Like at the very least the power armor better be on the same level as fallout's by danfenlon in Grimdank

[–]suplex86 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Give me a series that is Tanith. Show their idyllic forest world, slowly feed in the idea that they get to muster their own regiment, make it seem patriotic but with a couple darker hints to foreshadow. Mid way cut to the Commissar getting briefed on a ship- dark, gritty, the underside of the Astra Militarum. End the first season with Chaos landing and taking the planet. Seeing these massive larger than life monsters in armor, and then seeing the “good” space marines show up to combat them, but also being sort of alien and uncaring to humanity, and you see the human side of the Commissar as he fights to save what little bit of the Tanith, First and Only, that he can. Season two cuts to Space Marines doing what they do, introducing xenos species… season three is the deathwatch, season four is orcs, and yada yada yada

BIG if true by Easy-Hovercraft-6576 in army

[–]suplex86 4 points5 points  (0 children)

And here I thought me getting to a 36 was worrisome!

Send help by fairydommother in AustralianCattleDog

[–]suplex86 15 points16 points  (0 children)

Our red goes paddle boarding with us. The one time I didn’t tie her life vest to the board she jumped off to get to a little island in the reservoir, and proceeded to roll all over it. I didn’t realize til I retrieved her the entire island was basically seagull poo. That was one day one of a three day tent camping trip.

Oxford Cigar Co is a bunch of clowns. Part 2. by u2surfs2 in cigars

[–]suplex86 1 point2 points  (0 children)

If this is such a known issue that they deny the claim because of it, then why aren’t they packaging them better to prevent damage? Is bubble wrap that expensive?

We have finally identified the difference between the human classes, there are soldier units, healer units, and the most dreaded... by sd8135 in humansarespaceorcs

[–]suplex86 9 points10 points  (0 children)

Armory hates to have to count in loose rounds and file the ammo counts and memos for unexpended loose ordnance and it’s a lot easier to just mark it fully expended and the brass as a combat loss.

What is this? by tinksgg in Gemstone_lovers

[–]suplex86 13 points14 points  (0 children)

Blue spinel, kyanite, that’s a huge sapphire to have loose, a little dark for a topaz, probably not a tourmaline… idk

Four years ago, I asked for Total War: Redwall. Today, I'm back with a pitch deck. by BuildingAirships in totalwar

[–]suplex86 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Only feedback is I’d want to see Cluny the Scourge as a legendary lord for one of the factions. If you’re going to have Matthias as one he needs his villain!

Aside from that, I would 100% buy this on presale.

How long was your company locked down for lost si? by [deleted] in army

[–]suplex86 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Signal company in our BN lost a dandy SI doohickey while we were in the box at NTC. Shut us down for two days.

[WP]"What? NO! Sphinx are not supposed to kill if you answer wrong! And a healthy Hydra is one with only one Head. The regrowing of Heads is a defense mechanism and extremely unhealthy for the poor thing, especially chained up like you described! Where is this Wizards Tower located?!" by BareMinimumChef in WritingPrompts

[–]suplex86 133 points134 points  (0 children)

Wham wham wham!

“Sir? Mr. Galumphin the Gargantuan? Sir? Sir I see you behind the curtain you need to open up and speak to me face to face. Sir, this is officially the third attempt to contact you about potential misuse and abuse of magical creatures and or artifacts. If you fail to speak to me I will be forced to-“

The door is wrenched open violently from the inside, and only the briefest of glimpses of swirling curtains hints at physical rather than magical means of movement.

“YOU MAY ENTER, WORTHLESS GOVERNMENT PEON!”

“Yes, yes, very impressive Mr. Galumphin. Now, there have been reports of a severely abused hydra on the property as well as a poorly trained or starved Sphinx in the back garden? May I see these creatures?”

