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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Despite its massive flaws, my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is still one of the longest ongoing RPs in RPGuild - It turns 4 years old in July and the current thread itself is more than a year old.
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A collaboration between @Letter Bee and @CaptainBritton
Surface of Kintan
1400 hrs, Unknown Date, 4 ABY
Preliminary scans of the surface of Kintan revealed the consolidation of forces was formed in and nearby the once-abandoned fortress of Kh'aris, with an excess of 3,000 troops plus armored augment, not able to be completely revealed from orbit. Though, it was evident the Hutt forces were preparing for a siege in the fortress.
The fortress itself, built prior to 30 BBY, was used by Dooku and Separatist forces before being abandoned in late 30 BBY. Kalo Zysh and his troops occupied the fortress as their headquarters upon Zysh's appointment of governorship. Standing atop an arch bridging two mountains, the only ways in and out are the two gates on either side of the arch, or by air.
Leonard's orders from his shuttle were: "Deploy the bulk of our forces by the gates; but our best - the mercenaries, Droidekas, and the tanks - are to be deployed by air. It is time to engage."
He then drew his spice injector, and said, "I will be operating at reduced intellect once I use this to increase my fighting skills. Raj, you be the leader then; keep me safe if you want your paycheck."
A smile at his other companion. "Ken, it would be good to fight beside you."
Ken's response was a nod as the shuttle began its attempt to land on top of the arch, escorted by still more droid starfighters who were taking fire from the fortress.. "For the efforts with liberation of Kintan and the freedom of the slaves there, I am grateful."
Then all talk ceased as the final phase of the liberation began.
And grounded there, with unoperational legs, being more of a gunnery platform lying on the ground, was a stripped-for-parts AT-ACT, with weapons systems intact and built into some sort of flak tower, being stripped of most cabin plating with quad laser batteries dotted across the hull, creating a massive crossfire of green and red lasers, with the primary heavy laser batteries on the still mobile head giving a large-spread flak sweep.
Troops scattered around the fortress itself, manning the walls and putting out an impressive array of fire at the assaulting forces.
"Keep on holding!" Leonard screamed in defiance as the Hyena-class droid bombers took fire for the landing craft; with the survivors landing on the fortress grounds and shifting into walker forms. His L/AAT, already smoking from holes blasted into its armor, safely made its way onto the fortress walls as well, opening its doors so that Leonard, now carrying his energy shield and cortosis vibroblade, Ken, who now had his shield belt and swords activated, and Raj, who was carrying an assault rifle, can attack the defenders with their Droidekas in tow!
Nikto supplemented by their pirate commanders manned the fortifications, wielding a wide array of weapons procured from the Hutts. A280s, E11s, and other weapons threw blasts forth against the oncoming horde, both on the arches and on the fortifications themselves. As Leonard and his entourage arrived, they were met by multiple of these Nikto, prepared for close-in combat and hand-to-hand. A squad of seven met them, attempting to encircle them as their transport left.
Leonard sped towards the centre of the squad, the speed of his reflexes giving away the fact that he had already injected himself with spice. Ken took on two other Nikto, vibroblades on each hand. Raj, meanwhile, shot a wrist-mounted taser at one Nikto, blasted another with a pistol, and charged yet another as he turned on his jetpack to increase the speed of his tackle. As for their Droideka Mk. IIs, they were already laying down a counter-wall of fire...
The Nikto fell all around, the conscripts meant to face other crime lords, not a droid army. The best of the squad to hold up was the commander of it, a Twi'Lek in spacer's rags, wielding a sword and DL-44, prepared to meet Raj's charge, jumping in front of Raj's initial target and taking a broad swing.
Raj ducked underneath the Twi'lek's guard, and moved to punch at the captain's chin with an uppercut, even as Leonard and Ken were taking out the other mercenaries...
