieutenant grabbed the rail to keep herself from falling over. Revy ran over to throw another punch, but was cut short when Jill kicked her across the face. She followed it up by stabbing Revy in her upper left arm again, where the bandages were. The mercenary screamed as the metal blade pierced her arm. Her blood spilled onto the knife, her arm, and the floor. Revy’s frustration added to her pain–now she only had one good arm left! Jill thrust again with the knife, only for Revy to twist her arm and force her to drop it. The pirate kicked the weapon, causing it to slide through the railing and into the ocean. Both women were left to fight with their bare hands.
The soldier and the pirate fought bitterly, throwing, blocking, and countering every attack the other made. However, it was becoming clear that Jill was the better martial artist. Revy was strong, but she was little more than a brawler–her basic punches and kicks were easy to spot and counter. It also didn’t help that Revy now could only punch with her right hand now that her left was wounded beyond use. It was only a matter of time before Jill could tire her out.
And tired she definitely was. Seconds wore on, and Revy’s punches became slower and sloppier. She did land a few solid hits, but they had little effect. Jill sent a rising flip kick to Revy’s chin that sent her crashing down painfully on the metal ground.
Revy cried out as she impacted the ground. The pirate looked behind, and noticed that her pistol was only a few feet away! The pirate crawled backwards and reached out for the pistol. When Jill tried to stop her, she recived a nasty kick to the stomach that knocked the wind out of her. Jill collapsed on one knee, clutching her stomach. Revy stood back up with her Cutlass in her one good hand. The Lieutenant looked up, and saw the pirate’s pistol pointing right in the space between her eyes!
Revy gave a tired, but satisfied smile. “Too bad, Valentine. You came so close to winning, but it looks like it’s game over for you. Without your gun and your knife, you got nothing left!”
Jill noticed Revy’s left hand that was hung limply beside the huge splotch of blood on her shirt. That gave the Lieutenant one last, desperate idea! “I still have this!”
Jill pulled Revy’s gun away and jammed her thumb into her knife wound! Revy screamed in agony as the thumb irritated her wound and blood spurted out of it! Jill’s distraction worked! Not wasting her advantage, she wrapped her arms around Revy’s midsection and threw her overhead in a backwards suplex!
Revy slammed face-first into the hard metal floor! Jill rose to her feet and rolled Revy onto her back with her foot. She straddled Revy, placing one knee on her arm to prevent her from using her gun. Jill had turned the tables. Now it was time to finish this.
Jill smashed her right fist into Revy’s face. She punched her again with her left, giving Revy a black eye. The third punch sent a few bloodied teeth flying from Revy’s mouth. Over and over, she kept pounding her foe’s face into a red pulp with her fists. Revy was helpless to fight back. All she could do is groan and cough out blood as Jill pulverized her.
After her final punch, Jill reached down and strangled the pirate like a snake choking its prey. The Lieutenant growled and snarled her teeth like a wild tiger. Her oxygen cut off, Revy sputtered and gasped as Jill squeezed her neck. Her vision faded to black, and her hearing became dull and quiet. Revy eventually closed her eyes and went motionless. Jill was too overcome with rage to notice.
(Stop music)
“Please……Stop.” Revy wheezed with the last of her oxygen.
Jill gasped softly as she came to her senses. She let go of Revy’s neck, allowing her to breathe again.
“Dad……Please……Stop hitting me…….I’ll be a good girl, Dad……I promise.” Revy mumbled in a half-concious state. Her brutal beating by Jill caused her to relive traumatic memories of her father.
Jill stood to her full height, horrified at herself. She looked at her hands, her knuckles bruised and aching by all the times she punched Revy.
“Oh, my God. What am I doing?” She thought. “I lost control of myself and went berserk.”
“Just like I did all those years ago.”
Jill shook it out of her head and looked at Revy again.
The redhead was still breathing, but just barely. Her face was disfigured with large, red bruises and a swollen black eye. Three of her teeth landed beside her mouth, as a trickle of dry blood spilled out. Revy was alive. But she was truly, utterly defeated.
Jill noticed that Revy’s Cutlass pistol was still in her right hand. She took the gun out of the pirate’s hand and checked the magazine. The clip was empty, but there was one bullet left in the chamber.
Jill was about to win this. There was only one thing left to do.
“I have to end this. For Martinez. Sam. Fujimura. And for myself. I have to kill her.”
Jill knelt down and pointed the gun at Revy’s throat, just below her chin.
The pirate coughed hoarsely. Although her left eye was swollen, she could see the woman threatening her life through her right eye.
“You…bitch.” Revy hissed. So this is how it ends? At the barrel of my own gun?”
