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Current 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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Akira Ayumu

Akira’s eyes opened wide with fear as the Sweepers directly attacked the Reactor itself, killing their own commander in order to pursue a more efficient course of action. Dammit all! Was this the fall of the Reactor? If only they had… Then it came to him like a flash of lightning - Ironic because that was what he was going to suggest next.

“Anyone with Lightning Materia, rain down electricity on the Sweepers!” Akira shouted desperately at the top of his voice. “Keep shocking them until they fall! It’s our last chance!”

He looked at Jessie, hoping she'd second his strongly-worded suggestion and also that the Sweepers didn't turn out to have insulation against electricity. Whether she did or not, Akira continued, “The rest of you without Lightning Materia, hurl what you have left - Bullets, Explosives, Molotovs or even Rocks! I'll cure and use Aero, too!”

Once the door exploded into bits, hopefully his suggestion would be followed. Hopefully some mercenaries actually had Lightning Materia, or failing that, Swift Bolts, Bolt Plumes, or other items which generated lightning. If they didn't, then he hoped they still had firepower. But whatever happened, it was clear that circumstances were out of his control due to his powerset being sub-optimal to fighting large and powerful enemies. This meant that all he can do was cure, cure more, and send the occassional gust of wind or tornado at the enemy. Or... or... Dammit, this was going to be a hard decision, but the alternative was for everyone, including him, to die.

Trying to commune with Kanade once more, Akira tried to see if his friend was already on her way. <Kanade, you here ->

A glimpse of swift winds, of the 'thrumming' of motorbikes and smoke and the sounds of gunfire. And was that the sound of helicopter rotors? <Oh, no.>

Realizing that Kanade cannot help right now, Akira said, <The Fort is falling - Shinra Robots have gotten inside - And while there's a last-ditch counterattack, it might fail. Kanade, I know you have your own problems right now and you can't help, so I'll make this simple - I'm handing myself over if we lose. Rescue me when you can.>

Akira then snapped back to the living world, and looked around to see if Jessie and the Mercs were still alive and if they had been doing as he suggested. If the former - And he hoped it was the former, the boy would say two words, "Healing Wind."

A gust of shimmering, blue-green air would fill the courtyard/chamber beyond the reactor doors, closing the injuries and replenishing the blood of anyone still left alive but injured. This would not affect enemies, obviously, and robots even less so. If enough allies were left or by some miracle, they won and/or had enough Lightning Materia/Bolt Plumes left to forge a fighting chance, Akira will fight on and not hand himself over. But if not, he'd announce his name and that he was the son of Kirin Ayumu, whom they'd hopefully recognize from Shinra's prisoner files, and... Okay, that plan was flawed.

Best to hope that the defenders had eked out a victory or had a chance, to, then...
This RP is still ongoing.
I nerfed WIlliam's spells (on the Character Tab)!


Akira Ayumu

As all three Sweepers came into view, Akira froze up in fear for a split-second before turning to Jessie to ask for help. But before he could speak, an entire squad of mercenaries were shredded by one of the Sweepers, torn apart by bullets and rendered beyond help by healing magic. This caused the remaining friendly troops to begin running up the mountain, their morale broken.

Obviously, this rendered them sitting ducks before the Shinra assault, which resumed with new vigor especially as the mercenaries were also in a position to be picked off by the Sweepers’ guns. Akira had to do something to turn the tide, to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, but how? Even as stress and fear built up within him, he knew that his Healing Wind was not going to be useful when his allies were just going to be shot one second later -

“Run, boy!” one of the last mercenaries to flee shouted at him (and maybe Jessie), and Akira was snapped out of his thoughts. Zig-zagging to throw off the enemy’s aim, the boy ran upwards, hoping that Jessie was safe. As the carnage escalated into new heights, such that there was a dead body every few meters, Akira focused on surviving, knowing he could not let himself die or fall into Shinra hands. Even if they kept him alive for vile experiments, they can use him to get at Kanade... No! He’d survive this! He’d call upon every reserve of strength he had left, everything given to him by his mother’s Ninja training!

And so the boy continued running, hopefully glimpsing Jessie from time to time to see if she was still safe.