The Twi'lek recoiled, attempting a thrust at Raj's center mass, with his off hand bringing his DL-44 to bear. The Nikto around crumbled easily. The whole fortification seemed to shake as the Nikto either jumped off the wall or died. And it was an easy choice, though most died, crushed as a mass due to the fall.
But Raj was already drawing a vibroknife of Mandalorian armor to parry the sword, even as his other hand shot the wrist-mounted taser that was going to be used for the initial target. Leonard and Ken were now pushing further into the conscripts, with the former's faculties being dulled.
And the fortification continued to shake, long after it began its abandonment, even after the retreat had ceased. Dust flooded the ground, and the wall began to crumble. Charges were bringing the wall down, and were hoping to take the invaders already on the wall with it.
Raj, once the Twi'lek was brought down, would give the signal for a quick evacuation, then rush towards Leonard and gesture to Ken to help him get their leader back to the shuttles. They would then do so, hoping to save the tanks they used as well!
The walls crumbled around them, sewing confusion, as the combined Hutt forces retreated within the central keep of the fortress, and fired out of battlements both atop and within the keep, creating a 360 degree base of fire.
The next order from Raj would be: "Once the rubble has settled, send out three of the assault tanks - assuming we saved the tanks - to bombard the central keep's gates; said tanks have an energy shield, so they should be safe from counterattack for a few crucial minutes. The forces we sent to attack the gates should also have broken in by now."
He then turned to Ken. "You did well, Believer."
As enemies surrounded the keep, the fire from within intensified, until tank fire collided with the keep gate, turning it to ash and revealing a wave of fire pouring out against the attackers from within.
Raj kept his cool. "Another wave of Droidekas are to be sent to engage the gate's defenders at almost point-blank range! Also, send in our strongest mercenaries once the droids have punched an opening; Wookiees with bowcasters, Bothans, and even Gungans and Quarren and those 'Shark Aliens'. Humans follow after. Go, go, go!"
The fire summarily ceased as the Droidekas rolled in, the blaster fire contained within the keep for what seemed like hours, but only minutes, very tense minutes passed, and all fire ceased. The entire fortress was taken in just fifteen minutes. And dragged from the rubble of the firefight, the Togruta, Kalo Zysh, hands held high and a grimace on his face. It was either be executed by Hutts, or submit as a prisoner.
Leonard, recovering his faculties from the Spice he had taken, went to Kalo, and spoke: "Kintan is free and even if I let you go, the Hutts will just execute you as a failure. But join me and you can live your remaining days in luxury, swimming in credits."
Kalo dropped to his knees, seeing the small state he'd built set on fire, and remained silent for a solid minute, staying there. "You destroyed my home.." He managed to mutter. As distraught as he was over the whole dishonor at the defeat, he'd built more than a state, he'd built a home for himself. "I- I will join you. I just, wish to leave this place. These people- Thousands lie dead here." He becomes choked up, allowing to be ferried away. Kintan belonged to Leonard.
The banker-industrialist, now a warlord, nodded in agreement. He would then make his way to the comms suite and announce that the Nikto were free from their chains...
Surface of Kintan
1400 hrs, Unknown Date, 4 ABY
Preliminary scans of the surface of Kintan revealed the consolidation of forces was formed in and nearby the once-abandoned fortress of Kh'aris, with an excess of 3,000 troops plus armored augment, not able to be completely revealed from orbit. Though, it was evident the Hutt forces were preparing for a siege in the fortress.
The fortress itself, built prior to 30 BBY, was used by Dooku and Separatist forces before being abandoned in late 30 BBY. Kalo Zysh and his troops occupied the fortress as their headquarters upon Zysh's appointment of governorship. Standing atop an arch bridging two mountains, the only ways in and out are the two gates on either side of the arch, or by air.
Leonard's orders from his shuttle were: "Deploy the bulk of our forces by the gates; but our best - the mercenaries, Droidekas, and the tanks - are to be deployed by air. It is time to engage."
