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Current Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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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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@PaulHaynek, dropped one of my games on another site to join this.



May I join?

Edit: Wait, I might have to drop my existing games in order to play this, which will be a hard choice.
100 IC posts, yay!
Flame Brooks

Flame was going to stand his ground. It would not do to let Chieko down, nor would he let himself down. Just as Ashton had protected him, so will he protect other people. As Quill melted the metal concealing the blade inside her 'club', Flame opened his gate and shouted with all his might as he stretched out his palms.

"GOA!" If he had it right, then fireballs will erupt out of his hands. If he got it right, then he'd face Quill with a sheet of fire. Of course, this risked burning the house down all around them, but at least Chieko would have a chance to escape, perhaps even with some of Donovan's candles.

A sharp pain across his arms and chest; did the blade slice clean through them? If so, he had a few seconds of conciousness left, a few seconds to let out another "GOA!"

Flames came out of the redhead's mouth, burning tounge and tooth and causing unbearable agony. Yet another volley hurled at Quill. Then the boy collapsed onto the floor, spent, his conciousness spiralling into oblivion. The boy was dead once more, barring a miracle. Hopefully he had not accidentally killed Chieko instead of, you know, covering her escape.
((Post between @Letter Bee and @ArmorPlated))

Flashback

Theodore Narra, in Perfect Qamishlo, had repulsed the assult on Darwin's north just shortly before sounding the call to retreat; normally, he would stay behind for a while in order to make sure his orders were followed perfectly, but he had to go back to Haven Base now. The early defections of Hisako and Tabris had put his trump card, Alexander Sky, at risk; he knew it, and so he had to get the International Volunteers back in fighting shape. And to do that, he had to meet the Smoke-Bear convoy that had radioed an hour ago.

He radioed, "Field-Captain Adam Philips, do you copy? This is General Commander Theodore Narra, returning to base." A calm, gravelly voice responded over the channel, "This is Adam Philips, and I copy. I am not a Field Captain as of yet, Commander Theodore Narra."

Bringing his slow NC back to Haven Base's secondary hangar, he looked around said hangar to see Adam and his tribe had arrived and were already in the process of unoading their equipment into a hangar bay. Adam himself was standing to the side of the center vehicle, it's integrated radio's receiver held before his mouth.



The Smoke-Bears milling about the unpacking convoy vehicles stared as Perfect Qamishlo entered the hangar, a three-meter tall humanoid NC surrounded by massive ring, each flipping end over end around the same axis as it entered the hangar. One engineer whistled before muttering into his radio, "So that things' the Quamishlo, huh? One of the big-shot Three Reformers' finds-" The Smoke Bear was cut off by a comrade, "Hot mic on an open frequency, dumbass!" The channel quickly went silent. before Theodore himself climbed out of the central mech, standing atop a translucent sphere surrounding the internal mech.

Walking on the scaffolding that had automatically fixed themselves on the rings, Theodore met up with several mechanics and medics gathered at the edge of his mech, and said, "I'm okay, I'm okay!"

Chief Mechanic Cecily, who had been transferred from the main hangar, spoke, "A likely story, General Commander! We both know that despite the humanoid form at the centre of Perfect Qamishlo, that driving an NC like it is not normal for the human brain! No offense meant to our new arrival, though." Cecily glanced at Adam, who had taken the opportunity to break away from his tribesmen and was climbing onto the scaffolding from a nearby ladder. "A good Pilot knows his NC as well as he knows his own body. If Commander Theodore Narra is one such pilot, he will know his limitations." Adam affixed the Chief Mechanic with a stony expression, hands clasped behind his back.

Theodore smiled at that and said to Cecily, "Don't worry about it; as Adam says, I know my limits."

Walking towards Adam, Theodore said, "Pilot Philips, I am happy to see you." Pursing his lips, he said, "The other pilots of the International Volunteers will be here in a few minutes; I'll give you a briefing on the battle situation on the way to the Operations Room."

He gestured to Adam to walk beside him, before saying, "Once we get to the back corridors leading to the Operations room; we walk alone - this will allow us the needed privacy while saving time. Because as of right now, we're going to need to adapt to both failure... And unexpected success."

As they walked, Theodore indeed ordered both mechanic, medic, and would-be bodyguard to fall back, so that he can talk with Adam alone. The cameras and other surveillance equipment also turned away, a signal that Theodore relied only on himself and the consequences for Adam if the latter turned on him for protection.

Then Theodore gave Adam an unexpurgiated report, including his hopes that Alexander and Phoenix Inferno were the key to turning the odds against Red-Star. After that he said, "But, here's the important thing; the pre-emptive defection of Hisako - Who was expected to need Alexander to crack - and TABRIS - same - has disrupted said plans. What should have been an organized attack on the Red-Star flagship, followed up by a mass breakout attempt, has now turned into something more haphazard." A purse of his lips. "And the worst part is that Alexander, should suspicion focus on him, will either be killed, tortured, or even brainwashed once more into becoming our true foe."