The sound of the shooting seemed to fade as they got closer to Fort Condor and its reactor - The last fallback position was the Fort and Reactor itself, where the Condor Egg was being incubated. On the way to the reactor door, ruined Catapults and Stoners were strewn all throughout the ground, more signs of a near-total rout. But from what Akira remembered, there was cause for hope. For the Fort Condor Leader had said to him and the other mercs before...

The enemy won’t want the Reactor damaged, so they’d send their Commander - Grand Horn, if I recall correctly - To take it personally. On the rare occasions where we got beaten all the way back to the Reactor, they’d send the Commander to duel our best mercs, and if the Commander was killed, Shinra retreats to fight another day.

So Akira was betting that the Sweepers won’t be sent against the Reactor itself, or if they were, they’d be on unfavorable ground. For two things had changed: One, he was now stressed and pissed, and that meant his Limit Break can be used. And two, he was planning to stand with the best of the best of Fort Condor’s remaining mercs, as well as Jessie of AVALANCHE, against Grand Horn or the Sweepers.

Assuming that Shinra was going for a duel. Assuming that he was right. Assuming that Shinra wasn’t prepared to let its honor dip further into the negatives.

A sense of foreboding swept through the boy - Something important was going to happen here, and not just because Kanade, his fellow Half-Cetra, was coming. A new narrative was going to be woven soon, a new narrative for the Planet...

Akira Ayumu

“Thanks, Jessie!” Akira said as the Sweeper exploded behind him. The medical tent which had been set up had now been evacuated, but the boy still thought of covering their retreat… Only to take one look at the remaining Sweepers and find out that no, those were not foes he could take. So he had to go back to another line and hope that the Catapults and Stoners (Contraptions which rolled rocks down the mountain) would take out at least one Sweeper.

How was he going to avoid being hit by the Catapults and Stoners himself? Well, being attuned to the Planet had its perks, and Akira’s next action was to tap into that connection as he ran, asking the air, the earth, and the mountain itself how -

“Jessie, duck!” Akira shouted as one Catapult tossed a large stone at one of the Sweepers, a large stone which, if Jessie ducked, would most certainly hit said Sweeper.

Assuming Jessie ducked, Akira would gesture at her to come with him, even as he ran towards a side path, a narrow trail which led through a bunch of large rocks, a trail which he had used before to get in and out various parts of the battlefield during previous attacks. This also allowed him and the AVALANCHE Agent to avoid another large, round stone that had been rolled down the main roadway up the mountain. As for the trail’s destination, it was one of the defenders’ fallback lines, where he hoped to find support for himself and Jessie -

“Duck again!” Akira said as he himself crouched while several large rocks flew overhead, more evidence of the primitive-but-effective artillery used by the Condorians. He then proceeded, with or without Jessie in tow, to the collection of fortifications which made up the fallback line… Only to find that a bunch of Shinra Grunts and a few Mako-mutated Hounds were locked in fierce combat with Fort Condor’s mercenaries, trying to storm the line.

“Damnit!” the boy said as he ducked and weaved among the interlocked fighters, curing the injured defenders and staying behind their ranks. He’d also give Jessie a cure for if she needed it, even as he built up the energy from adrenaline and stress which fuelled a potential Limit Break - If done right, a Healing Wind ought to turn the tide of this specific engagement.

Hopefully, a Sweeper would not show up and the previously tossed and rolled rocks had already taken out the ones pursuing them. But alas, Akira knew that hope was not the only factor in battle.

Planet, give me strength... his thoughts trailed off as he waited for enough energy to well up for his Limit Break.
So logged back into Discord to check the well Discord and realized I must have left the room when I was deleting a bunch of abandoned rooms earlier. Can we get a refresh of the invite? Please?@FalloutJack


@BigPapaBelial Hold on. I just got back from election work and I'm not gettin' on Discord 'till tomorrow, so I will ask...

@Letter Bee Would you please invite him in?


Here: discord.gg/5y3xND
Akira Ayumu

Akira was prepared to earn his keep - The young healer had earned a name for himself in previous battles alongside his mother, healing rapidly enough to make the difference between victory and defeat. Nevertheless, he felt intimidated about how it was his first time fighting alone - Well, not really alone, but beside strangers, and he understandably felt nervous. As Jessie told the assembled mercenaries about the explosives set up in various choke points, as well as the Sweeper prototypes, he knew that his fighting style and skills were not optimized for such a foe, which meant another day hanging back in the medical tents unless some emergency happened.