He then drew his spice injector, and said, "I will be operating at reduced intellect once I use this to increase my fighting skills. Raj, you be the leader then; keep me safe if you want your paycheck."
A smile at his other companion. "Ken, it would be good to fight beside you."
Ken's response was a nod as the shuttle began its attempt to land on top of the arch, escorted by still more droid starfighters who were taking fire from the fortress.. "For the efforts with liberation of Kintan and the freedom of the slaves there, I am grateful."
Then all talk ceased as the final phase of the liberation began.
And grounded there, with unoperational legs, being more of a gunnery platform lying on the ground, was a stripped-for-parts AT-ACT, with weapons systems intact and built into some sort of flak tower, being stripped of most cabin plating with quad laser batteries dotted across the hull, creating a massive crossfire of green and red lasers, with the primary heavy laser batteries on the still mobile head giving a large-spread flak sweep.
Troops scattered around the fortress itself, manning the walls and putting out an impressive array of fire at the assaulting forces.
"Keep on holding!" Leonard screamed in defiance as the Hyena-class droid bombers took fire for the landing craft; with the survivors landing on the fortress grounds and shifting into walker forms. His L/AAT, already smoking from holes blasted into its armor, safely made its way onto the fortress walls as well, opening its doors so that Leonard, now carrying his energy shield and cortosis vibroblade, Ken, who now had his shield belt and swords activated, and Raj, who was carrying an assault rifle, can attack the defenders with their Droidekas in tow!
Nikto supplemented by their pirate commanders manned the fortifications, wielding a wide array of weapons procured from the Hutts. A280s, E11s, and other weapons threw blasts forth against the oncoming horde, both on the arches and on the fortifications themselves. As Leonard and his entourage arrived, they were met by multiple of these Nikto, prepared for close-in combat and hand-to-hand. A squad of seven met them, attempting to encircle them as their transport left.
Leonard sped towards the centre of the squad, the speed of his reflexes giving away the fact that he had already injected himself with spice. Ken took on two other Nikto, vibroblades on each hand. Raj, meanwhile, shot a wrist-mounted taser at one Nikto, blasted another with a pistol, and charged yet another as he turned on his jetpack to increase the speed of his tackle. As for their Droideka Mk. IIs, they were already laying down a counter-wall of fire...
The Nikto fell all around, the conscripts meant to face other crime lords, not a droid army. The best of the squad to hold up was the commander of it, a Twi'Lek in spacer's rags, wielding a sword and DL-44, prepared to meet Raj's charge, jumping in front of Raj's initial target and taking a broad swing.
Raj ducked underneath the Twi'lek's guard, and moved to punch at the captain's chin with an uppercut, even as Leonard and Ken were taking out the other mercenaries...
The Twi'lek recoiled, attempting a thrust at Raj's center mass, with his off hand bringing his DL-44 to bear. The Nikto around crumbled easily. The whole fortification seemed to shake as the Nikto either jumped off the wall or died. And it was an easy choice, though most died, crushed as a mass due to the fall.
But Raj was already drawing a vibroknife of Mandalorian armor to parry the sword, even as his other hand shot the wrist-mounted taser that was going to be used for the initial target. Leonard and Ken were now pushing further into the conscripts, with the former's faculties being dulled.
And the fortification continued to shake, long after it began its abandonment, even after the retreat had ceased. Dust flooded the ground, and the wall began to crumble. Charges were bringing the wall down, and were hoping to take the invaders already on the wall with it.
Raj, once the Twi'lek was brought down, would give the signal for a quick evacuation, then rush towards Leonard and gesture to Ken to help him get their leader back to the shuttles. They would then do so, hoping to save the tanks they used as well!
The walls crumbled around them, sewing confusion, as the combined Hutt forces retreated within the central keep of the fortress, and fired out of battlements both atop and within the keep, creating a 360 degree base of fire.
