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The rain had not stopped since dawn. It beat against the stained-glass windows of the law office with a slow, relentless rhythm, the occasional roll of thunder echoing through the Arklay Mountains beyond.
By comparison, the atmosphere inside the conference room was oppressive. Everyone was silent. A polished mahogany table stretched the length of the room, surrounded by men in tailored suits wearing expressions of carefully rehearsed sympathy. Lawyers. Executives. Shareholders.
Men who saw profit line than a grieving son or the man who lost his life and served them faithfully.
At the head of the table, beside the executor, rested a single framed photograph.
Professor James Marcus. Virologist. Visionary. Co-founder of Umbrella Corporation.
But for the boy at the opposite end of the table, Father.
Jonathan Marcus sat quietly at the table, his hands folded in his lap. He never once looked away from the photograph.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the executives.
Some avoided looking at him. Others whispered among themselves. All of them were tense.
Everyone understood what today's meeting truly meant.
It wasn't simply the reading of a will. It was something that could fracture the company apart at the seams. James Marcus the same amount of ownership to the company as the last remaining founder and how it is allocated per his will could potentially change the hierarchy of the company.
His gaze settled upon the lawyers seated to his left.
They represented Oswell E. Spencer.
His father's oldest friend.
His business partner.
And possibly the man who had ordered his death.
Officially, James Marcus had died in a laboratory accident.
However, no body was ever recovered. According to Umbrella's biohazard team, his remains were too hazardous to retrieve and had therefore been burned.
"If you're ready, Master Marcus."
Jonathan inclined his head.
The executor, another life long friend of his father Jefferey Mettler broke opened the envelope and unfolded the will.
"As stipulated within the Last Will and Testament of Professor James Marcus..."
The room fell silent.
"...his residence, personal effects, privately registered patents, research journals, and liquid assets shall pass in their entirety to his only son, Jonathan Aurel Marcus."
Jonathan nodded once.
The executor turned another page.
"Regarding Professor Marcus's ownership of Umbrella Corporation..."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"...certain legal complications have arisen."
Jonathan wasn't surprised.
He had expected this from the moment he was informed of his father's death.
"Following Dr. Marcus's death, the Board of Directors invoked Article Twelve of Umbrella's Corporate Continuity Charter."
One of Spencer's lawyers slid a folder across the polished table.
"The clause provides that, where a controlling shareholder dies leaving no legally emancipated heir capable of exercising voting rights, said voting rights shall temporarily revert to the remaining executive founders to preserve corporate stability."
Jonathan opened the folder. Spencer hadn't merely prepared for Marcus's death. He had also prepared to take everything Marcus had earned through his role in the company.
"The Board subsequently approved an emergency restructuring."
The lawyer's voice remained perfectly calm.
"Dr Marcus's forty percent shareholding has been reduced to six-point-three percent."
Silence.
"The remaining shares have been redistributed amongst the existing shareholders."
The lawyer continued speaking.
"The estate will receive financial compensation equivalent to the market value of those shares, payable over a period of ten years."
Then came the final paragraph.
Should the beneficiary initiate legal proceedings contesting the restructuring, all compensation shall immediately become null and void. Furthermore, the remaining six-point-three percent shall become subject to judicial review.
Jonathan closed the folder.
Spencer had trapped him.
Contest the decision, and Jonathan risked losing everything. Accept it, and Umbrella walked away with his father's life's work while paying him for it.
Nobody in the room spoke.
Several executives at least had the decency to look ashamed. Others looked relieved. One or two even appeared amused.
"You are, of course, free to seek independent legal counsel," one lawyer said politely.
"We merely ask that, should you accept the settlement, you sign the enclosed affidavit confirming your intention not to pursue litigation."
He stood.
"We shall await your decision."
The lawyers departed as professionally as they had entered. Not one looked back.
The remainder of the will passed without much incident.
Some patents were left to his father's subordinates.
Some of his money was allocated to donations for certain people and organizations. Other funds were donated to an institute in Switzerland—the same one James had graduated from—in the form of scholarships and charitable contributions.
Some was allocated to research grants.
Most of the attendees departed shortly afterward.
Eventually, only Jonathan and Jeffery Mettler remained.
The old solicitor slowly removed his glasses.
"You knew, didn't you?"
Jeffery nodded.
"I did."
"They altered Father's will?"