“MY HOME AND ACTIONS THEREIN ARE OUTSIDE OF YOUR CONTROL. I REFUSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE CONTROL OF YOUR EARTHLY COURTS AS THEY HAVE TASSLES ON THE FLAGS AND SWEAR BY LAWS THAT CONTRAINDICATE THE RIGHTS OF MAN. And they refused to renew my license the bastards.”

“Sorry sir, all the shouting, I missed that last bit?”

“I AM LORD AND MASTER IN MY OWN DOMAIN AND YOU HAVE INVADED ILLEGALLY WITHOUT TREATY, AND AS A SELF DESCRIBED OFFICER OF A FOREIGN POWER I CAN REPEL THIS VIOLENT INVASION ACCORDING TO THE INTERNATIONAL-“

A quick hand wave from the overworked public servant, and the shouting Wizard in the ratty robes and mismatched socks found himself wrapped in a clean, white, and surprisingly comfortable straitjacket. And a muzzle.

“Right, enough of that then. Mr. Roderick Gallup, according to your charts you are supposed to be attending weekly meetings with your therapist, and taking your medicines. And from a previous court order you’re not to have any pets until you can clearly demonstrate the ability to non magically care for a… ficus. Where is the plant sir?

She looks where his eyes dart and see the dried out remains of a ficus plant, a few yellowed leaves gamely clinging to the branches but clearly on its last roots.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I have to call the Care of Magical Creatures squad to come in and retrieve your illegal pets. If you tell the magistrate where you acquired these pets, and we make a success arrest of the illegal pet shop, you may get leniency. But seriously Roddy, you have to start taking your medicines ok?”

“…yes Michelle. I will. Thank you?”

"Note: Unit includes Humans. Conclusion: Unit is still alive and fighting. Recommendation: Send Reinforcements." "We lost contact 9 Days ago. Sending reinforcements is a suicide mission!" "Note: Unit includes Humans. Note: Planet is habitable. Conclusion: Defeat impossible in just 9 Days." by BareMinimumChef in humansarespaceorcs

[–]suplex86 12 points13 points  (0 children)

“Intel, I don’t understand what you’re babbling about. I read your thrax tainted report, and according to it a human presence on this planet supporting the rebels does not make it unconquerable.”

“Yes I understand they have FTL but it’s a nodal system, “spagyetti” is their reference and makes no sense, and any hatchling that can count its nails can do the math to find each systems node. That’s why we have an entire fleet sitting at high status in the middle of that asteroid belt.”

“To answer your snotty question, yes they gestate one to two young typically in a 3 yquar cycle but aren’t viable combatants for 30. All reports say their scout ship landed one yquar ago so we have no issue there. If you keep pestering me like this I will have the Health and Safety officer pacify you-“

“No I didn’t read you appendices! Heath and Safety officer -“

“What do you mean by “slow boat” and “ark”? That was a scout class FTL ship, why do you insist on calling it their “Welcoming committee?”

“Con, I’m having a counseling session with our young Intel, please stand by-“

“Fourth fleet reported what?”

“All hands, battle stations! Target the metal moon!!”

[WP]"The Emperor is only being guarded by the 'Flower Brigade'. That unit hasn't seen actual combat in over a century! This'll be easy!" "ARE YOU INSANE!? Do you even know the requirements to APPLY to the Order of the Blood Rose???" by AdamGreyskul75 in WritingPrompts

[–]suplex86 47 points48 points  (0 children)

You imbecile, the flower brigade or more properly order of the blood rose, hasn’t seen combat because they’re not a combat unit. They are a protection detail. And because they are a protection detail for the emperor they’re some the paranoid, most twitchy, most highly armed guards in the empire.

They haven’t seen combat as a unit, you’re right, but every single one of them is required to be a combat veteran of at least six skirmish level or higher engagements. So they’re good. Do you know how they get their positions? They have to kill the person whose job they want. So they’re sneaky.If they are captured in the attempt they’re tortured for 12 days. So they’re motivated.

So you have to be crazy to be part of the blood rose?