The next order from Raj would be: "Once the rubble has settled, send out three of the assault tanks - assuming we saved the tanks - to bombard the central keep's gates; said tanks have an energy shield, so they should be safe from counterattack for a few crucial minutes. The forces we sent to attack the gates should also have broken in by now."
He then turned to Ken. "You did well, Believer."
As enemies surrounded the keep, the fire from within intensified, until tank fire collided with the keep gate, turning it to ash and revealing a wave of fire pouring out against the attackers from within.
Raj kept his cool. "Another wave of Droidekas are to be sent to engage the gate's defenders at almost point-blank range! Also, send in our strongest mercenaries once the droids have punched an opening; Wookiees with bowcasters, Bothans, and even Gungans and Quarren and those 'Shark Aliens'. Humans follow after. Go, go, go!"
The fire summarily ceased as the Droidekas rolled in, the blaster fire contained within the keep for what seemed like hours, but only minutes, very tense minutes passed, and all fire ceased. The entire fortress was taken in just fifteen minutes. And dragged from the rubble of the firefight, the Togruta, Kalo Zysh, hands held high and a grimace on his face. It was either be executed by Hutts, or submit as a prisoner.
Leonard, recovering his faculties from the Spice he had taken, went to Kalo, and spoke: "Kintan is free and even if I let you go, the Hutts will just execute you as a failure. But join me and you can live your remaining days in luxury, swimming in credits."
Kalo dropped to his knees, seeing the small state he'd built set on fire, and remained silent for a solid minute, staying there. "You destroyed my home.." He managed to mutter. As distraught as he was over the whole dishonor at the defeat, he'd built more than a state, he'd built a home for himself. "I- I will join you. I just, wish to leave this place. These people- Thousands lie dead here." He becomes choked up, allowing to be ferried away. Kintan belonged to Leonard.
The banker-industrialist, now a warlord, nodded in agreement. He would then make his way to the comms suite and announce that the Nikto were free from their chains...
Note: To properly start the First Arc; I will need someone else other than me who knows the Persona series to serve as Co-GM!
@Letter Bee
The issue is that the Vanguard has only existed for just under two years, 90% of that time it has been in a hibernative state as to recuperate and remain undetected. The reason it’s history is shallow as an individual creature because it likes a physical history. The main idea was for the Vanguard to progress its story through the role-play itself.
All right, that works.
@Legion-114, Bio is too short.
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Forum: Nation Roleplay
((Collab Post between Letter Bee and Vilageidiotx))
Lucrecia Calimlim smiled as she got her way. Apparently, Ethiopia thought nothing of the idea that the Philippines would just use her fulfilled requests to imitate Ethiopia's unique products, including Coffee. Coffee from the original source of the plant; it was going to make the Philippines rich and cut into that Desta's profits! Did she just notice the Minister of the Pen being silently furious as she did the equivalent of politely asking: 'Can I cut into your profit margins?'
Well, nevermind. Time to go back to her car and once inside, change into a more conservative long dress of opaque cotton fibre, as well as tie up her long hair into a decent bun. She would then ask her chauffeur to drive her to the Bahr Negus' office in Addis Abbaba; time to conciliate the person giving the Philippines a battleship against his will.
As the car drove to the small, Italian-style manse protected by grey-clad naval personnel, Lucrecia began to clear her head of all thought. She knew she had to convince the Bahr Negus to be friendlier to the Philippines, and to do that, she would have to appeal to his recently-stoked Anti-Desta sympathies. Not that she minded pissing off that snake...
News of the Bahr Negus's recent arrival in the capital had sparked her interest. The Naval leader was a governor as well, given authority over four cities: Assab, Massawa, Djibouti, and Mogadishu. The first two were small port towns, but Djibouti and Mogadishu were thriving cities, the pearls of East Africa, and control over them made the office of Bahr Negus a formidable one. Hamere Noh Dagna was an infamously prickly man, but his importance made suffering his personality worth the effort.
