I'm going to go out on a limb and say Rainbow Warriors.

Also, Adeptus Biologis ship finds Pokemon Earth. Rage/Cum/OH GOD EXTERMINATUS BEFORE THE NIDS FIND IT?

Looks like pre-heresy Deathguard

>>8850841
Oh God

Mewtwo and a plethora of other psychic pokemen fighting off 'Nids

FUND IT

>>8850899
The pressure descended slowly, but relentlessly.

It was not so much a presence, or an absence, as a singular overload.

Imagine, if you will, a radio set to a channel being played from another country. Except the language is utterly incomprehensible, you're fairly certain humans can't make some of the noises, and it keeps fading out.

Then, get a hundred radios. Tune them all to the same station. Turn some of them up high, some of them up low, and put others on a playback delay.

Then, wire them all into a single pair of headphones.

THAT is what the scourge's commands were like-not so much a "shadow" as the Adeptans called it, but an all-consuming static of sheer incomprehensibility.

Some pokemon were weak to it-the Abras were driven from their permanent sleep, to open eyes not meant to see-many were driven mad. Psyducks went a wrong kind of sane-their permanent headaches cancelled out by the constant static, they took to muttering un-words that hurt to hear.

But in all of this, there was a panacea. Slowpokes, usually a sheer bane to our kin for their all-consuming stupidity, provided safe zones-calm, blessed silence from which we could attack properly. From there, it was possible-if difficult-to begin to override the Scourge.

Do NOT start whining to me about how your home was overrun. According to the Adeptans, we're doing unimaginably well."

Local pseudo-xenos bioconstruct "Mew-2" to indigenous human, M41.232, Sector N

>>8851696
Moar

>>8851696
MOAR

Awesome

>>8851696
Nice. :D

This fucker would come in handy

He is supposed to protect the earth

>>8851696

It had only been a few months since the Scourge had attacked, but already the world had changed.

Gym Leaders had retreated from their cities as the Scourge moved from the east, slowly moving back, bit by bit, to the most defensible place in the world-the Indigo Plateau. Built aeons ago in a time of strife, the ancestral home of the Elite Four proved a capable home for the many refugees streaming in. Pallet Town, Saffron City, and many others-Lavender Town's many ghosts chewed a hole in the Static, their very presence rending the hive-mind asunder. Some took favored bodies from the horde, while others built their own from rent flesh and broken bone.

Training had become nearly nil-outside the strictest definition of the word. Long-disused tunnels and stadiums deep beneath Victory Road were opened once more, and constant sparring became a certainty.

No trainer was to leave the blockaded Viridian City unless traveling in a group of four minimum, with an average Pokemon level of 30. Flashy attacks and number of pokemon to be used were both rescinded, League orders-every trainer carried as many suitable pokemon as possible, and fought with as many capable at a time.

The Adeptans, ambassadors of the star-empire, sent their own representatives out on any great excursion, humans fused with guns of unfamiliar make and model. These "Skitarii" were as dangerous as any well-trained Pokemon, and developed as fearsome a reputation as any good trainer.

(Yeah, it's getting a bit shit. I know.)

>>8851940
>Skitarii fighting pokenids

Not sure how feel, but want anyway

We need some Inquisitor armor for Mewtwo.

This thread must be /v/ and /tg/'s little baby.

d'awww

>>8851696
>>8851940
This actually makes me nostalgic of when Pokemon was cool and not shittied up with all these post-second-gen pokemon that don't even look like pokemon anymore. :X

>>8851696
>>8851940
Alright, fellow fa/tg/uys, you have a choice of what you want to see next.

1) Poor, young trainer explores the corridors beneath Indigo Plateau and cleans as he goes along, pondering what his life might have been like if not for the Scourge.
2) Adeptans and Silph Co refugees experiment in an attempt to render captured 'Nids controllable.
3) "Arsenals"-a look at the armories of Adeptans and Pokemon Humans. Will feature such things as massive rows of shelving going out into the middle distance, each shelf full of hundreds of pokeballs and Youngsters being trained with lasguns.
4) A Grass trainer and his Ivysaur hunt nids for bounties in Viridian Forest.
5) Mewtwo and Sabrina meditate together.
6) Adeptans take to capturing their own pokemon the same way they take to everything else-with a lot of incense, bowing, rituals, and attempt not to cause offense.

What would you like?