“It’s what you deserve.” Jill whispered venemously. The Lieutenant looked at Revy like a spider about to be stomped.
“What I deserve.” Revy chuckled bitterly. She took a long look at the hateful look Jill was giving her.
“That stare. I know it.” Revy said. “That look of pure hatred and sorrow.”
“The same one I gave my old man before I killed him.”
“Revenge feels good, doesn’t it?” Revy said with a defeated smile. “All those nasty emotions boiling inside you. Knowing you can release them all with one pull of the trigger.”
Revy turned her head towards Jill, looking defiant in the face of death.
“You think you’re some kind of superhero, Jill Valentine. But we both know that’s bullshit. At the end of the day, you’re just a cold-blooded killer. No different than me. So what are you waiting for? This is what you wanted, right? Kill me!”
Jill pressed the gun futher into Revy’s throat, right at the space where her larynx would be. She tightened her grip on the pearl handle and wrapped her finger around the trigger. One shot, and Revy’s brain stem would be destroyed. One shot, and she would be dead.
Just. One. Shot.
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“No.” Jill removed the pistol and rose to her feet. She ejected the bullet and threw the weapon behind her. “I am nothing like you.”
Revy looked almost disappointed. “You fucking coward.”
Jill sent a strong kick across Revy’s face. The blow was so tremendous that it knocked the woman unconcious. The Lieutenant dug some plastic zip cuffs from her pouch and used them to restrain Revy’s arms from behind.
A few seconds later, Jill’s adrenaline subsided. Her pain and exhaustion began to settle in. Tired and sore, the Lieutenant limped over to the railing and sat on the hot metal floor. The midday sun was intensely hot, but Jill didn’t even notice it.
She stared at the knocked-out Revy for several minutes, hoping that she wouldn’t wake up. To Jill’s relief, she didn’t.
This whole morning almost didn’t feel real, like something out of a bad dream. But here she was. Jill Valentine had fought a fierce battle against a dangerous pirate to the bitter end, and only barely won. For the next few minutes, she stared into the crystal blue ocean, pushing the battle out of her mind.
“Come in, Leftenant! Valentine, are you okay?” Jill’s mind snapped back to reality when she heard Johanna’s voices in her earpiece.
“I–I hear you, Jo. Over.” Jill said.
“Oh, thank God!” Johanna gushed with relief. “I was beginning to think we lost you!”
“Well, obviously I’m still alive.” Jill chuckled slightly. “So, what happened? Is the ship secure?”
“Affirmative! Most of the pirates are eliminated–the rest have all surrendered! We’ve won!”
“Thank Christ.” Jill thought as warm tears pooled in her eyes. “After everything that’s happened today. All the people who died. We’ve beaten them.”
“Also, Jill…” The radio operator continued, “I’m tracking three BSAA helicopters and four rescue boats on my radar. The calvary’s coming!”
Jill sprang to her feet after hearing that news. “What!? From which direction?”
They’re heading towards us about 60 degrees North-Northeast. Look where the bow is facing.”
The Lieutenant turned her attention towards the bow. And sure enough, she did see a few fast-moving objects approaching from the distance. The objects rapidly grew bigger as they drew closer, taking the shapes that Johanna described. The flying vehicles above were a trio of Sea Knight helicopters, each with the BSAA logo printed on the side. Each chopper was long and slender with rotors on the front and rear, and could carry a full squad of 12 soldiers.
The rest were a set of four motor patrol boats with rescue crews on board. Two of the choppers hovered right beside the ship as their rear hatches opened. Their crews of armed men used their rappel cables to rope down to the deck. The rescue crews from the boats gathered the dead and wounded, both friendlies and hostiles. Within minutes, the rescue teams surrounded the pirates’ torpedo ship and captured the crew inside it.
The third and last helicopter soared right above Jill and landed on the enormous helipad at the rear of the tanker. The aircraft’s rotors slowed to a stop, and its squad quickly marched out of the hatch.
“This is Captain Redfield! We’ve brought the calvary to you!”
“Jill, what’s your status? Answer if you’re alive, over!”
“Chris!” Jill exclaimed as looked over her old partner. “I’m above you! At the top of the bridge tower, where the antennas are!” She waved over to her old partner from the bridge to get her old partner’s attention. Thankfully, he noticed her.
“I see you, Jill! Stay right where you are and we’ll get to you!” The squad captain ordered three of his men to come with him as they group up with Jill. They climbed the set of stairs and ladders leading up to her position.
The two ex-STARS members met face-to-face. Chris was relieved to see Jill was still alive, but horrified to see her so bruised up.
“Jesus, Jill. What the hell happened?” Chris asked with concern.