The Admiralty Building had once been a house, this was apparent in its layout, but it was converted to allow a small number of offices. The front room had a sofa, a few decorated wooden chairs, and a handful of paintings; two in the Ethiopian style, and a third that was a plain European style painting of a dreadnought at sea. Lucrecia didn't have to wait. She was ushered into the Bahr Negus's office. He was an ugly man with a pinched face. He greeted her coldly.
"So. It's your people who are absconding with one of my ships."
Lucrecia nodded. "Yes. While we won't lie; we need ships, we would have preferred it if the battleship was freely given instead of wrenched from your hand by someone who cares only for his coffers. So I came here on my own initiative to see if anything can be done to mend relations; far better a Bahr Negus who is open with his loyalties and resentments than a slippery Minister of the Pen."
She pursed her lips. "Especially a Minister of the Pen whose products push out my own nation's. Thankfully, he has no legal recourse to prevent me from acquiring his cherished coffee beans and cuttings and marrying them to the Philippines' own plants, allowing us to sell the same products he does to the American market. Not that it would push him out of the business entirely, but the competition should sting a little bit. Point is, despite your resentment for us due to the forced gift of a ship, we have the same snake to deal with - Desta."
The old bulldog laughed. "I would call that treachery. But the Minister of the Pen has not been my friend, so I will not be his. We'll keep what you said between us, eh? Want some coffee?"
A smile from Lucrecia. "I would be honored to have some in your presence."
Hamere Noh rose like a mountain shaking of its roots and went do the door, opening it a crack. "Coffee!" he shouted, shutting the door and going back to his seat. "You seem to have a vendetta against our Minister of the Pen. Why's that?"
Lucrecia explained as concisely as he could, "Because he lacks loyalty to anyone but himself. I won't lie; I am a woman and that has been a source of suspicion since Eve. But if I am like Eve, Desta fits the role of The Serpent. Our country has many enemies and many weaknesses, but it tries to make something of itself anyway. And for that, we need serious allies who would not melt away when the sun grows too hot. A person who helps us only because of greed and convinience is not the friend my nation needs."
They coffee came in two small cups and was served black. Hamere Noh took a sip. "You wish to reform the world, Ms Lucrecia?"
A warm chuckle as Lucrecia sipped her coffee. "Please, the world is too big to reform, even for one modern-day Eve. But to make a small slice of it better and defend it like a shieldbearer, that's what we want. And my country, it is crawling up from the muck and onto a worthy place in the world ladder." She purses her lips. "Much like yours, by the way, and I mean that as a compliment. And I think that we can both help each other."
A question. "Most of Ethiopia's foriegn trade - both imports and exports - come through your territory, right?"
"Yes."
Lucrecia answered, "Well, the Philippines has just approved a bill establishing 'Special Economic Zones' where trade is more...free. Some are concerned that this would give too much 'privilege' to the cities, but our redistributive mechanisms ought to make up for that for a generation or two. But enough tangents; name something that your four cities produce, and I can promote its importation into the Philippines. Name a good that your cities need that the Philippines has in abundance - we produce fish, dried fish, dried tropical fruits, coconut oil, coconut milk, coconut and pineapple fibre, and a lot of alcoholic products - and we will export it at below-market rates. Your prosperity is Desta's jealousy, and also, in time, our prosperity."
Hamere Noh laughed a big bullish laugh. "You're a merchant? I thought Communists don't like that. Here is the thing; probably the biggest export out of Djibouti is coffee. Desta's coffee. I get enough of a cut from revenues to live well, but I am no merchant. I'm a soldier. I don't want pineapple fibres. I was boats, and good men to man them. If your people want to sell things in my ports, I'll welcome the customs duties. If they don't, well, they don't. But I'm not Desta. I'm not interested in what floats in and out of... what is the port of the Philippines, something Spanish probably? The only thing floating into your harbor that I've ever cared about is gonna be that ship. That's why I'm here. I don't want to see it go."