He let Adam grasp the implications of his words, as well as the expression on his face. Theodore Narra genuinely cared for Alexander.

Adam's expression remained unchanged as he listened to Theodore's assessment of the conflict, the only change being that he actually looked at the Commander when he announced his informant's botched mission. "Priority should be to get the turncoats into fighting condition. Walking away with two cutting-edge Red Star assets alone is a large advantage. Losing them to defection is a morale disaster. Fighting them immediately after losing them? infinitely worse." He took a deep breath as he thought through the exact words he needed to use. "You need to assume this 'Alexander' is fully compromised. Knowing what Osamu is capable of, you need to view everything he does with suspicion. Even if he surrenders. Even if he personally shoots down his comrades. This screams "bait in a trap" more than anything, and if you want Haven to survive, it needs to come first."

Theodore nods as they reach the door to the Operations Room, "Indeed. Now, I'm going to brief the remaining Pilots of the International Volunteers of your coming; I'll give you a live feed so that you know when to introduce yourself."
Dawn of a New Age - The Return of Magic

I. Intro



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Note; this RP was originally made by Flamelord, but he gave me permission as long as no one, and I repeat no one @mentions him.

II. Magic











III. Non-Magical Options







IV. Rules



V.Signup Form



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NCQuest: A Mecha RP - The Relief of Cape Town



The Lore Thread


The year is 2577, 500 years after a Nuclear War that ended the Age of the Nation-State. Now, the world is split between Independents; settlements and towns living a hardscrabble life in the wastelands, and the Ruling Corporations, eight large organizations that have seized large portions of the planet and its people for themselves. The majority of the Ruling Corporations' personnel are tyrannical and arbitrary, twisted by long isolation from the masses whose work supports their way of life. The average person in Corporate territory lives in fear, bowed down by heavy burdens in a soulless environment, before dying quickly and painfully.

Complicating the picture are the Neural Combatants (NCs), giant humanoid machines left behind by the nations of the world before everything burned in nuclear fire. Using technology that binds together brain and machine, all NCs have Cores that cannot yet be duplicated by even the most advanced Corporation; these Cores, when attached to a body, allow the pilot to conduct feats of strength and speed that borders on the supernatural. In essence, Neural Combatants use technology that makes Mecha work; the impractical made practical. The more NC Cores a Corporation has, the better they are in the constant warfare that covers the planet today.

But now, that balance is changing. With the help of stolen research from the other Ruling Corporations, Tshwane Mining Inc., the rulers of Sub-Saharan Africa, have done the impossible: Rediscover how to create new NC Cores. This gives them the potential to manufacture legions of new Mechs, and thus disturb the finely held balance between the Ruling Corps.

Now, Cape Town in South Africa, where the initial research was done, is being besieged by the Denver-Vegas, Fairbanks, and Paragon Corporations; all three have invested in a gigantic army to conduct said siege, while Volkov, the very strongest Ruling Corp has pressured Tshwane's ally, Al-Amir Group of Companies, to stay in the Middle East lest it face total destruction from the north.

So Tshwane's CEO, Katlego Kgosi, has resorted to desperate measures: He has called upon Haven, the collection of Independents that still rule Australia, to provide the help other Corporations would not provide; Haven, despite concluding a recent war against Red-Star, still has forces to spare for a relief expedition - particularly as Katlego has offered a tantalizing prize; a copy of the research on creating new NC Cores!

Consult the Lore Thread linked above if you want more info.

Rules

1.) No godmoding, metagaming, or mary sues.
2.) Be civil.
3.) Do not be an asshole.
4.) Post length is five sentences minimum, but longer posts are encouraged, of course. GMs are also bound by this rule.
5.) Antagonists (Paragon, Denver-Vegas, and Fairbanks) need special GM Permission to be allowed.
6.) Consult the Lore Thread (linked under the picture) if you want to know more about how NCs, Independents, and Corporations work.
7.) Post promptly; this RP will automatically end in two months (three at the minimum) no matter what plot remains to be done.

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And yes, Inkarnate permitted this.

Here are the rules on characters and NC's: (last rules, I swear.)

You can have more than one character, with the limit being as many as you can take without stressing yourself out.

Character Sheet Template

[b]Pilot Character Sheet[/b]

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]Backstory:[/b]

[b]Tactical Preferences and Skills:[/b]

[b]Notes:[/b]


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[b]NC Character Sheet[/b]

[b]Code-name:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Body Type: (Bipedal, Hover, Tank-Tread, .etc)[/b]

[b]Type of NC: (General-Purpose, Interception, Assault, .etc)[/b]

[b]Equipment & Armaments:[/b]


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Character Types needed (Note that these are not set in stone; as long as all roles are filled, I am happy):

Field-Captain (Jack of all Trades - 1 Slot):

Long-ranged Specialist (Sniper/Light Artillery - 2 Slots):

Utility (Field Repair/Hacker/Medical and Scout Drones - 1 Slots):

Support (Anti-Aircraft/Machine Guns/Attack Drones 2 Slots):

Assault (Melee/Assault Rifles/Flamethrowers/Shotguns 2 Slots):

Heavy (Heavy Artillery/Heavy Melee and Armor 1 Slot):
Red-Star Floating Supercarrier Kuei-Ren

Osamu Akiyama was pissed. Hisako and TABRIS had defected on his watch, and he hadn't been able to get his desired Southshell Twink thanks to events beyond his control! And of course, Haven's 'fleet' had arrived only a few hours ago; this meant that Red-Star, despite their numbers, now had a chance of losing. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!

