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We've done it. Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, lives.
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Noble Arms: Thread Three, has started. Posts and roll call will come shortly.
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Mykhailo Martinez
Mykhailo was learning to take the fact that he annoyed people in stride, and instead focused on replying to Aurélie with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, "Sure, I'd be glad to fight you on the simulators!"
Then he said to Ayvee, "I'd be an ermine, I guess? I already look the part..."
The squadron could hear him chuckle over the radio, before a weird choking noise that seemed like a sob was heard. Mykhailo was happy, but happy tears while flying several hundred meters in the air, in very cold temperatures, was not practical. If anything, it was unprofessional, ridiculous, and worst of all, fogged up the flight mask.
Ever since Artemio died, Mykhailo had grieved. He was still grieving, even now. But just because he was sad did not mean he couldn't open up his heart to everyone else here.
"Thanks, guys," he finally said after a moment's pause. "You've all been so good to me - I was afraid that this flight would be boring, but it isn't; not with you all around..."
There was still fear; fear that he'd fail them. Fear that he was no real wunderkind and lacked the skills needed to keep up with them. For a brief moment, Mykhailo wished that he was older... But that moment passed - He did not want to be closer to old age and death, even if there was an afterlife and not just oblivion.
"Anyway..." Mykhailo continued, "Call me young and naive - I'm both - but, Valkyrie... I genuinely think you're the real deal. I wish to have been the one to defeat you and also have been the first one to greet you into our ranks - Sadly, I'll just be the second or maybe third one. After all, you decided to escort that plane with civilians home at the cost of facing punishment; everyone heard about that. I know I'll face my share of betrayals and tragedies and eventually lose faith in everything one day, but that day isn't today. As long as we're in the same squadron, and as long as you treat us well, you're my -"
He choked at that, "You're my friend."
Part of him wondered if this was wise - Can such a criminal be truly forgiven? Mykhailo pursed his lips and said to himself, Yes.
@Damo021@AtomicNut@Kensai@Smike@AvaP@Rhona W
Mykhailo was learning to take the fact that he annoyed people in stride, and instead focused on replying to Aurélie with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, "Sure, I'd be glad to fight you on the simulators!"
Then he said to Ayvee, "I'd be an ermine, I guess? I already look the part..."
The squadron could hear him chuckle over the radio, before a weird choking noise that seemed like a sob was heard. Mykhailo was happy, but happy tears while flying several hundred meters in the air, in very cold temperatures, was not practical. If anything, it was unprofessional, ridiculous, and worst of all, fogged up the flight mask.
Ever since Artemio died, Mykhailo had grieved. He was still grieving, even now. But just because he was sad did not mean he couldn't open up his heart to everyone else here.
"Thanks, guys," he finally said after a moment's pause. "You've all been so good to me - I was afraid that this flight would be boring, but it isn't; not with you all around..."
There was still fear; fear that he'd fail them. Fear that he was no real wunderkind and lacked the skills needed to keep up with them. For a brief moment, Mykhailo wished that he was older... But that moment passed - He did not want to be closer to old age and death, even if there was an afterlife and not just oblivion.
"Anyway..." Mykhailo continued, "Call me young and naive - I'm both - but, Valkyrie... I genuinely think you're the real deal. I wish to have been the one to defeat you and also have been the first one to greet you into our ranks - Sadly, I'll just be the second or maybe third one. After all, you decided to escort that plane with civilians home at the cost of facing punishment; everyone heard about that. I know I'll face my share of betrayals and tragedies and eventually lose faith in everything one day, but that day isn't today. As long as we're in the same squadron, and as long as you treat us well, you're my -"
He choked at that, "You're my friend."
Part of him wondered if this was wise - Can such a criminal be truly forgiven? Mykhailo pursed his lips and said to himself, Yes.