"As far as the law is concerned, the will remains exactly as he wrote it."
Jonathan looked toward the rain-covered windows.
"Why?"
Jeffery remained silent for a long moment.
"Because Spencer is dangerous. And people who refuse him tend to disappear quickly and quietly."
Another silence followed before he sighed.
"I have grandchildren, Jonathan. My wife is ill. I've spent forty years building a comfortable life. But it's not enough. And I do not know how long I have left. I cannot afford to risk what little I have, even for James."
He paused.
"So I decided to bet on the winning horse."
Jonathan didn't answer.
"I am sorry. I truly am."
"But there are some battles you cannot win."
Jonathan rose from his chair.
Jeffery cleared his throat.
"There is... one final matter."
Jonathan stopped.
"James instructed me that these documents were to be disclosed only after everyone else had left."
He produced another folder.
"The properties listed here were purchased privately."
Jonathan opened it.
His eyes widened.
An independent electronics research laboratory located on a plot of land in Saint Michaels, on the exact opposite side of the city from where James worked.
A warehouse on Prague Avenue.
Industrial land in Ohio.
Agricultural property in North Dakota.
Another plot of land in Haiti alongside mining rights within that land.
None of it belonged to Umbrella.
None of it would appear anywhere in the company's financial records.
Jeffery watched Jonathan read.
"I never understood why he bought an electronics laboratory."
Jonathan did.
His father hadn't bought it for himself.
He had bought it for his son.
Unlike James Marcus, Jonathan had never been captivated by the biological sciences. Machines were his passion.
Robotics.
Artificial intelligence.
Global communication system.
Eventually interplanetary travel.
Their dinner conversations often became debates over whether humanity's future lay in biology or technology. It was one of the few times they could spend together without work or school cutting into it.
James always argued in favor of biology.
Jonathan always argued in favor of engineering.
The laboratory wasn't merely a contingency in case Spencer ousted James from his company.
It was a gift. A way for Jonathan to move on without Umbrella.
Jeffery handed him one final folder.
"There are also several companies registered in your name."
Jonathan skimmed the list.
A courier company.
A laundromat.
A small electronics retailer.
Nothing impressive. But each generated a modest profit. Enough to stand on their own.
Jonathan smiled faintly.
Jeffery suddenly cleared his throat.
"There still remains the question of guardianship."
"I'll petition for emancipation."
Jeffery frowned.
"You're only fourteen."
"I now own six percent of Umbrella and several businesses."
"I can employ people to look after me. I think I'll manage."
The old solicitor chuckled despite himself.
"You sound just like your father."
"I certainly hope not."
Jonathan said with a small smile.
For the first time that afternoon, Jeffery laughed and it was filled with an underline of sorrow since this would probably be the last time we met. As much as Jonathan understood his actions, there was no going back from this.
After he left, Jonathan wandered through the empty mansion until he reached his father's bedroom.
He found the three carved keys hidden exactly where James had once shown him.
If there was one constant among Umbrella's three founders, it was their love of puzzles and their obsession with the number three. Jonathan still remembered attending a party at the Ashford's' estate over five years earlier. He had been only nine years old at the time. He had tried to enter the fitting room to change his clothes, only to find it locked and requiring three disks to open. Not only had he been forced to scour the mansion in search of the disks, but he had also needed to rotate them in a specific order before the door would unlock.
Part of him wonders if the company charter requires them to make such tedious puzzles to block access to certain places. Some of which seems random while others most definitely go against Building Codes and Fire Safety Regulations.
Three wooden carvings unlocked a hidden compartment.
Inside was a combination safe.
Jonathan placed the documents inside and shut the door.
He then leaned back against it.
His mind replayed the events of the afternoon.
He would let Spencer enjoy his victory.
Jonathan had no intention of challenging Umbrella in court.
In fact, by removing most of his shares, Spencer had done him a favor in the long run. Jonathan knew what happened behind Umbrella's closed doors. He knew about the T-Virus, his father's magnum opus. Derived from the Progenitor Virus discovered in Africa, it had been created by combining it with leech DNA, producing a virus with highly mutagenic potential capable of turning ordinary people into superhumans provided it bonded perfectly with the host, in theory. If it failed, however, the host's body would die, only to reanimate with little more than its most basic instinct: the desire to feed. In layman's terms, it turned people into zombies.