Lucrecia nodded, "Priscilline Conclliarist, actually; we're much more lenient." A sigh. "I do not wish to alienate someone more dependable in his own way than Desta is. But my country is under an invasion threat right now. Your ship gives us a fighting chance of victory when before, our best hope was to hit-and-run and hide from the shadows. So in the absence of any way to make good the debt...all I have are sentiments and empty words."
Disappointment was evident in her voice.
"There is not much I can do for you" he said, "But we aren't enemies. Your feelings about our Minister of the Pen has made my day."
Lucrecia then finished her coffee and got up. "Thank you. Your non-enmity is all I can ask for."
A deep bow of respect before she turned to leave.
Lucrecia Calimlim smiled as she got her way. Apparently, Ethiopia thought nothing of the idea that the Philippines would just use her fulfilled requests to imitate Ethiopia's unique products, including Coffee. Coffee from the original source of the plant; it was going to make the Philippines rich and cut into that Desta's profits! Did she just notice the Minister of the Pen being silently furious as she did the equivalent of politely asking: 'Can I cut into your profit margins?'
Well, nevermind. Time to go back to her car and once inside, change into a more conservative long dress of opaque cotton fibre, as well as tie up her long hair into a decent bun. She would then ask her chauffeur to drive her to the Bahr Negus' office in Addis Abbaba; time to conciliate the person giving the Philippines a battleship against his will.
As the car drove to the small, Italian-style manse protected by grey-clad naval personnel, Lucrecia began to clear her head of all thought. She knew she had to convince the Bahr Negus to be friendlier to the Philippines, and to do that, she would have to appeal to his recently-stoked Anti-Desta sympathies. Not that she minded pissing off that snake...
News of the Bahr Negus's recent arrival in the capital had sparked her interest. The Naval leader was a governor as well, given authority over four cities: Assab, Massawa, Djibouti, and Mogadishu. The first two were small port towns, but Djibouti and Mogadishu were thriving cities, the pearls of East Africa, and control over them made the office of Bahr Negus a formidable one. Hamere Noh Dagna was an infamously prickly man, but his importance made suffering his personality worth the effort.
The Admiralty Building had once been a house, this was apparent in its layout, but it was converted to allow a small number of offices. The front room had a sofa, a few decorated wooden chairs, and a handful of paintings; two in the Ethiopian style, and a third that was a plain European style painting of a dreadnought at sea. Lucrecia didn't have to wait. She was ushered into the Bahr Negus's office. He was an ugly man with a pinched face. He greeted her coldly.
"So. It's your people who are absconding with one of my ships."
Lucrecia nodded. "Yes. While we won't lie; we need ships, we would have preferred it if the battleship was freely given instead of wrenched from your hand by someone who cares only for his coffers. So I came here on my own initiative to see if anything can be done to mend relations; far better a Bahr Negus who is open with his loyalties and resentments than a slippery Minister of the Pen."
She pursed her lips. "Especially a Minister of the Pen whose products push out my own nation's. Thankfully, he has no legal recourse to prevent me from acquiring his cherished coffee beans and cuttings and marrying them to the Philippines' own plants, allowing us to sell the same products he does to the American market. Not that it would push him out of the business entirely, but the competition should sting a little bit. Point is, despite your resentment for us due to the forced gift of a ship, we have the same snake to deal with - Desta."
The old bulldog laughed. "I would call that treachery. But the Minister of the Pen has not been my friend, so I will not be his. We'll keep what you said between us, eh? Want some coffee?"
A smile from Lucrecia. "I would be honored to have some in your presence."
Hamere Noh rose like a mountain shaking of its roots and went do the door, opening it a crack. "Coffee!" he shouted, shutting the door and going back to his seat. "You seem to have a vendetta against our Minister of the Pen. Why's that?"
