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[KyleCalibur15]

Jill Valentine—S.T.A.R.S. Booster

Raccoon City—1998


'Why hasn't he broken the door down and ended this already?' Jill thought as she kept her back pressed against the wall, keeping herself out of view from anything trying to peek out the windows. Not that it mattered. He knew she was in this parking garage, in this office...

It was a rookie mistake getting herself caught in here in this security room that smelled of cheap cigarettes and spilled coffee–a desperate mad rush to put a reinforced door between her and the nightmare horde outside–and some part of her that she couldn't keep quiet kept thinking that it might be her last. It wasn't until she'd slammed the latch closed when she'd heard the footsteps, thudding heavily like dumbbells dropped on a metal floor.

'It's just my heart pounding, he isn't making the ground shake with each step...'

She closed her eyes and checked the ammo count in her clip, turning it over in her hand. The twelve rounds she had in the clip wouldn't so much as make a dent in him, she knew that from trying to put three times that in him ever since he'd first caught her scent outside the R.P.D...

A shudder racked her body at the immediate, visceral image that came to mind. Brad staggering backward, floundering as this...this trenchcoat-wearing thing grabbed him by the head and...and...

She steeled herself, letting her breath out through her nose as she rummaged through the pouches on her belt. No, she wasn't going to collapse like this. Brad was dead, but she wasn't going to let the thing that killed him get away with it.

"S.T.A.R.S...."

"Right here you viral freak," Jill said in quiet defiance as she loaded more rounds into the clip, sliding it back into the butt of her gun and racking back the slide with a satisfying click as it discharged a spare round that she caught and pocketed. Better to have a round ready in the chamber and one ejected unspent than to risk a dry fire with tall, dark and ugly out there charging at her. Then she went and with a practiced methodicism, she went and reloaded the rest of her equipment, loading fresh shells into her shotgun and checking her stock of medicinal herbs and first aid sprays. The steps continued closer this time, pacing at a steady pace, though faster this time. Back and forth...

He's getting restless too...

She didn't move. Didn't dare go out to peak even when the footsteps stopped. She knew what she'd see if she did: the leathery face of her monstrous stalker, the white gleam of the singular white eye that hadn't been stitched shut clouded with a detached inhumanity, and the sudden blur of motion that would prelude her being brutally killed right here in this office.

She wasn't going to let herself give in. She wasn't going to let Umbrella get away with what their research had done to this city. This was her last escape, and she wasn't going to waste it by hiding in an office like she was still a frightened little girl waiting for her father to make bail.

"Hell with this," Jill murmured as she stood up, her boots thumping on the thin black-grey carpet that seemed the security office standard in the midwest as she went to the door. She had to make a run for it. She readied herself by the door, her hands rapping against the grip of her shotgun as she braced herself. The moans of the undead carried on the wind outself, carrying with it the stink of smoke and decay, something else that smelled like cooked ozone and something she couldn't place but didn't have time to really think about.

"Three...two..."

Her hand went to the latch, gripping it tightly. That weird ozone smell was stronger now, and the hairs on her arms stood up as if alive with a static charge. There was a white light outside now, shining through the windows, strobing violently...

"Is that...what is..."

She threw the door open, charged forward...and the whole world seemed to end for her right then and there, drowned in a rush of psychedelic colors rushing past her like headlights streaking through a highway at midnight that washed over her skin and swallowed the whole of her and made her squeeze her eyes closed from the brightness.

The last thing she heard before all consciousness faded from her was the rumbling, feral roar of the monster that had been denied its quarry growing quiet...louder again...then nothing.
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A low groan left Jill's throat once she regained consciousness, morphing into a cough that sent stabs of pain through her chest, her legs...

The ceiling was odd, a sort of large circular window square in the middle of an ornate wooden roof overlaid with a set of intersecting, swishing lines. Reminded her almost of the Clock Tower in a dusty, antiquated architectural marvel sort of way...

"Hey Doc? Sleeping Beauty's awake. Maybe we should–"

She shot up, hand pushing out to shove whoever it was that'd been next to her off while her other went to her belt for her gun, her knife, anything she could use. Her hand met empty air and hollow holsters, though its twin found a perch on a toned torso, lean but built like a teenage girl's fantasy. It didn't give with her shove, jostled slightly but only from surprise, and it made her arm ache all the more.