That was why he disagreed with his father's views. Why rely on an unstable, unpredictable biological agent when machines could achieve the same result or an even better one? A gun could kill a man far more efficiently than a zombie ever could. Unlike a zombie, it wasn't going to infect people with a volatile contagion capable of snowballing into a catastrophe no one could control.
And now, free from Umbrella's shadow, he finally had the opportunity to put his doctrine to the test. And he had the means.
The collective technological legacy of ARMACHAM Technology Corporation otherwise known as the ATC. In another universe, it had been a corporation eerily similar to Umbrella. They developed medicine, weapons, cloned soldiers, robots, and were dabbling in psionic abilities, no matter the cost. In the end, it all blew up in their faces. Jonathan possessed the knowledge they had gained from those experiments, guilt-free, because he had never committed those atrocities himself. He also had the capital to build that corporation from the ground up. In his own image. A better, smarter, and more ethical version of ARMACHAM.
AN: Should I make it so MC knows the plot of Resident Evil or not.
By comparison, the atmosphere inside the conference room was oppressive. Everyone was silent. A polished mahogany table stretched the length of the room, surrounded by men in tailored suits wearing expressions of carefully rehearsed sympathy. Lawyers. Executives. Shareholders.
Men who saw profit line than a grieving son or the man who lost his life and served them faithfully.
At the head of the table, beside the executor, rested a single framed photograph.
Professor James Marcus. Virologist. Visionary. Co-founder of Umbrella Corporation.
But for the boy at the opposite end of the table, Father.
Jonathan Marcus sat quietly at the table, his hands folded in his lap. He never once looked away from the photograph.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the executives.
Some avoided looking at him. Others whispered among themselves. All of them were tense.
Everyone understood what today's meeting truly meant.
It wasn't simply the reading of a will. It was something that could fracture the company apart at the seams. James Marcus the same amount of ownership to the company as the last remaining founder and how it is allocated per his will could potentially change the hierarchy of the company.
His gaze settled upon the lawyers seated to his left.
They represented Oswell E. Spencer.
His father's oldest friend.
His business partner.
And possibly the man who had ordered his death.
Officially, James Marcus had died in a laboratory accident.
However, no body was ever recovered. According to Umbrella's biohazard team, his remains were too hazardous to retrieve and had therefore been burned.
"If you're ready, Master Marcus."
Jonathan inclined his head.
The executor, another life long friend of his father Jefferey Mettler broke opened the envelope and unfolded the will.
"As stipulated within the Last Will and Testament of Professor James Marcus..."
The room fell silent.
"...his residence, personal effects, privately registered patents, research journals, and liquid assets shall pass in their entirety to his only son, Jonathan Aurel Marcus."
Jonathan nodded once.
The executor turned another page.
"Regarding Professor Marcus's ownership of Umbrella Corporation..."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
"...certain legal complications have arisen."
Jonathan wasn't surprised.
He had expected this from the moment he was informed of his father's death.
"Following Dr. Marcus's death, the Board of Directors invoked Article Twelve of Umbrella's Corporate Continuity Charter."
One of Spencer's lawyers slid a folder across the polished table.
"The clause provides that, where a controlling shareholder dies leaving no legally emancipated heir capable of exercising voting rights, said voting rights shall temporarily revert to the remaining executive founders to preserve corporate stability."
Jonathan opened the folder. Spencer hadn't merely prepared for Marcus's death. He had also prepared to take everything Marcus had earned through his role in the company.
"The Board subsequently approved an emergency restructuring."
The lawyer's voice remained perfectly calm.
"Dr Marcus's forty percent shareholding has been reduced to six-point-three percent."
Silence.
"The remaining shares have been redistributed amongst the existing shareholders."
The lawyer continued speaking.
"The estate will receive financial compensation equivalent to the market value of those shares, payable over a period of ten years."
Then came the final paragraph.
Should the beneficiary initiate legal proceedings contesting the restructuring, all compensation shall immediately become null and void. Furthermore, the remaining six-point-three percent shall become subject to judicial review.
Jonathan closed the folder.
Spencer had trapped him.
Contest the decision, and Jonathan risked losing everything. Accept it, and Umbrella walked away with his father's life's work while paying him for it.
Nobody in the room spoke.
Several executives at least had the decency to look ashamed. Others looked relieved. One or two even appeared amused.
"You are, of course, free to seek independent legal counsel," one lawyer said politely.