“It’s…..been a really rough day, Chris.” Jill answered. “I really don’t want to talk about it right now. But that woman on the floor…” She said as she pointed to the still-unconcious Revy behind her, “…She’s the cause of this whole fiasco.”
Chris and his squadmates looked at the knocked-out pirate on the floor in front of them. “Roger that. Is she still alive?” The BSAA captain asked.
Jill nodded, and Chris ordered two of his squadmates to apprehend Revy. They each grabbed one of her forearms and roughly jerked her up from the floor. Her head and feet hung down limply as she was carried.
“She’s the cause of this clusterfuck?” One soldier said incredulously. “What do we do with her, sir?”
His partner with a British Cockney accent answered, “I say we tie her to the anchor and take her for a swim, sir. Give the sharks something to eat.”
“As tempting as that sounds, we’ll need her alive if we want to interrogate her.” Chris firmly answered.
Jill stepped in and gave the next orders. “Take her to the brig. Put this animal in a cage where she belongs.” She said in a quiet, seething tone. The men dutifully followed their orders and dragged Revy away to the lower decks of the ship. Only Jill and Chris were left standing on the bridge tower.
Jill turned her face downwards and crossed her arms. Her eyes were watering, and she was sniffling quietly. “Chris…..” Jill whispered, her voice barely audible. “While Revy and me fought I…..I lost control. I beat her up–strangled her–pointed a gun at her neck. I wanted to kill her. So fucking badly. And yet…..I couldn’t do it.”
Chris gently placed a hand on his old partner’s shoulder. “You did the right thing, Jill.” He said softly. “This way, she’ll be forced to answer for her crimes. More importantly, we’ll know if she’s working for anyone or not.”
Jill knew that Chris was right. But that wasn’t enough to console her. “It won’t bring any of my men back.” She wept.
“Neither will killing her. At least this way, you made their deaths mean something.”
“They still died, Chris. I have to live with that.” Jill replied in her mind. At that point, she couldn’t hold in her tears any longer. She buried her face in her hands and started crying. Chris gently embraced his old friend as she wept.
“Everything’s gonna be okay, Jill.” He told her. “Whatever happened today, it’s over. All that matters is that you survived. You survived, and you won. Just like I knew you would.”
“You always survive.”
Final Results
Edward: Good grief, why does our boss keep insisting on these new, tear-jerking endings?
Louis: You’re telling me! How did we make the new ending to this battle more heartwarming, and tragic at the same time? Both Jill and Revy are definitely gonna need to see a therapist after everything we put them through!
Edward: Too right. But anyway, let’s go over why Jill was the victor in this match. Like we’ve done in the old version of this fight, we’ll divide the breakdown into five sections: Weapons, Physicality, Experience, Intelligence, and Melee.
Louis: Starting off with their Weapons…they were more or less even. Both fighters had a decent loadout of guns and explosives that helped keep them in the fight. Revy’s weapons were slightly more versatile, but Jill’s guns were still practical enough to keep her in the fight.
Edward: The RPG may have been Revy’s strongest weapon, but as Resident Evil 5 showed, Jill has survived at least one on-contact explosion before. So there’s little reason why she shouldn’t survive one here.
Louis: So in short, it’s pretty much a wash as far as their weapons go.
Edward: Second, let’s talk about their Physicality. Unfortunately, we don’t have many recorded feats for Revy as far as her strength goes. However, she was strong enough to jump across several speedboats going 60 miles per hour in the third episode. Not only that, she had enough stamina to fight one-on-one with Roberta, a trained ex-FARC assassin and come out of it in a draw.
Louis: That’s cute. But Jill’s had plenty more instances where she displayed her strength. She fell into a chasm and was strong enough to climb out; she can use a Magnum pistol one-armed without injuring herself, and she’s strong enough to push back a Majini Executioner, who’s several times bigger and stronger than her!
Louis: Not only that, but she survived tanking hits from Albert Wesker. You know, that guy who can pick up heat-seeking missiles and throw them like they’re footballs! And in the 2020 remake of Resident Evil 3, Jill was able to lift an experimental rail gun called the FINGeR. Which is THIS big!
Edward: (Astonished) What on EARTH did they design that pissing thing for!? Donkey Kong!? How is Jill even able to lift that thing?
Louis: Hey, if Chris can punch down boulders and Leon can kill a giant lake monster, this doesn’t seem so ridiculous in comparison.
Edward: I suppose that’s fair. In any case, keep in mind that we’re not using any of Wesker’s biological enhancements on Jill (except for plot-related reasons). But even without those, she still has the clear edge in physical strength.