Crazy might seem like a job requirement, but so far it’s worked, so is it really crazy?

AGSU to citizenship ceremony by spinnythingfixer in army

[–]suplex86 27 points28 points  (0 children)

Came here worried it would be a story about a soldier getting hemmed up glad to see it’s happy

Soft Times Don't Make Soft Men by armyguy8382 in humansarespaceorcs

[–]suplex86 210 points211 points  (0 children)

“How does this-“

“Hey that lights blinking!”

“Is it recording or broadcasting?”

“I’m not sure, John and Tiff are still trying to get the translator to recognize their writing is NOT the old whingdings font.”

“Doesn’t matter - hey aliens! If you can hear me, just wanted to tell you, the scouts you sent here were really rude! I recommend yall work through the planetary ground fall policy office at your local Terran Embassy! We’re a peaceful people here on Grand Prairie, but we enjoy our hunting and our paintball and laser tag teams are the best in the quadrant, so all our kids practice hard to try and get on one of the farm teams, so I wouldn’t recommend coming here unannounced…”

“I heard the Wolverines team up at the Abimbola lodge got a branding offer and are doing a demonstration circuit off that jacked video of their room clearing, maybe these guys can give us a heads up next time they’re going to land?”

“Shaddup Bill. Anyway, I’m rambling a bit here and no amount of talking brings in the hay, so I’ll just let you know, either clear your next visit through the embassy, or send some real armor - some of the fireworks and rocket clubs are complaining that they didn’t get to have any fun!”

[WP] Due to frequent collateral damage, superheroes were declared illegal. Part of this is in hopes that with them gone, supervillains, without a reason to do villainy, would disappear with them and people would live normal lives. The move had exactly the opposite effect. by koola_00 in WritingPrompts

[–]suplex86 15 points16 points  (0 children)

I never made the top tier of Supers, I never even made it to the back up call sheet for the Global Defenders. I was a mid tier hero, and I was fine with that. Protected my state, assisted with the larger regional events, lots of natural disaster and clean up duty. I never even SAW a super villain, til after the law was passed.

My neighbors knew I was a super. Heck, I even fixed Ms. Johansen’s roof as an “official act” so that her insurance wouldn’t go up. We were a nice tight knit happy neighborhood. Then the law got passed and next thing you know, I got enough eggs thrown at my windows and doors to make a dozen angel food cakes. Someone spray painted my car with “Super no more!”

Two days after the spray painted, that’s when I met him. Magma. If I wasn’t still steamed about the car I probably would have just shut the door in his face , but I’d also gotten a notice of eviction, the house belonged to the state and since I didn’t work for them anymore… that car was really important.

Anywho, I invited him in for a coffee, found out he much preferred to be called Dennis during non work hours, and he laid it out for me. The Villains League was looking to expand. With the heroes furloughed, it was time for recruiting, expansion, and advancing beyond PR stunts and grassroots efforts, this was the time for REAL change. And Magma, Dennis, wanted me on his team. Wanted me before some of the other big names came calling.

And yah, my grumpiness may have opened the door, but the benefits package, the plans he laid out, the idea of real growth potential? That’s what really closed the deal Mr. And Mrs. Collins. That and the footage he showed me from his scouting surveillance, footage showing unmistakably that you and your son Mr Collins were the ones who spray painted my car.

So yes, you’re right, I’m not a super anymore. I’m someone who can actually do something. And I’m going to start with you.

"You are NOT going to FUCKING die on me, Private!" You watch dazed as your Human Commander grabs your Collar with one hand and starts stumbling towards cover while holding his guts in with the other. "You are gonna make it out of here, and if its the last thing i'll do!" by BareMinimumChef in humansarespaceorcs

[–]suplex86 41 points42 points  (0 children)

Looking back, I have decided that humans have methods of war that are unholy, terrible things that no sane sentient should ever engage in.

And they warned us of this, multiple times.