4,5, or 6

3 or 6. I'd be interested in hearing your ideas on what kinds of Pokemon would be most easily weaponized.

This shit is pretty gay, guys.

>>8852214
How Red fares.

>>8852214
2,6.

>>8852385
Boring Invincible Hero, that's how he fares. By the time you get to him in Silver he has a city-buster pikachu. PIKACHU.

Red's much better as the silent, distant villain.

Hurry up writefag.

>>8852268
6 it is!

What the Indigo Plateau was for humans, Lavender Town was for Pokemon. For a mile in every direction, every Ghost pokemon strong enough to warrant the name patrolled, seeking a body, seeking a kill, or merely protecting that which it had failed to guard in life. Pokemon swam in the sea, hid in the grass, and took up every bit of space they possibly could. Long-suffering caretakers kept the ancient town in shape, caring for each tombstone, each house, each pokemon as best they could, providing perches for those that flew, forage for those that ran, and a caring hand or listening ear for those that required nothing else. The depths of Rock Tunnel to the north held nothing of value to the Scourge, and the bridges to the south had long since been broken away-anything to deny the Great Enemy a chance to advance.

It was to this scene that the Adeptus Biologis came, swinging censers of sweetly scented oils, chanting thrans of ingratiation and friendship, carrying with reverent unfamiliarity the Po-keballs gifted them by those from Silph.

From halfway up Pokemon Tower, a Haunter watched, communing with several of its kin.

-The adeptans are amusing humans, are they not? Instead of the order of battle we've always used, they seek to ingratiate themselves, to try for the bond of friendship before the bond of strength has been established.-

Another of its kin, nearly indistinguishable but for pose, gave a movement possibly construable as a shrug.

-And yet, their strength is evident. Even without the assistance of partners, they strike down the Scourge that desire to do no more than devour us and add us to their essence. Surely this is nothing more than an attempt to save time?-

-You have a point. Perhaps we should, indeed, talk to these friends of Mewtwo. After all, they seek their own Pokemon; better us, than a Rattata.-

>>8852528


The ritual was, on the part of the Adeptans, a hurried, much...improvised...thing, loath as the order was to accept the concept. The Haunters that had discussed their fate only minutes before waited patiently as schematic-sigils were drawn, incense burnt, and incantations intoned, nearly sighing in relief as the Tech-Priests cast their Poke-balls. Within, the pair bided their time, resisting the panic of claustrophobia-and reacting with pleasant surprise as their world went blue as the ball locked.

...ACCESS COMPLETE. ACQUISITION SUCCESSFUL. ALLY AQUIRED.

DEFAULT DESIGNATION "HAUNTER." NAME Y/N?

N

NAMING COMPLETE. DEFAULT DESIGNATION "HAUNTER" MAINTAINED.

...

GOOD EVENING, HAUNTER. I HOPE WE HAVE NOT OFFERED OFFENSE.

(Weak, I know. I'm not working anywhere near my best here.)

>>8852536
I think it's pretty good. The possibilities offered by ghost pokemon as anti-nid/warp weapons is intriguing. I might like to see an expansion of this beyond just Pokeworld.

I refuse to watch this drown under a tide of sanguinator bullshit and some thread presumably about touhous.

NO NO!

INCONCEIVABLE!

IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR THOU SHALL LIVE.

>>8852634
Ended up as a thread about an epic level D&D 3.5e party killing everyone in Touhou.

>>8852634
I'm sorry man, it's late, and I'm tired.

I'll try and get one more story out.

-----

The young trainer was one of many among the refugees-in the world before this, he would have been a debuting trainer, ready to go out into the world with a pokemon given by a training friend, a trusted relative, or an old associate.

But in the days shortly after the advent of the Scourge, there had been no time to begin the journey of a new Trainer-time only to pull what little of value he had from his home-games and a single Potion-and flee north with his mother, his rival, and their families.

When they had reached Indigo Plateau, there was a great riot of activity, but little useful he could do. Nevertheless, he argued his case well with a distracted bureaucrat and got a newly caught Rattata, a backpack of tools, and a job for his trouble-clean out the tunnels under the Indigo Plateau, and prepare them for their new residents.

Down stairways and through hallways marked with sudden trails of footsteps through decades' worth of dust, past locked doors open for the first time in centuries, the young trainer strode. Somewhere along the way, he threw the ball down, and plucked it back when the Rattata he'd been given held it out.