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Mission Four - Knives in Phnom Penh
Cambodian National Assembly Grounds - 11/11/2022 07:17 UTC+7, which is 8:17, UTC+8
The Cambodian Special Operations Command, the elite guards of the Cambodian Prime Minister, fired back at Dior's death squad as the latter dropped from the sky. The simultaneous release of dozens of weapons filled the air with bullets as the infantry and vehicles - Light Tanks and Scout Cars, began firing at the small, fast-moving targets, hoping to clip each one with the sheer weight of projectiles. A few of these people were firing MANPADs too, hoping that as their missiles exploded in the air, these were intended to shake Dior and his assassins as they tried to land on the ground.
They failed, and the assassins landed among their ranks, pulling out assault rifles and submachine guns while a few others threw grenades; these seven, though not Arms Masters themselves, wrought immense havoc against the Special Operations Command and their associated Cambodian Army units. However, there were still enough of the foe's soldiers to shoot at Kaden when they saw the latter running towards them. These elite soldiers would attempt suppressive fire against the fast-moving young man and his Noble Arm, hoping to pin him down.
Eighty-nine guns were firing at him all at once; a large portion of the elite forces guarding the building were focusing fire on him, forcing him to hide behind whatever cover there was or use his Noble Arm's powers to the fullest - Or maybe both simultaneously?
The point was that these soldiers were elites in the fullest sense and skilled in taking down Arms Masters.
The three hundred Cambodian soldiers who were tasked with protecting Prime Minister H.S. were being whittled down; about forty of them were dead and fifteen more were out of commission. But filled with dedication to their paymaster and hatred for their neighbors and the rich countries who buttressed the 'global order', they fought on, continuing to shoot, to throw grenades, to duck behind cover, to pull wounded men away to be given emergency medical treatment - Whatever can be said about them, they were proud and bold despite their servitude to a dark cause that has rooted itself in their hearts.
It would not stop them from dying, especially when their focus on Dior's death squad and pinning down Kaden meant that they were open to an attack from the real Dior and one Len Vuong, whom they have not noticed in their haste to focus on the attackers before them...
@4wheathRmany@Danyel@LimeTime966
Cambodian National Assembly Grounds - 11/11/2022 07:17 UTC+7, which is 8:17, UTC+8
The Cambodian Special Operations Command, the elite guards of the Cambodian Prime Minister, fired back at Dior's death squad as the latter dropped from the sky. The simultaneous release of dozens of weapons filled the air with bullets as the infantry and vehicles - Light Tanks and Scout Cars, began firing at the small, fast-moving targets, hoping to clip each one with the sheer weight of projectiles. A few of these people were firing MANPADs too, hoping that as their missiles exploded in the air, these were intended to shake Dior and his assassins as they tried to land on the ground.
They failed, and the assassins landed among their ranks, pulling out assault rifles and submachine guns while a few others threw grenades; these seven, though not Arms Masters themselves, wrought immense havoc against the Special Operations Command and their associated Cambodian Army units. However, there were still enough of the foe's soldiers to shoot at Kaden when they saw the latter running towards them. These elite soldiers would attempt suppressive fire against the fast-moving young man and his Noble Arm, hoping to pin him down.
Eighty-nine guns were firing at him all at once; a large portion of the elite forces guarding the building were focusing fire on him, forcing him to hide behind whatever cover there was or use his Noble Arm's powers to the fullest - Or maybe both simultaneously?
The point was that these soldiers were elites in the fullest sense and skilled in taking down Arms Masters.
The three hundred Cambodian soldiers who were tasked with protecting Prime Minister H.S. were being whittled down; about forty of them were dead and fifteen more were out of commission. But filled with dedication to their paymaster and hatred for their neighbors and the rich countries who buttressed the 'global order', they fought on, continuing to shoot, to throw grenades, to duck behind cover, to pull wounded men away to be given emergency medical treatment - Whatever can be said about them, they were proud and bold despite their servitude to a dark cause that has rooted itself in their hearts.
It would not stop them from dying, especially when their focus on Dior's death squad and pinning down Kaden meant that they were open to an attack from the real Dior and one Len Vuong, whom they have not noticed in their haste to focus on the attackers before them...