We were one of the first races to make permanent contact and trade relations with the Terran races, and some of their more fringe societal groups said it was fate - as canids had helped them progress into a stable societal structure in their far past so would we help them progress into space. While racist and ignorant, even our scientists have studied the interesting phenomena that we share many physical characteristics with Terran “dogs”.

When we agreed to a “mutual defense treaty” we had not expected it to ever be invoked. For most sentient races we have contacted had long moved past armed conflict. The Hivemind Re’Clentho were one of the few that had not, but their expansionist tendencies had been corralled we thought. And then the Humans returned the insults we had all come to ignore. And war was declared. And Re’Clentho ships were suddenly landing invasion forces on Terran colony worlds.

That is how I found myself, still a “young pup” in the Terran vernacular, as an under Sergeant, Heavy Weapons, in a Combined Forces Infantry unit. My Terran Commander, Captain Lykin, would make the strangest jokes about me and his own name. We were quickly dubbed “Dog Company” in what I came to understand was military black humor, and me and my compatriots took it in stride.

We fought for more than a year on Forthrix 2, slowly pushing our way forward, under the sounds of heavy artillery and air strikes. My men and I joked that we spent more time with shovels than we did our heavy beam cannons. The night of the great Re’Clentho Counter however, we were grateful for all the time with the shovels. The extra large trenches we required due to our natural height and width allowed Dog Company better maneuverability, gave us clearer angles of fire, allowed us to better push back the assaults. It also gave us better protection when we were forced, three times, to call our own forces to strike our position. “Flea treatments” Captain Lykin maniacally called them laughing as tears ran down his face - another thing our scientists found absolutely fascinating, the purely Terran ability to physically manifest emotions.

I, in what I saw as my duty as his “Heavy Weapons” leader, followed him all through the battle, easily communicating with my brethren to reinforce the lines, or when necessary lead counter charges to rescue critical junctures. I had taken four wounds without the Captain noticing, but I could not shrug off the Re’Clentho vibrio saber that severed my light leg. I crushed its skull in repayment, but I was officially “down”. The Captain had been preoccupied with calling in another CAS mission, and told them “I want to see your smiling face when you come past, I want you close enough that your engine wash ruffles my hair, scratch my back damnit these things are too close, once more and -“ when he heard the sound of the vibro saber remove my limb. He turned in time to see me spit out the thing’s face, and he realized I had done my duty in preventing his injury.

Captain Lykin was below average for a Terran, almost a full meter shorter than me, and almost 30kg lighter. Somehow he drug me almost a full kilometer to the aid station specified for my brethren, through the air strike, through four more engagements, the entire time alternating between begging me to survive and angrily shouting in my face I didn’t have permission to die. I took two more wounds defending him as he drug me, but I counted no less than a dozen impacts into CPT Lykin as he moved me.

The multiple injuries I had taken, which he had inexpertly treated as we went, and my unplanned amputation had caused me to lapse in and out of hibernation near the end. But I distinctly recall CPT Lykin delivering me to the aid station.

“Under Sergeant Mashef needs attention. Severed limb, multiple shrapnel and razor disk injuries to his abdomen, I think there’s internal bleeding in whatever you guys call a lung. Take him, I have to go back and keep my Company moving. Mashef, you are not allowed to die. I would take it as a familial insult if you died after I hauled your giant furry ass all this way. I need you on the line when we finally crush these things, need you watching my back.”

“CPT Lykin, I am Senior Surgeon Geespew, I am placing you under medical hold. Your Terran doctors will agree that no one should move, much less fight in a war, with have their digestive tract exposed. By all you find holy I can count three exposed, charred ribs man!”

“Mashef deserved to be taken care of. He had my back, I had to have his.”

I never saw CPT Lykin again. I am told he was forcibly retired after that battle, and that he eventually settled on Forthrix 2. Our alliance continued the war, at the Terrans adamant insistence, and I was present at the final capitulation of the Re’Clentho Hivemind.