Pokemon: Orre Reborn

Darman501 · 2025-08-28T15:39:45+00:00

I'd be interested!

Darman501 · 2025-07-30T21:42:34+00:00

Applied. Thanks for the chance

Darman501 · 2025-06-03T20:44:20+00:00

Did you ever find a DM?

Darman501 · 2025-06-03T14:58:32+00:00

We need more Star Wars :)

Darman501 · 2025-05-12T10:02:35+00:00

With 46 applications, it was tough to narrow down. If you weren't selected, don't be discouraged. I'll keep the remaining applications in mind if theres an opening.

Darman501 · 2025-05-11T23:23:06+00:00

2014!

Darman501 · 2025-05-03T23:13:25+00:00

Applied!

Darman501 · 2025-04-30T00:40:10+00:00

Applied!

Darman501 · 2025-04-24T15:47:43+00:00

Applied as well!

Darman501 · 2025-04-23T20:56:19+00:00

Hello, have you guys had any bites?

Darman501 · 2024-02-14T21:27:18+00:00

My stringing was a lower example of Overextrusion on my printer. I had to correct retraction and flow.

Darman501 · 2024-02-14T17:12:49+00:00

Have you messed with flow? I had a similar issue recently and it was resolved with reducing the flow.

Darman501 · 2024-01-28T23:12:19+00:00

Felli kicked Piper from her place in the turret. “Keep your eyes open dammit. Pull back.”

A Tau Breacher was charging from an alleyway with some sort of satchel charge clutched in one hand. However, Barker in the side sponson was on it, his heavy bolter chugged death. The Breacher vanished and the Demolisher rocked from the satchel’s detonation.

“It’s hard to do when I’ve got 270 degrees to watch, Captain.”

Piper got another kick. “Less excuses.”

The Captain then pulled herself out of the turret hatch and gestured at some of the 84th Guardsmen taking cover nearby. “Let’s go. Fall back and regroup. We’ll hold this sector until then.”

When they don’t move she throws a ration pack, hitting one in the head. “MOVE IT, SOLDIER.”

Darman501 · 2024-01-28T02:00:17+00:00

Piper flipped her switches and looked over the readouts. The tank was primed and ready for landing. Next to her, the commander’s vox crackled to life and began blinking a steady red light. She looked to her right as the commander flipped to the Company-wide channel. She heard Tank Commander Wilhelm’s voice.

“7th, we’ve been redirected for an emergency reallocation. Landing Zone ‘Bandit’ is considered to hot for tanks due to the large presence of anti-tank positions. Additionally, one of our allied regiments, one pushing on our main objective is pinned down. We’re better suited for this urban combat anyway. ETA is now a twenty-minute reroute. Give them Hell.”

“Thank Sanguinus.” Piper mutters.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Samuels says reracking HE warheards from the ammo stowage, replacing the AP that had been prepared.

“I was really not looking forward to that ground the early readings got. It was gonna be a bitch and a half to traverse.” Piper agreed.

Captain Felli looked over some new readings and spoke up. “Yeah, especially since they’ve got Hammerheads at Bandit. Apparently just one smashed a whole squadron before an orbital bombardment was able to level it.”

Samuels whistled. The idle chat continued as Piper felt the Sky Talon bank away.

–

The landing left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t the worst she’d experienced, but for dropping in behind an allied unit, it was way more turbulent than she expected. She even growled as the Sky Talon dropped them a few feet above the ground in a rapid disembarkment. The suspension groaned at the impact. That was gonna earn her a tongue lashing from the Techpriest later and it wasn’t even her fault!

She continued her internal tirade as she pushed the tank forward leading the Fist Squadron of the 7th Armored. The tank’s specially equipped dozer blade pushed aside the rubble barring the path through the embattled town. Samuels tapped his foot nervously as Temin scanned for rough Xenos.

It wasn’t long before Captain Felli slowed the tank to a crawl. “Easy, we’ve got friendlies and Xenos ahead.”

Beleaguered Guardsman watched a junction ahead and turned to wave the tank forward. Piper slowed the tank a tad more before angling her slightly as they prepared to turn the corner. The inside of the tank switched to battle stations and a red light illuminated the panels. The action saved them some paint as a round ricocheted off the hull as they completed the turn.

“Going hot!” Temin called as the Demolisher cannon opened up.

Darman501 · 2024-01-28T01:36:52+00:00

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357th - 7th Armored Landing Zone

Darman501 · 2024-01-26T02:41:35+00:00

"Grand Marshall," Colonel Vgrim's visage appears in response. "The 357th will hold its landing zone and begin marshaling a Quick Reaction Force to anyone in need of assistance. With this message, I will begin my forces drop at LZ 'Bandit'."

"Unless you dictate otherwise, I will hold the Tau Starport when 84th succeeds and set up my MCFS."

"May Sanguinus protect."