@4wheathRmany@Danyel@LimeTime966
The OOC OP has been updated with a new rule.
10.) New Rule (October 12, 2024): Sexual content, including situations where one finds themselves shirtless or otherwise unclothed by force, is now forbidden in the thread itself. RPGuild Private Messages, however, are an option for those who really want to do it, and if situations that may disgust most people are necessary for the advancement of the plot, players who give their consent to witness or write out such situations will be allowed access to special RPGuild PMs upon giving their permission.
Raven Rivers
The Ranger Corps was the first step Raven had to rescue his wife and son; he had to remain optimistic for his daughters sake. And that meant putting on a smiling face and making himself feel optimistic about his new commanding officer - He did not know her and while what he had heard caused him respect mixed with a tinge of pity, that was no substitute for experience and trust. He also did not know his shipmates, and had no shared history with them, and while he was always ready to lend a hand, to help, to listen to whatever they felt like saying... He just felt like he was alone, even desperate.
Most of the other Mech Pilots here had their own traumatic backstories; he could not impose the burden of his own until there was mutual trust. But, he was curious about what troubles they had, anyway.
He breathed in, then out, realizing that he was not sure how to approach this collection of Humans and Aliens as he waited for his Commanding Officer to arrive and give them the debrief. He was a married man; he did not want to seem like he was approaching a woman - or another man - out of less-than-pure intentions. Damnit; how was making new friends this hard?
Well, the bird-man seemed friendly, so he'll just approach him first once he got out of his mech; once he was fully docked inside the ship. Honestly, the process of docking, of entering the aptly-named 'Spirit of Adventure' via the hangar... He could not find the words to describe it, so he just followed the instructions until he was able to get out of his mech and get into the lift; artificial gravity was a thing, after all, and he couldn't just fly down, despite the small size of his machine.
As he got down, he wondered if people would be surprised by how small Lumen Humanitas was; it was meant to enter small places, then shoot out as much firepower as possible before getting out - He was proud of his machine.
Not that that bird man's own was not... fashionable. In a cool way. Speaking of cool, as Raven approached Anka, waving hi in greetings with one hand while taking off his helmet with another unless ordered not to, the man would realize that he was older than many of these people...
@The Man Emperor
The Ranger Corps was the first step Raven had to rescue his wife and son; he had to remain optimistic for his daughters sake. And that meant putting on a smiling face and making himself feel optimistic about his new commanding officer - He did not know her and while what he had heard caused him respect mixed with a tinge of pity, that was no substitute for experience and trust. He also did not know his shipmates, and had no shared history with them, and while he was always ready to lend a hand, to help, to listen to whatever they felt like saying... He just felt like he was alone, even desperate.
Most of the other Mech Pilots here had their own traumatic backstories; he could not impose the burden of his own until there was mutual trust. But, he was curious about what troubles they had, anyway.
He breathed in, then out, realizing that he was not sure how to approach this collection of Humans and Aliens as he waited for his Commanding Officer to arrive and give them the debrief. He was a married man; he did not want to seem like he was approaching a woman - or another man - out of less-than-pure intentions. Damnit; how was making new friends this hard?
Well, the bird-man seemed friendly, so he'll just approach him first once he got out of his mech; once he was fully docked inside the ship. Honestly, the process of docking, of entering the aptly-named 'Spirit of Adventure' via the hangar... He could not find the words to describe it, so he just followed the instructions until he was able to get out of his mech and get into the lift; artificial gravity was a thing, after all, and he couldn't just fly down, despite the small size of his machine.
As he got down, he wondered if people would be surprised by how small Lumen Humanitas was; it was meant to enter small places, then shoot out as much firepower as possible before getting out - He was proud of his machine.
Not that that bird man's own was not... fashionable. In a cool way. Speaking of cool, as Raven approached Anka, waving hi in greetings with one hand while taking off his helmet with another unless ordered not to, the man would realize that he was older than many of these people...
@The Man Emperor
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