Raja, crowned Shadow King, seized the reins of the Shadow Resistance with the gusto of a kid in a candy store, reorganizing soldiers and tech like a master strategist playing 4D chess.
He souped up the White Queen's AI, transforming her into the Night Queen, a digital goddess who could hack Umbrella's satellites in seconds, turning their own tech against them.
Raja personally trained the 30 Alice clones, molding them into combat machines with infiltration tactics, their sparring sessions a blur of fists, katanas, and sass.
After six months of prep, he set his sights on Umbrella's Japan HQ, where Wesker ruled like a Bond villain.
MAYA: "Master, you're about to turn Tokyo into your personal playground!"
On a chilling Tokyo night, Umbrella's snipers guarded the underground HQ's entrance, perched in high-rise nests, picking off stray zombies for kicks. "Got another headshot!" one crowed, before—thwip—they dropped one by one, silenced by unseen blades.
The security chief, sweating bullets, burst into Wesker's office, where the villain stood, inspecting monitors like a true megalomaniac. "Sir, our snipers haven't responded for half an hour!" the chief stammered.
Wesker's eyes narrowed. "You're telling me now?"
A security operator chimed in, voice trembling, "Sir, unauthorized entry at the lift—assailants incoming!"
Wesker barked, "Spray bullets at whatever steps out. Go!" The chief saluted, sprinting off.
The lift descended, 20 Umbrella soldiers aiming assault rifles, sweat beading, ready to shred anything that emerged.
The doors slid open, revealing a 20-year-old Indian kid—Raja, in full Matrix Neo mode, black coat, shades, hands behind his back. Behind him, five Alice clones in spandex black, armed with ninja swords, assault rifles, and Desert Eagles, exuded lethal vibes.
The soldiers froze, then unleashed a storm of bullets.
Raja didn't flinch, raising his right hand. Every bullet stopped midair, suspended by Telekinesis.
Footage of Raja's hand gesture halting lead spread through the base, jaws hitting the floor. When the firing ceased, soldiers gaped, shell-shocked.
Raja dropped his hand, bullets clattering, and signaled the clones.
They drew katanas in sync, charging with superhuman speed, cutting down soldiers in a blink, blood spraying like a Tarantino flick.
Raja strolled forward, hands behind his back, a villainous slow-motion strut, as all 30 Alice clones—trained for six months under his brutal regimen and Elysium's VR simulators—sliced, shot, and obliterated Umbrella's elite like they were swatting flies.
"Ladies," Raja called, voice calm, "I want this base as my own—minimal damage, swift strikes, every bullet counts. No Telekinesis attacks, got it?"
The clones, in unison, replied, "Yes, Chief! We'll deliver a clean base. Servers are hacked, devices planted."
The Night Queen's voice purred from Raja's Chaos Watch, now a sleek wrist fortress. "Chief, I've seized the base—full control. Do you want me to Lock personnel and gas them?"
Raja smirked. "Nah, let Wesker think he's still the big dog. Secret mission status?" A clone nodded. "Done."
The clones moved like RoboCops on rocket fuel, headshotting and beheading soldiers with surgical precision, bodies piling up in a clean massacre.
Wesker, watching the carnage on monitors, ordered a poison gas attack, but the operator stammered, "Sir, systems are jammed!" Realizing the base was lost, Wesker bolted for the helipad.
A clone, shadowing him, whispered to Raja, "Wesker's fleeing."
Raja, smirking, replied, "Let him run—I need him alive to sniff out his other sites. You do the thing?" She nodded, "Yes."
Wesker boarded a chopper, activating the base's purge protocol—a 10-second countdown to self-destruct.
As it hit zero, the Night Queen's face appeared on his screen. "Hello, Wesker, you're gonna die." Wesker's eyes widened, spotting a bomb with Raja's smiling face, ticking down from five. Boom! The chopper exploded over a mountain, fire lighting the night.
Raja, watching the blaze, called OG Alice on his watch. "Hundred bucks says Wesker survived. Bet?" Alice, aboard a stolen U.S.
aircraft carrier—secretly nabbed by Raja using NS-5 robots, repaired in six months, and passed off with a BS story about finding it in a bunker—laughed, "You're on."
The Queens saw through the lie, but the resistance bought it.
Ashley and Nikolai, rescued by the Queens, joined the team, Ashley now the chief viral expert.
Raja declared Japan their main base, vowing to rebuild it as a permanent stronghold. Alice clones and NS-5 robots swept Tokyo, clearing infected in six months, their efficiency terrifying.
Raja made Japan habitable, launching stealth ops to hunt global survivors, resettling them in Tokyo under the Night Queen's watchful AI, which blinded Umbrella's surveillance.
Resources poured in, undetected. Wesker's body was never found—Alice and the Queens thought him dead, but Raja knew better. "Cockroach like him? He's out there."
One day, the Night Queen pinged Raja. "Arcadia in Alaska is broadcasting for survivors."
Raja's grin turned downright evil. "Finally found you, Wesker."
To Be Continued…