She blinked. Blinked again much more slowly as it registered that she was seeing–of all the weird things she'd seen ever since she'd first set foot in the Spencer Mansion earlier this year–a young man in a red-and-blue costume with a wide-eyed mask and a series of black lines crisscrossing in the pattern of spider webbing all across the red sections of his outfit.

"The hell are you...where am I?" Jill asked sharply, scooting back more as she put some distance between herself. Her fists clenched. Just because she didn't have her gun on her didn't mean–

"Sanctum Sanctorum, hon," the strangely-dressed stranger said–he sounded young, probably around her age if anything–stepping back from the couch and flipping onto the wall as if deciding that gravity was more of a guideline than a concrete rule. "Chief shindig of all things strange, weird, and strangely weird on the planet and on this earth. Guessing from the stupor and the way you're staring at me like I just swallowed a fly whole, I'm guessing none of that rings a bell?"

Jill nodded slowly, her stomach about ready to commit gastric mutiny at the sight of the costumed man to the wall without any kind of climbing gloves or perchhold to grab onto and keep his weight steady. Was he like those Lickers that'd taken up residence in the Police Station? He didn't have any claws, and a B.O.W. wouldn't have been this chatty...

"How are you..you're not some kind of Umbrella experiment, right?"

"Uhhh...not particularly, I mean I don't have any room in the belt for them so I don't really make a habit of experimenting with them," the masked man said. "I'm guessing that's a good thing, considering where you looked to be from. You came in pretty banged up and worn more threadbare than a quarterback's gym sock..."

Then he surprised her even further by sticking out his hand, palm open in an offer to shake.

"Spider-Man, and no it's not a stage name for a low budget Sentai knockoff. You a cop? Figured I'd ask because of all the guns...and the badge...and the immediate distrust at my outfit."

Jill glanced down at the hand offered, then tentatively took it in her own. She wasn't a big fan of physical contact, but after the past few days of dodging bites and claws, a handshake with someone not trying to eat her face was a welcome break in that.

"Outfit's fine, just...not sure what to make of a guy in red spandex who can backflip on que and stick on walls," Jill admitted. "Officer Jill Valentine with the Raccoon City Police Department, S.T.A.R.S. Team Alpha. Not sure why a circus troupe is here in Raccoon City, but–"

"Hey I'm way too obnoxious to be part of a circus troupe," he exclaimed with a slight chuckle. "And you might want to sit down for this next bit, because...well...you're not exactly in Kansas anymore, Dorothy..."

A tired smile touched Jill's lips.

"I'm all for getting a break from Kansas for a bit," she said. "So why don't we start with where I am right now and how exactly I got out of Hell on Earth into a stately townhouse in the blink of an eye?"

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Well I couldn't stop myself just with that mini-booster, so here's a more fleshed out booster for everyone's favorite member of S.T.A.R.S. and the undisputed top heroine of survival-horror: Jill Valentine!

This mod is intended to be used with Outsider's original Jill Valentine mod and features some coding tweaks and models from A-Max's booster and weapon pack, as well as a plethora of other changes to her gameplay. (Requires Outsider's original mod to work): The Outsider's Crypt (MUA) - Page 32

-New Powers inspired by her arsenal and abilities from the classic Resident Evil trilogy and Marvel vs Capcom 2

-Aesthetic changes with new icons and effects.

-Changed animations for various powers.

-T-Virus Debuff actually turns enemies into zombies, swapping them out with an appropriately ghoulish zombie model. Maybe it was a bit hasty to use that vial as a get-out-of-jail-free card there, Jill...

-The previous gameplay tweaks from A-Max included with my earlier Mini-Booster of Jill (Samurai Edge animations, Missile Launcher animation changes, weapon models, etc.)

-Weapon, Power, and Misc. Sounds of Jill and her weapons from Resident Evil 1, Resident Evil 5, and Marvel vs Capcom 2!