And he knew who was behind it too! He knew! Did that baka Alexander think he was stupid as well? Well, he wasn't; Osamu knew exactly what he was doing, sowing treason and spying for Haven like the uppity scum of the earth that he was!

Osamu would have dealt with Alexander sooner, but Hibiki was at stake. Hibiki, the person whom he had been mind-linking with every night for weeks. Hibiki, whose own pain echoed his own. Hibiki, whose dark side, implanted into him by that Serk-baka, was something Osamu did not want taking over the boy. Damnit, Alexander knew! Alexander had planted a weak spot in him!

Just murder them both - and Mako too, a voice inside him whispered. For a brief moment, Osamu drew up some papers; death warrants. Then he tore them apart and threw them into the trash bin. Why, why, why?! Why did I permit myself the weakness of wanting a family in Hibiki?!

The Red-Star Political Officer was struck with indecision. Then an idea came to him. Turning on the intercom, Osamu said, "Bring me Alexander Sky, Mako Shintai, and Hibiki Laplace. As for that Dread guy, give him what he wants, inlcuding prisoners to murder. Also, if we have additional pilots, give them an extra ration of coffee or alcohol."

@AzenExile@FalloutJack@Landaus Five-One@Metatrooper@Scribe of Thoth@Sgt Vandingo@Selvariabell@Senhara@Neozeon0083@ArmorPlated:
Darwin City



Havenite Medium Tanks rolled out, firing at the Red-Star forces to cover the International Volunteers (and defectors)' retreat. These models had a miniature ECM (electronic countermeasure) system that caused missiles coming their way to veer away from the second defensive line. These were followed up by Havenite Gunships, floating craft equipped with black-market armor and weapons; in this case, Denver-Vegas missile launchers and Paragon laser weapons (obsolete ones; again, black-market).



These gunships would give Red-Star's own hovercraft an equal fight; they were outnumbered three-to-one by their counterparts, but had the advantage of being covered by Haven's own anti-air emplacements. Thus, the International Volunteers and Red-Star defectors had a clean path back to the Base.

Haven Base

Tabris would be taken to the hangar, where she would be fixed in place by scaffolding as part of an improvised 'interrogation and screening' program. Hisako's collar will be disabled, then sawn off by the Havenites, before the defector was whisked off into fairly comfortable custody for interrogation - her first one without torture. It was clear that Theodore had received news beforehand of the others' defections.

Sahaquiel and Kyexun will be in the repair bay and the hospital wing, respectively, and the latter will be allowed a camera and holoprojector in order to talk to Terra and receive messages from Theodore, who was now meeting the others in the Operations Room for a briefing.

In said operations room, the holograms were now of the situation in Darwin. Red-Star had begun entrenching itself in the outer portion of the city, but have made no move to drill down to the underground bunkers underneath the city - Not a True Burrow like Haven underneath Sydney, but still enough to shelter the civilian population; it was clear that Red-Star were going to attempt a full conquest before trying to re-enslave the civvies.

"I won't lie and say that we all performed perfectly," Theodore spoke, "We didn't. But let's focus on the bright side; we saved the Cores and Pilots of the two NCs we lost, and we gained two defectors at the same time with their accompanying NCs."

The holograms then changed to show a fleet of floating warships arriving southwest of Darwin City, streaming in from both the Outback and the Indian Ocean. These ships were painted white and brown, black and gold, and although their largest vessels were smaller than the Red-Star Supercarrier, the speed in which they arrived at was remarkable; they had moved into position faster than Red-Star's fleet.



"Another, unambigiously good thing is this: We bought enough time for the Haven Third Fleet to arrive, with word that they've destroyed a Red-Star force making for Perth; their wrecks now litter the Outback," Theodore then paused to allow the others to absorb the news.

He then fixed his gaze on them and said, "This means that we now have a chance not just of survival, but victory. Their morale is shaken by the failure of their vaunted brainwashing on two valuable pilots - and to them - even more valuable Mechs. And while we've lost one Field-Captain... We have a new one to introduce to you Volunteers."

Theodore pushed a button, and a side door opened, a signal for Adam Philips to walk in and introduce himself. Once he had done so, the General Commander of Haven then said, "Now, you know the drill: Bar, Coffeehouse, or... Actually, no Bathhouse unless you really want to get clean; I am not Osamu."

@AzenExile@FalloutJack@Landaus Five-One@Metatrooper@Scribe of Thoth@Sgt Vandingo@Selvariabell@Senhara@Neozeon0083@ArmorPlated:
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