"We merely ask that, should you accept the settlement, you sign the enclosed affidavit confirming your intention not to pursue litigation."
He stood.
"We shall await your decision."
The lawyers departed as professionally as they had entered. Not one looked back.
The remainder of the will passed without much incident.
Some patents were left to his father's subordinates.
Some of his money was allocated to donations for certain people and organizations. Other funds were donated to an institute in Switzerland—the same one James had graduated from—in the form of scholarships and charitable contributions.
Some was allocated to research grants.
Most of the attendees departed shortly afterward.
Eventually, only Jonathan and Jeffery Mettler remained.
The old solicitor slowly removed his glasses.
"You knew, didn't you?"
Jeffery nodded.
"I did."
"They altered Father's will?"
"As far as the law is concerned, the will remains exactly as he wrote it."
Jonathan looked toward the rain-covered windows.
"Why?"
Jeffery remained silent for a long moment.
"Because Spencer is dangerous. And people who refuse him tend to disappear quickly and quietly."
Another silence followed before he sighed.
"I have grandchildren, Jonathan. My wife is ill. I've spent forty years building a comfortable life. But it's not enough. And I do not know how long I have left. I cannot afford to risk what little I have, even for James."
He paused.
"So I decided to bet on the winning horse."
Jonathan didn't answer.
"I am sorry. I truly am."
"But there are some battles you cannot win."
Jonathan rose from his chair.
Jeffery cleared his throat.
"There is... one final matter."
Jonathan stopped.
"James instructed me that these documents were to be disclosed only after everyone else had left."
He produced another folder.
"The properties listed here were purchased privately."
Jonathan opened it.
His eyes widened.
An independent electronics research laboratory located on a plot of land in Saint Michaels, on the exact opposite side of the city from where James worked.
A warehouse on Prague Avenue.
Industrial land in Ohio.
Agricultural property in North Dakota.
Another plot of land in Haiti alongside mining rights within that land.
None of it belonged to Umbrella.
None of it would appear anywhere in the company's financial records.
Jeffery watched Jonathan read.
"I never understood why he bought an electronics laboratory."
Jonathan did.
His father hadn't bought it for himself.
He had bought it for his son.
Unlike James Marcus, Jonathan had never been captivated by the biological sciences. Machines were his passion.
Robotics.
Artificial intelligence.
Global communication system.
Eventually interplanetary travel.
Their dinner conversations often became debates over whether humanity's future lay in biology or technology. It was one of the few times they could spend together without work or school cutting into it.
James always argued in favor of biology.
Jonathan always argued in favor of engineering.
The laboratory wasn't merely a contingency in case Spencer ousted James from his company.
It was a gift. A way for Jonathan to move on without Umbrella.
Jeffery handed him one final folder.
"There are also several companies registered in your name."
Jonathan skimmed the list.
A courier company.
A laundromat.
A small electronics retailer.
Nothing impressive. But each generated a modest profit. Enough to stand on their own.
Jonathan smiled faintly.
Jeffery suddenly cleared his throat.
"There still remains the question of guardianship."
"I'll petition for emancipation."
Jeffery frowned.
"You're only fourteen."
"I now own six percent of Umbrella and several businesses."
"I can employ people to look after me. I think I'll manage."
The old solicitor chuckled despite himself.
"You sound just like your father."
"I certainly hope not."
Jonathan said with a small smile.
For the first time that afternoon, Jeffery laughed and it was filled with an underline of sorrow since this would probably be the last time we met. As much as Jonathan understood his actions, there was no going back from this.
After he left, Jonathan wandered through the empty mansion until he reached his father's bedroom.
He found the three carved keys hidden exactly where James had once shown him.
If there was one constant among Umbrella's three founders, it was their love of puzzles and their obsession with the number three. Jonathan still remembered attending a party at the Ashford's' estate over five years earlier. He had been only nine years old at the time. He had tried to enter the fitting room to change his clothes, only to find it locked and requiring three disks to open. Not only had he been forced to scour the mansion in search of the disks, but he had also needed to rotate them in a specific order before the door would unlock.
Part of him wonders if the company charter requires them to make such tedious puzzles to block access to certain places. Some of which seems random while others most definitely go against Building Codes and Fire Safety Regulations.
Three wooden carvings unlocked a hidden compartment.
Inside was a combination safe.