Credits:

KyleCalibur15: S.T.A.R.S. Booster, New Coding, Icons,

Outsider: Original Jill Mod, Peggy Carter Mod used as base for Hunting Shotgun coding, Captain America Booster used as inspiration for Knife Counter and Charging S.T.AR.S. powers

A-Max: Original Jill Booster, Mannequin and Weapon Models

Professor Escanor: Zombie Wong model, drink animations

[KyleCalibur15]

Quick patch for Jonohood's excellent Dr. Strange Booster (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9BWLCOOwoc&t=161s) meant to fix his Time Manipulation power and allow it to function properly.
Install by: copy/pasting the data file in the main install to overwrite the previous Dr. Strange Powerstyle, please be sure to back up your files in advance just in case.

https://mega.nz/file/Wc0nWLCD#NZPHUUeH_0pP6iodBat5gqF9M5BJoeIMOZBkKvyFf10

[KyleCalibur15]

Here with my next Marvel voicepack: Richard Madden's performance as Ikaris from The Eternals movie to match the movie-accurate model used in his mod.

https://mega.nz/file/2AcwEZrQ#fwQIlYQQBT9YB4Ru4ecE0eRXbtcpiZXbLHYrDOoY-M0

[KyleCalibur15]

Kyle Katarn Mini-Booster

Biography:

Jan was never going to let him hear the end of this.

Kyle had taken the ship out without her for the first time in what felt like years, a small routine sweep near the Denab system. There'd been chatter coming from New Republic Intelligence of unlicensed freighter traffic in the area. He had a suspicion that the Imperial Remnant had a presence in that system, and he was right—if the carbon scoring on the stern of the Claw was any indication. The Raven's Claw didn't have a cloaking device, so when he came out of lightspeed in the system, it wasn't long before he'd picked up a small patrol of TIE Fighters sweeping in, three at most. That wasn't too much of an issue, even if he wasn't as good behind the cockpit of a ship as Luke Skywalker or Corran Horn were.

What broke his composure was when space itself seemed to erupt. A starburst of gyrating purple light shook the void surrounding the planet. His console blared with warnings of massive spatial disturbances. His instruments went haywire, and he couldn't get a reading beyond what his eyes could tell him.

Now he'd heard reports from Luke about what had happened during Palpatine's return a few years back while he was with Mara refining their Jedi training and had his own brush with the Dark Side. While Mara was skeptical about the report of Palpatine's return—she was skeptical about a lot of things pertaining the Empire and the various secret projects she wasn't privy to as Palpatine's private killer—he wasn't so quick to dismiss them as she was. He'd been to the Dark Side, seen just how deep the Empire could stoop in it for their research. So when Luke told him that Palpatine came back through clones and had grown so powerful that he could create storms that ripped apart ships like pieces of paper and almost scorched planets clean of life, he took it at face value.

This though, this felt different than what Luke had described. It wasn't so much a storm per say and more of a breach, as if someone had gone to town on it with a fusion torch and burned away parts of it, leaving behind lines of crackling, scorching heat that extended from a glowing point in its center. Streaks of energy as large as the massive fleet-destroying capital ships the old Empire had at their disposal flared out like the corona of a massive star.

Suddenly, the situation took a dramatic turn for the worse when one of the pursuing TIE Fighters veered directly into Kyle's wing, sending both craft hurtling into the heart of the enigmatic vortex. The TIE vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed, reduced to atomic particles. Kyle's ship, the Raven's Claw, was caught in the swirling maelstrom of energy, and he felt himself being torn apart by forces beyond his comprehension. His last thoughts were of Jan...

She was really going to have it out for him for scuffing up the ship this badly.
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The stench of smoke was what roused Kyle from unconsciousness. His lungs ached and his temples throbbed like he had spent a bit too much time at the cantina, but he wasn't dead. The ship though definitely felt much worse than he did.

The front viewport was cracked—but he was still breathing—so that meant that wherever he was had a breathable atmosphere. He flicked a few dials on the top console above his head to try and get the lights back on. The cockpit remained dark. Kyle tried again with the front console, seeing if he could get diagnostics at least. Still nothing.