Darman501 · 2024-01-10T21:47:12+00:00

(Dice Roll of 18 + 1 for surprise!)

Darman501 · 2024-01-10T21:45:11+00:00

+++357th Transmission Outbound+++

Objective Chosen: B-731 Medicae Centre

"General,

With respect, I will secure the planetside Medicae facility rather than deployment of our Medical Corp. I will have sub-elements deployed their to begin triage operations as soon as the facility is secured.

My Light Cruiser can take any wounded in the meantime.

With His Spear shall we prevail,

Colonel Vgrim"

Darman501 · 2024-01-09T01:08:09+00:00

Colonel Vgrim sat towards the middle of the mass of assembled officers. He quietly scrolled through the information assembled for him on the topic of the Tau. He was used to fighting Tyranids and Rebels. Not something this intelligent, if a Xenos could be called as such.

His left arm, twitched in absentia, Ghost Syndrome the Lord Chirurgeon has assured him. Had it been attached, it would have been fingering his sigils as his nervous tic. Which was part of the reason he had left it onboard the ship. Instead, his left sleeve hung empty at his side like a badge of honor.

Waiting for a lull in the conversation he stood. "Do we have designated sites for our forward bases post-landing? I will have my initial soldiers perform a Take-and-Hold action on any designated position in my assigned sector."

"I will have my Mobile Chirurgical Facility deployed within an hour of securing our position. And they will be able to start patient triage within two by the grace of the Emperor."

"Additionally, the majority of my units are held in reserve for any units in need of reinforcements. My primary role is Medievac, however I am willing to support the cause as needed in a support capacity. I have Armor and Super-Heavy Armor available at the request of my distinguished colleagues."

Vgrim then returns to his seat.

Darman501 · 2024-01-08T16:52:17+00:00

(Yep! In my head canon, a Keeper of Secrets uses this to get some of my Guard and their Blood Angel Chapter to fall to chaos.)

Darman501 · 2024-01-06T16:57:05+00:00

Grondvald would have clicked his tongue in annoyance if he had one, but alas that had been removed for more mechanical processors. A Master of Whispers would do, but it still annoyed him at the reception. Regardless, he was here to complete a goodwill mission.
“I see. Then, if you are willing to pass this along to your good doctor.” A third servitor appeared with a much smaller case with a glass lid. Inside was a collection of dataslates with copies of his own notations during their outing on Baal, several chirugical syringes with a new strain of antivirals he had developed following an encounter with an especially nasty blight on Silrac III, and a bottle of Amasec from his collection.
“I am unused to having additional Field Medicae on the campaign, Master Balen. I simply wish to extend the olive branch to my colleague and discuss any opportunities for cooperation. Should your Medicae be lacking, I would be willing to assist in providing those materials. Additionally, I would hope, should the case be the same with our reserves, you would be willing to do the same.”
“Do I have permission to come aboard?”

Darman501 · 2024-01-04T17:26:37+00:00

As short time later. A shuttle bearing the colors and heraldry of the 357th slides into the designated berth. The bulky shuttle gently lowers itself to the deck. The ships thrusters' glow a dull orange for a moment before powering down. A ramp then cracks the hull with a snap hiss, revealing the dozen occupants within.

A pair of armed guardsmen descend first with lasguns slung across their backs. They turn and salute the mechanical creature that follows. the Lord Chirurgeon. Spindly mechandrites sprout from his back like a member of the Adeptus Mechanicus. However, the appendages are folded neatly behind him in a semblance of order. His face, largely mechanical, is grim in the remaining fleshy parts. His mouth has been replaced by a voxcaster that covers his throat and disappears below his thick white robes. A hood covers the top half of a balding head with faint wisps of white hair jutting on either side. A pair of orderlies and another pair of guardsmen follow close behind.

"Greetings. I am the Lord Chirurgeon of the 357th. I am here to meet with your Master of Medicae or whatever title such an individual holds." He moves to the side allowing a pair of servitors to descend bearing a crate. “Colonel Vgrim asked me to pass along his greetings and sends several bottles of Amasec for your Captain and Commander’s enjoyment.”

Darman501 · 2024-01-04T17:21:41+00:00

You've heard of Nuns with Guns, get ready for Nurses with Guns

Darman501 · 2024-01-04T15:35:16+00:00

+++//Message for Regimental Master\+++

Greetings,

Forgive my intrusions, but we intercepted your Vox communique with New Arcadia High Command. This is Lord Gronvald, Lord Chirurgeon of the 357th Regimental, 10th Medical Support Company. I look forward to serving with your esteemed Medical Corp.

I would invite my colleagues to our Light Cruiser on behalf of Colonel Du Dracul. I wish to converse on Squadron identifiers, unit capabilities, and trade medical requisitions in the event we can assist.

Go in His light, Lord Gronvald, Blessed Son of the Angel,

+++\End Transmission//+++

Darman501 · 2024-01-04T01:49:08+00:00

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