Lucrecia explained as concisely as he could, "Because he lacks loyalty to anyone but himself. I won't lie; I am a woman and that has been a source of suspicion since Eve. But if I am like Eve, Desta fits the role of The Serpent. Our country has many enemies and many weaknesses, but it tries to make something of itself anyway. And for that, we need serious allies who would not melt away when the sun grows too hot. A person who helps us only because of greed and convinience is not the friend my nation needs."
They coffee came in two small cups and was served black. Hamere Noh took a sip. "You wish to reform the world, Ms Lucrecia?"
A warm chuckle as Lucrecia sipped her coffee. "Please, the world is too big to reform, even for one modern-day Eve. But to make a small slice of it better and defend it like a shieldbearer, that's what we want. And my country, it is crawling up from the muck and onto a worthy place in the world ladder." She purses her lips. "Much like yours, by the way, and I mean that as a compliment. And I think that we can both help each other."
A question. "Most of Ethiopia's foriegn trade - both imports and exports - come through your territory, right?"
"Yes."
Lucrecia answered, "Well, the Philippines has just approved a bill establishing 'Special Economic Zones' where trade is more...free. Some are concerned that this would give too much 'privilege' to the cities, but our redistributive mechanisms ought to make up for that for a generation or two. But enough tangents; name something that your four cities produce, and I can promote its importation into the Philippines. Name a good that your cities need that the Philippines has in abundance - we produce fish, dried fish, dried tropical fruits, coconut oil, coconut milk, coconut and pineapple fibre, and a lot of alcoholic products - and we will export it at below-market rates. Your prosperity is Desta's jealousy, and also, in time, our prosperity."
Hamere Noh laughed a big bullish laugh. "You're a merchant? I thought Communists don't like that. Here is the thing; probably the biggest export out of Djibouti is coffee. Desta's coffee. I get enough of a cut from revenues to live well, but I am no merchant. I'm a soldier. I don't want pineapple fibres. I was boats, and good men to man them. If your people want to sell things in my ports, I'll welcome the customs duties. If they don't, well, they don't. But I'm not Desta. I'm not interested in what floats in and out of... what is the port of the Philippines, something Spanish probably? The only thing floating into your harbor that I've ever cared about is gonna be that ship. That's why I'm here. I don't want to see it go."
Lucrecia nodded, "Priscilline Conclliarist, actually; we're much more lenient." A sigh. "I do not wish to alienate someone more dependable in his own way than Desta is. But my country is under an invasion threat right now. Your ship gives us a fighting chance of victory when before, our best hope was to hit-and-run and hide from the shadows. So in the absence of any way to make good the debt...all I have are sentiments and empty words."
Disappointment was evident in her voice.
"There is not much I can do for you" he said, "But we aren't enemies. Your feelings about our Minister of the Pen has made my day."
Lucrecia then finished her coffee and got up. "Thank you. Your non-enmity is all I can ask for."
A deep bow of respect before she turned to leave.
@Grnmachine, Extend the Bio by one more paragraph, and it's accepted.
Name: Rockin' Strings
Appearance: A red unicorn pony standing 4 feet tall with a foot tall red and black striped mohawk and striped tail. He wears a pair of mechanical wings and a golden guitar on his back with a gold, heart-shaped locket around his neck.
Personality: Rockin' is a mostly happy-go-lucky guy but know when to be serious. He often acts the role of the adult when his friends begin arguing. He lies to take responsible courses but doesn't always know the best thing to do.
Bio: Rockin' grew up in small town in small island country. While traveling, he and his 5 friends were granted powers with great responsibility. The 6 of them were given what the locals called the elements of life. Rockin' gained the element of sound, allowing Jim to use the sound waves from his guitar to make concussive blasts.
Age: 24
Skills: Flight, basic unicorn magic, musician.
Faction (Imperium of Suffering/New Multiverse Government/Custom): NMG.
Make a longer CS.
Edit: Also, NMG applications are closed for now.
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