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I can dig it up tomorrow or Friday (if tomorrow gets too busy).
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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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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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On 4/14/2026 (on my end), my RP, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, is now three years and ten months old, and the current thread is one year and four months.
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Thanks, but I can also find it, if you're all right with that.
@PaulHaynek, Will this RP have a Discord server?
Posted on the IC.
Ashton Andrews, the Chosen of Stories
Sixteen years old and my life is basically over, Ashton thought as he allowed the prison guards to drag him out and cuff him as they led him to breakfast. The boy didn't resist, except to observe that they had allowed him to keep his ordinary Earth clothes; was he that unthreatening without his book? Then again, it probably was to make him look more distinct as a trophy should look; Ashton already had several ideas of why he'd be kept alive after all was lost.
The first idea, the boy thought as he sat down on the cafeteria table and submissively ate his gruel, was that they'd be slaves for labor and torture. But as nothing has been done to them beyond the usual humiliating treatment, that possibility was slowly fading.
The second, also obvious idea, was that they'd be kept as trophies, which he had already thought about. Perhaps as part of a victory parade for King Kazzok's forces? Or just for the Dark Lord to look at whenever he wanted to remind himself of past triumphs? Egoes needed massaging, after all.
Or, the third possibility occured to Ashton, they were going to be used as sacrifices at some point, to increase King Kazzok's power. Or just interrogated in due time about how their powers and technology worked. Or maybe they'd be used as power sources for... No, those possibilities are wrong; the prisoners would have gone through that treatment already if that were the case.
A sudden chill went through the boy's body as yet another possibility went through him. Kazzok needed them for something. Something that he wanted them to willingly give. It was possible that the Dark Lord was trying to get them to work for him somehow without using too much mind control; perhaps he's going to tell them that there was a greater threat to the Multiverse than he was and he needed the heroes to act as his 'Suicide Squad'? If so, that will be a hard choice to make; Evil or More Evil. He wasn't prepared to make said choice, especially if it sounded like a betrayal to his fellow prisoners.
Speaking of said fellow prisoners, the redheaded adult male was easy on the eyes; too bad he was too old and probably married to someone also hot (male or female) already. Same for the adventurer in leather with a golden-circled necklace; they were allowed to keep golden items here? Wait, no, the adventurer in leather looked like a bachelor; he can tell. Stop ogling hot guys and the occassional lady, Ashton! His mind said. And he's too old for you anyway!
The boy decided to observe the guards for once this time; what could have driven them to join an Evil Overlord in his conquests; money and power? Neverthelss, he was perceptive enough to know that their watch was laxer than before.
Good; he wanted to talk to someone - break the ice with his fellow prisoners. Turning to the redhead, Ashton whispered, "Hey, what's your name? Mine is Ashton Andrews." A pause. "It's hard, you know, to know that you're spending the rest of your life as a slave or prisoner or whatever. As a sixteen-year old who once had a life ahead of me, I think it'd be even harder than for someone who's at least experienced life."
That and you, Ashton Andrews, accidentally killed your friends, too. All because you couldn't resist trying the Dark Lord's powers for yourself, part of his mind nagged. But Ashton was fast wondering... Did King Kazzok actually tell the truth about that, or was he lying?
Sixteen years old and my life is basically over, Ashton thought as he allowed the prison guards to drag him out and cuff him as they led him to breakfast. The boy didn't resist, except to observe that they had allowed him to keep his ordinary Earth clothes; was he that unthreatening without his book? Then again, it probably was to make him look more distinct as a trophy should look; Ashton already had several ideas of why he'd be kept alive after all was lost.
The first idea, the boy thought as he sat down on the cafeteria table and submissively ate his gruel, was that they'd be slaves for labor and torture. But as nothing has been done to them beyond the usual humiliating treatment, that possibility was slowly fading.
The second, also obvious idea, was that they'd be kept as trophies, which he had already thought about. Perhaps as part of a victory parade for King Kazzok's forces? Or just for the Dark Lord to look at whenever he wanted to remind himself of past triumphs? Egoes needed massaging, after all.
Or, the third possibility occured to Ashton, they were going to be used as sacrifices at some point, to increase King Kazzok's power. Or just interrogated in due time about how their powers and technology worked. Or maybe they'd be used as power sources for... No, those possibilities are wrong; the prisoners would have gone through that treatment already if that were the case.
A sudden chill went through the boy's body as yet another possibility went through him. Kazzok needed them for something. Something that he wanted them to willingly give. It was possible that the Dark Lord was trying to get them to work for him somehow without using too much mind control; perhaps he's going to tell them that there was a greater threat to the Multiverse than he was and he needed the heroes to act as his 'Suicide Squad'? If so, that will be a hard choice to make; Evil or More Evil. He wasn't prepared to make said choice, especially if it sounded like a betrayal to his fellow prisoners.
Speaking of said fellow prisoners, the redheaded adult male was easy on the eyes; too bad he was too old and probably married to someone also hot (male or female) already. Same for the adventurer in leather with a golden-circled necklace; they were allowed to keep golden items here? Wait, no, the adventurer in leather looked like a bachelor; he can tell. Stop ogling hot guys and the occassional lady, Ashton! His mind said. And he's too old for you anyway!
The boy decided to observe the guards for once this time; what could have driven them to join an Evil Overlord in his conquests; money and power? Neverthelss, he was perceptive enough to know that their watch was laxer than before.
Good; he wanted to talk to someone - break the ice with his fellow prisoners. Turning to the redhead, Ashton whispered, "Hey, what's your name? Mine is Ashton Andrews." A pause. "It's hard, you know, to know that you're spending the rest of your life as a slave or prisoner or whatever. As a sixteen-year old who once had a life ahead of me, I think it'd be even harder than for someone who's at least experienced life."
That and you, Ashton Andrews, accidentally killed your friends, too. All because you couldn't resist trying the Dark Lord's powers for yourself, part of his mind nagged. But Ashton was fast wondering... Did King Kazzok actually tell the truth about that, or was he lying?
Haven Base
Theodore, from the Operations Room, didn't bat an eye at Cassius leaving; he was his own creature. Then, turning to Terra's hologram, the General Commander said, "What do you wish to ask about the defectors? You think you have a way of binding them to our side in record time, or is it something else?"
It was probably the former, but the latter cannot be discounted. Right now, the main problem was the fact that Terra wanted revenge - the cold kind - on Alexander Sky for harming Kyexun; granted, Alexander might get re-brainwashed into an actual enemy soon, but Theodore was personally attached to that kid. One who loves the people can be troubled, he thought; that was one of his imperfections. So he continued, "If you can guarantee their loyalty, that would be an additional advantage to our forces."
A pause, "Now, can you please come to the Operations Room; it's an order."
@FalloutJack
Theodore, from the Operations Room, didn't bat an eye at Cassius leaving; he was his own creature. Then, turning to Terra's hologram, the General Commander said, "What do you wish to ask about the defectors? You think you have a way of binding them to our side in record time, or is it something else?"
It was probably the former, but the latter cannot be discounted. Right now, the main problem was the fact that Terra wanted revenge - the cold kind - on Alexander Sky for harming Kyexun; granted, Alexander might get re-brainwashed into an actual enemy soon, but Theodore was personally attached to that kid. One who loves the people can be troubled, he thought; that was one of his imperfections. So he continued, "If you can guarantee their loyalty, that would be an additional advantage to our forces."
A pause, "Now, can you please come to the Operations Room; it's an order."
@FalloutJack
May I join?
Edit: Wait, I might have to drop my existing games in order to play this, which will be a hard choice.
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.
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."
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."
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