Jonathan placed the documents inside and shut the door.
He then leaned back against it.
His mind replayed the events of the afternoon.
He would let Spencer enjoy his victory.
Jonathan had no intention of challenging Umbrella in court.
In fact, by removing most of his shares, Spencer had done him a favor in the long run. Jonathan knew what happened behind Umbrella's closed doors. He knew about the T-Virus, his father's magnum opus. Derived from the Progenitor Virus discovered in Africa, it had been created by combining it with leech DNA, producing a virus with highly mutagenic potential capable of turning ordinary people into superhumans provided it bonded perfectly with the host, in theory. If it failed, however, the host's body would die, only to reanimate with little more than its most basic instinct: the desire to feed. In layman's terms, it turned people into zombies.
That was why he disagreed with his father's views. Why rely on an unstable, unpredictable biological agent when machines could achieve the same result or an even better one? A gun could kill a man far more efficiently than a zombie ever could. Unlike a zombie, it wasn't going to infect people with a volatile contagion capable of snowballing into a catastrophe no one could control.
And now, free from Umbrella's shadow, he finally had the opportunity to put his doctrine to the test. And he had the means.
The collective technological legacy of ARMACHAM Technology Corporation otherwise known as the ATC. In another universe, it had been a corporation eerily similar to Umbrella. They developed medicine, weapons, cloned soldiers, robots, and were dabbling in psionic abilities, no matter the cost. In the end, it all blew up in their faces. Jonathan possessed the knowledge they had gained from those experiments, guilt-free, because he had never committed those atrocities himself. He also had the capital to build that corporation from the ground up. In his own image. A better, smarter, and more ethical version of ARMACHAM.
AN: Should I make it so MC knows the plot of Resident Evil or not.
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As someone who adores F.E.A.R, specifically the the original game plus the expansion packs.
This is about to be fun, thank god we had a protagonist who isn't going to be as twisted as the higher ups and certain characters in Armachan.
Morally Grey? Yes, that's expected, but if you're going to fight monsters, sometimes. You're going to have fight them with your own monsters, but unlike Harlan Wade and those who were responsible for Project Origin. (Which one thing, fuck you for putting an innocent girl through all of that. Burn in hell, sincerely.) I do see our protagonist making sure that this version of Armachan is grounded and well-intended.
They may do some grayish action, but the protagonists of Resident Evil will clearly see that Armachan is simply wanting to do what's right, even if they had to cross that grayish lines more often than one.
Though, someone will required to be the better man, and who wouldn't be? The Resident Evil's protagonists, if they're the light that shines in the darkness, then Armachan here is the Darkness that keep the horrors at bay by all means, even if it meant doing things that some people wouldn't agree on, but understand why it's made.
I think a really good line to summaries Armachan's potential here in this continuity is this wonderful quote from a well-beloved horror community.
"Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves. While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world."
"We secure. We contain. We protect." - The SCP Foundation.
But that's just me, what do you think?
This is about to be fun, thank god we had a protagonist who isn't going to be as twisted as the higher ups and certain characters in Armachan.
Morally Grey? Yes, that's expected, but if you're going to fight monsters, sometimes. You're going to have fight them with your own monsters, but unlike Harlan Wade and those who were responsible for Project Origin. (Which one thing, fuck you for putting an innocent girl through all of that. Burn in hell, sincerely.) I do see our protagonist making sure that this version of Armachan is grounded and well-intended.
They may do some grayish action, but the protagonists of Resident Evil will clearly see that Armachan is simply wanting to do what's right, even if they had to cross that grayish lines more often than one.
Though, someone will required to be the better man, and who wouldn't be? The Resident Evil's protagonists, if they're the light that shines in the darkness, then Armachan here is the Darkness that keep the horrors at bay by all means, even if it meant doing things that some people wouldn't agree on, but understand why it's made.
I think a really good line to summaries Armachan's potential here in this continuity is this wonderful quote from a well-beloved horror community.
"Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves. While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world."
"We secure. We contain. We protect." - The SCP Foundation.
But that's just me, what do you think?
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Ohh Now This Is Going To Be Very Interesting, Will Be Watch This Very Much, As For RE Knowledge I Would Say Mainline Entries Knowing The General Plot.
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It is an interesting premise yes. And I do plan on going a similar route but have more at times hostile, at times uneasy alliance sort of relationship with the RE main characters.