There was a tapping though, a large repetitive clanging noise coming from the underbelly of the ship.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Kyle said, reaching underneath his seat and grabbing his Bryar Pistol and sliding it into his hip holster. On his other hip, Kyle clipped his lightsaber to his belt. He didn't want to keep his visitors waiting—blast marks were hell to get out of the ship's hull, and he didn't want them to break out demolition charges to try and force their way onto the ship. When he got closer to the docking ramp, Kyle could hear voices—though they were too muted to be heard clearly.

"Hello?" He called out. "I'm going to lower the ramp now, try not to blast me on the way out—alright?"

The clanging from below ceased, replaced by a tense silence that sent shivers down Kyle's spine. He had no idea where he was or who these potential adversaries might be, but he was prepared for the worst. With cautious precision, he activated the controls to lower the ship's ramp, wincing at the groaning sound it made. Slowly, he stepped down the ramp.Shielding his eyes from the glare, Kyle waited for his eyes to adjust to the glare. When his vision cleared, Kyle saw that he was in a massive hanger bay. The design was too sleek to be Imperial. The faces of the guards at the bottom of the ramp much too stern and hostile to be Alliance. They were unlike any beings Kyle had encountered in his own galaxy. Tall and regal, their armor bore a distinctive birdlike design, with crests that hinted at a martial background.

The leader of the group stepped forward, her eyes cold and unyielding. She spoke in a language that Kyle couldn't understand, but her intent was clear—she saw him as an intruder and a threat.

"I don't suppose you speak Basic?" Kyle quipped, his hand hovering over his lightsaber, ready to ignite it at a moment's notice.

The guard leader raised her weapon, a blaster-like device with an otherworldly design. It crackled with energy, and she aimed it squarely at Kyle. The message was clear; there would be no negotiation.

The woman fired. Kyle drew his blade in one swift motion, catching the blast lengthwise and rebounding it back at its sender, burning a thumb-sized hole through her midsection. The other guards drew their weapons in turn, and Kyle raised his lightsaber to meet their shots as they came in droves.

"Alright then, aggressive negotiations it is."
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Quick little booster I cooked up for everyone's favorite scoundrel Jedi, made in the fashion of my previous Luke Skywalker and Boba Fett sound/effects boosters.

-Rebalanced his Strong Style boost to not insta-kill enemies even at level 1

-Clash sounds from the Original Trilogy

-Blaster and Force sounds from Jedi Outcast

-Reworked and recolored blaster effects from my previous Boba Fett boosters

-Yellow lightsaber to match his blade effects

Download: https://mega.nz/file/WclEhCoK#Z7WVcb108Z631iG5ZMmdXvrjgr_d4PsaD7iAsONyyx0

Requires original mod to work: https://gamebanana.com/mods/589374

Credits:

Ceamonks--Original Mod

Waggens7uP--Yellow lightsaber model

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Harry Potter: The Boy Who Lived Booster


Bio:

Harry Potter was no stranger to weirdness in his life. Ever since he could walk, Harry had found oddness and bizarre circumstances to be frequent travel mates of his. But being told by another wizard–one with a red cape that moved on its own mind you–that not only was he not in the United Kingdom anymore, but that he was on another plane of reality was...well...

"This is completely mental," Harry said, running a hand through his messy black locks as he digested what the older man had said. "Completely and utterly mental...you understand, right?"

He'd been hunting for Horcruxes with his closest friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Harry Potter had only just recovered the Sword of Gryffindor from the bowels of one of the Forest of Dean's frozen lakes with Ron's help when the Snatchers–cutthroat gangs of wizards looking to corral and round up those not of a pureblood ancestry to earn the favor of Voldemort and his followers—had found them. Wood exploded into showers of splinters and pine from where stray spells had missed their marks and struck the trees. Flames lapped at the earth. Multicolored embers from curses and hexes flew like lightning, and Harry was exceedingly thankful that dodging and reacting right before something happened was practically the hallmark of a good Seeker.


They ran, but they knew they wouldn't get very far. It was always risky trying to rush an Apparation, but considering their options...

Grabbing hold of Ron and Hermione before either could protest, Harry had focused on the first destination that came to mind and felt that familiar rush of displacement. It wasn't the hook in the navel feeling of a Portkey, but it wasn't entirely pleasant either. In fact, there was something fundamentally wrong with it this time. Was it one of the Snatchers? Had one of the stragglers grabbed hold before they could get away?