Either way, once the meeting had ended, Akira would go to his allotted room to prepare for the battle, and by that, he was going to commune with the Planet and with his fellow Half-Cetra, Kanade.

Inside his room, Akira knelt on the bed and began to pray to the Planet, slowly opening up his consciousness to its voices. Pain. Suffering. Slow death - The Planet is undergoing all three. If only we can save it, if only we can stop Shinra from draining it...

<Kanade… Kanade…> Akira called out to the former noble, now member of AVALANCHE, <I need to talk to you… This has to be secret… Mother… Mom is dead. Shinra killed her when she tried to get into their HQ, and now I am all alone in Fort Condor and I don’t know what to do! Shinra’s going to attack and while I know we’ll beat them, I’ll still be stuck here. Kanade, please help - You’re the only family I have anymore!>

Tears fell from his eyes, even as the door opened - It was one of the officers, telling him that it was time to fight. That meant no tears as Akira reluctantly ceased the communion - It was time to fight.

Timeskip

Despite Jessie’s explosives, Fort Condor casualties kept mounting due to the Sweepers, making Akira’s job in the medical tents even harder. Stress was building up, although not enough to create a Limit Break.

“Cure!” Akira shouted as he healed another wounded mercenary just enough to put him back in action. Then he downed an Ether provided by a fellow member of the medical staff, even as the sounds of battle and explosions drew ever closer to the medical tents - The group needed to evacuate soon, but with the large numbers of wounded and Shinra’s pitiless approach to problems, that’d cause almost as many problems as staying.

A noise can be heard outside - It clearly wasn’t friendly. Akira, sighing, took out his Naginata and said to the Head Medic, “Evacuate the place - I’ll hold off the enemy!”

Without waiting to see if his recommendation was followed, Akira walked out of the tent, his Ninja training kicking in as he scanned the area around him. He then said as he faced a rocky outcropping, “You can come out now, you know - I’m on to you...”

The response was a bullet aimed at his head, which was parried by his Naginata’s blade. Several Shinra grunts then broke out of cover, daring to charge the boy in melee. Big mistake.

“Aero!” cried the boy as he surrounded himself with a small tornado, a small tornado which broke up the enemy’s cohesion and allowed him to launch a flurry of attacks (his ‘Flurry’ skill) on the temporarily-helpless soldiers, leaving them bleeding out on the ground.

“You brat!” said the Grunt Commander as he shot at Akira with his sidearm, only for the young man to run in zig-zags, dodging the bullets with his ninja training as he launched another Aero, this time a gust of wind which ought to blow the enemy off his feet. It did, and Akira was now on him before he can get up.

“This. Is. For. Mother!” he shouted as he brought his Naginata down on the Grunt Commander’s head, dealing a final blow to the helpless man...
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I'm not overly familiar with Hathaway's Flash, although I have seen (and enjoyed) Narrative. However, as I said in the OP and in other posts, the idea is removing the player party from the Earth Sphere so that we don't have to worry too much about continuity and ongoing events as much, and can focus on creating our own story.

Regarding the interest, thanks y'all. Thats the minimum at least, so will work on getting an IC before the weekend.


All right, I understand.
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No, you won't be forced to pilot GM's or Jegans. It'll be a selection of various variant versions of those, and some mass-production Gundams and other suits. I haven't nailed down the specifics yet, but there'll be a healthy selection. Part of the units' background will be that they're also operational test/evaluation for previous models of mobile suit and putting them into action, and their mecha were pulled together from the remnants and left-overs from earlier conflicts and special groups that have since disbanded.
As I said in the opening post, I'm not going to be fretting too much over exact continuity, but for the sake of answering your question, post-Char's Counterattack but pre-Unicorn, or even alongside Unicorn, but removed from the Earth Sphere and more out in the asteroid belt/Mars/potentially even the Jovian system, leaving things free to not be too bothered by the same characters, events, etc. I will be deliberately ignoring any manga, side-stories, etc that happen in those places and times to tell my/our own story, and the same for post-CCA/UC100 continuity.
Also it will be a group of Zeon remnants generally smooshed together, consolidating under one group for survival etc and otherwise being a nuisance in the outer Solar System.


Will it be possible to avert future events/tragedies somehow, like the events of Narrative and Hathaway's Flash?
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