Louis: Next, Marksmanship. This one is another wash for both of them. Both Jill and Revy have shown several times that they’re excellent sharpshooters.
Edward: Indeed. In “The Roanapur Freakshow Circus” Revy killed a fat bastard wielding a flamethrower, while she was hanging from a moving speedboat!
Louis: However, Jill was able to land a perfect headshot on a Majini. From 200 yards away. On a moving helicopter. With an assault rifle.
Louis: (Swoons) That is so hot!
Edward: (You’re pathetic.) Anyway, these are but a few examples of the two women’s keen marksmanship. They’re pretty much even in that regard.
Louis: Now we come to Experience. This one’s a bit trickier. Obviously, Revy has killed far, far more people than Jill ever had (not counting zombies). Revy has a better understanding of how normal people behave and think when they fight. Buuuuuuut, that being said, most of the people Revy killed were amateurs. Hired goons. Criminals. Mercenaries. People who aren’t as competent or well-trained as a special forces agent.
Edward: “But Revy killed an entire boat full of Neo Nazis” you say? Very true. However, it was heavily implied that those morons were a bunch of useless wankers who never actually saw combat. Dutch even said it himself.
“What a joke. They got the uniforms, but that’s about it.”
Louis: On top of that, just before Revy showed up, those idiots were getting drunk and throwing a party! They were practically begging to get shot up! If you’re still not convinced, just watch this video.
Louis: Notice how the last guy at 2:46 struggled to even load his MG42 before Revy showed up. Hell, one other idiot even wasted time bragging about his gun instead of actually shooting Revy!
Edward: Still, with that being said, Jill has had very limited experience fighting people who aren’t zombies or virus-crazed villagers. Thus, we’ll give the edge to Revy for experience.
Louis: Fourth category is Intelligence. Now this is another interesting one. Before, we thought Revy was just an impulsive brute whose only strategy is “If it moves, kill it.”
Edward: Sounds like someone else I know…
Louis: Shut up, Ed! Anyway, when we watched the Janet Bhat arc in Season 2, we found that Revy is capable of forming smart, calculated strategies when the time calls for it. However, those moments usually happen when she’s with a partner such as Eda. When she’s out in the field by herself, Revy tends to stick to the old-fashioned plan of “Shoot first; ask questions never.”
Edward: As for Jill, as an ex-member of the US Army and STARS, she was trained to think tactically and use problem-solving in every situation. When she wasn’t battling monsters, Jill spent her career solving complex puzzles and escaping deadly traps time and time again. Thus, she gets another point for intelligence.
Louis: And finally, we come to Melee. There was really no comparison. Revy may be a good sharpshooter, but she sure as hell is no martial artist. Her only known fistfight was against Roberta in Season 1, and that amounted to little more than crude brawling.
Edward: True, she had enough stamina to fight Roberta for at least an hour, but the two ended up tiring out and finishing in a draw.
Louis: However, Jill’s a much better trained CQC fighter. If Mercenaries Mode is any indication, Jill is perfectly capable of acrobatic takedowns the likes of which you’d only find in wrestling or a martial arts movie!
Louis: Since she’s shown doing the same things in both her BSAA uniform and battle suit, we can safely assume that Jill can do all of these without any of Wesker’s enhancements!
Edward: Aye. And the fact that Jill had a melee weapon only gave her an even greater advantage. So, in conclusion, that makes 3 for Jill, 1 for Revy, and 2 for both. I think It’s clear which gun-wielding waifu is the winner here.
Louis: In conclusion Revy thought she had this fight in the bag, but she ended up with a black eye, a damaged throat, and a bruised ego. Now ain’t that a kick in the head?
Edward: (Groans, facepalms)
Louis: Look, these puns aren’t as easy as you think.
The Winner Is…
Jill Valentine!!!
Revy (Loser):
* Armament: Had roughly equal amount of weapons ( = )
* Physicality: Slightly less physically strong (-)
* Marksmanship: Has pulled off impressive shots from long distances ( = )
* Experience: More experienced against human targets (+)
* Intelligence: Less tactical and more trigger happy (-)
* Hand-to-Hand: Much less skilled in terms of martial arts. Fighting boils down to basic punches and kicks. (-)
Jill (Winner):
* Armament: Had roughly equal amount of weapons ( = )
* Physicality: Slightly stronger (+)
* Marksmanship: Has pulled off impressive shots from long distances ( = )
* Experience: Less experienced against human targets (-)
* Intelligence: More pragmatic and strategic in most situations (+)
* Hand-to-Hand: Far better trained in CQC. Can pull off quick, acrobatic attacks. Also equipped with knife. (+)
Epilogue coming soon!
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