When the world came back into focus after what had only been a few seconds rather than the agonized minutes that it had felt to him in that moment, Harry was shocked to find that this was the wrong city. He'd thought of the place where he'd met Dumbledore before the start of the last school year. But the buildings were all wrong, and the voices on the street sounded textbook Yank.

But there was no sign of Hermione or Ron.

It didn't take long until his presence had gotten someone's notice. Another wizard, but one so wildly different from the ones that Harry knew and with a cloak that was capable of moving on its own without any sign of a Transfiguration spell being cast. It was something he was going to have to ask about later.

Harry brought his hand underneath his glasses and rubbed at his eyes.

"So another...timeline, like using a wonky time-turner...but one that's filled with...with...blokes in costume who can swing on webs and turn into green trolls when angry?"

"That's the long and short of it, but I'll be sure not to let Dr. Banner know that his aesthetic isn't up to snuff with the youth," the man—this Doctor Strange—said before continuing "Harry, I believe that you being here is another symptom of an even greater issue. You're not the first person from another reality to find themselves on this Earth in recent days...and if what you told me is true, then your friends are somewhere in this universe as well."

Strange considered his words carefully before continuing.

"There is a team of other individuals I will be housing, they will arrive tomorrow and are looking to combat a group of our foes who've recently banded together under the leadership of Victor Von Doom, a sorcerer and scientist whose skills in the Mystic Arts run on par with my own. From what I've heard, his plan was said to have the potential to "shake the heavens," though I don't know what that means yet. I can't help but think that it is the reason you're here, though why? Your skills in your own world's forms of magic would be of great help to us, if you're willing."

He held up a hand before Harry could finish opening his mouth to speak, as if sensing the remark he'd make. He needed to get back to his world, to find Ron and Hermione and destroy the rest of the Horcruxes. "You help us defeat these Masters of Evil and I along with a few of my other colleagues that are attuned to the mysticism of this world will not only help you find your missing friends, but will come with you and help you along with finding these objects you're looking for. You have my word on that. If what I fear is true, then there won't be a home for you to save if Doom's plan comes to fruition."


Harry bit his tongue, stifling the retort that came to mind. The Horcruxes were important, but they were literally worlds away from here, and if Ron and Hermione were stranded here as well...

"And my friends, can you help me find them? Said we were in a rough spot earlier..."

Strange smiled.

"Of course. In fact, the help of a colleague might be useful now. With Cerebro's help, Professor Xavier could help with the search faster than any spell I can conjure."

Harry didn't know what a Cererbo was, but he nodded. It was a start, he supposed.

"Right, well I suppose I'll just have to meet your team then, won't I?"

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Here with my latest booster release: The Boy Who Lived booster for Ceamonks' Harry Potter Mod! Taking a great deal of inspiration from the movies, this booster intends to flesh out his existing moveset with more powers, new icons from Hogwarts Mystery and Pottermore, as well as reworked coding and new sounds to capture the breadth and feel of Harry's magic in the series, as well as the iconic music from the many composers who gave life to the soundtrack of the films!

Download Link: https://mega.nz/file/2Q03xaoL#N__Sy6vcPz29a9Im27g3fp9MT8Vik9qtzZW4VLHMZNE

Requires the original mod to be installed first: https://gamebanana.com/mods/571648

 

Credits:

ElderSkrull: Accio Coding from Star Wars Boosters

Ceamonks: Original Mod assets (classic and normal Harry Potter), as well as Indiana Jones, Doctor Who and Boba Fett assets

[KyleCalibur15]

Here with another booster for the most prolific secret agent in literature and cinema: James Bond!

Featuring animation and coding changes as well as additional sounds and songs from 007's storied history in film and video gaming, this booster aims to capture the feel of MI6's greatest adventures as he goes on to help in the fight against Doom's Masters of Evil!

Intended to be used with Outsider's James Bond mod: https://marvelmods.com/forum/index.php/topic,8753.msg201390.html#msg201390


Credits:

Outsider: Original mod and assets

MarcyMidnight: Daniel Craig and Sean Connery models

TubularSpaceman: James Bond Theme from Nightfire and Agent Under Fire porting