Finally, when he was sure no one could hear, he slumped to the ground and let out a muffled sob.

>>8852820

It wasn't supposed to happen like this!

He'd had it all planned out-he was supposed to be getting his Pokemon today-one of the three an old family friend had long since promised. He'd gone to bed smiling, sure the next day would hold the beginning to a great adventure...

...only to be awoken bare hours later by his panicked mother, packing away his NES and potion into his backpack with a large jar of peanut butter, some jam, and a loaf of bread, and fleeing the rattling rumble coming from the south.

A second sob joined the first, and soon, the young trainer was crying bitter tears, weeping for a future lost.

Sharp claws barely dug into his skin as the Rattata climbed its way up to his shoulder and nuzzled against him, licking at his tears, trying to comfort its trainer.
It worked.
The young trainer looked up, and pulled an arm across his eyes, sniffing a bit, and standing up, closing the pokeball he'd been loosely dangling from half-open fingers.
"So, you're Rattata, I suppose."
"Ta ra ra, ra ra ta ta rattata."
"Yeah, pleasure's mine, I guess."
The young trainer took a moment to look down, noting the thick dust, marred only by his footsteps and his tears.

"Guess this is as good a place to start as any. In any case, my name's Red. Hold the dustpan for me, would you?"

>>8852826
FUCKING LIES AND SLANDER.

RED IS A GOD AMONG MEN AND YOU ARE A FILTHY LIAR.

This kid had better have been named in honor of THE red or we will have WORDS.

>>8852870
Okay, I just tried to type a rebuttal twice times in a row, only for 4chan to eat my post. And my version of Red was going to be just as badass, if in a slightly different way.

The fuck is going on here?

>>8853033
Trying again.
---
TBH, I'm assuming that Red=Ash, and therefore that most of his supposed "skill" came from getting Super Pikachu early on. In this verse he didn't get a whole lot of power right off the bat, so he's going to be a lot more wily. Think more Catachan Jungle Fighter-he's going to be as good with a lasgun or stub rifle as he is with a pokeball, and decidedly more clever than Ash.

tl;dr this pic, but with Brock as well as Misty, a Rattata instead of a Pikachu, and a hellgun strap under the Rattata.

>>8853086
Unacceptable. Ash is not Red is not Ash.

Change his name or something.

>>8853106
Tell me who this Red you're trying to sell is.

I'm trying to go for a more STALKER than Pokemon feeling here. There's no -one- amazing Trainer-there are a few really good ones, a decent chunk of okay ones, and a bunch of scrubs attempting to become the former and usually ending up as the latter. Better to have the talent spread out than in one tasty package of biomass for the nids to munch before they fuck over the entire world.

>>8853140
The red from the games, who is very clearly not the same person as Ash. He appears in G/S and is a scary-powerful endgame trainer hidden deep in a mountain.

>>8853106
Ash is Red.

Silver and Gold make that pretty obvious.
Gary is Blue.

>>8853161
They look the same, but are very clearly not. They don't act the same or experience the same narrative.

Red, for one thing, actually managed to win something instead of pointlessly meandering for ten years.

>>8853140
Red was the chosen one. He's the trainer who woke up early and got his pokemon on time, unlike Ash. He dominated the gyms, faster than Gary Oak did. He fought Team Rocket to a stand still and won.

Red was the hero. Ash got the TV series. ;__;

>>8853166
>>8853165
>>8853161
>>8853153
Bottom line is this-I'm assuming whoever else he might have been, Red is the player character. The attempt here is to make the reader realize -this is not your childhood's pokemon-, here is a place where all your pokemon being too fucked up to fight means the Nids nom you and your pokemon, where a lasgun is just as useful a tool as a Repel or pokeball.

I'm not going to say there are no heroes, because there will be-but there are not going to be any Grecian-style ultra-heroes that can do no wrong. Red is going to be tough; he is going to be clever, he is going to be an excellent trainer-but he is NOT going to have a solid belt of rare Lv80 pokemon.

Now. What next?

Red: pretty decent manga that is more grimdark than anime so /tg/ creams over it.

Ash: anime that is barely more than an advertisement for pokemon merchandise.

>>8853229
Eh, fine with me I guess.

I'm looking forward to more ghost-dickery myself.

>>8853229

Name him Jack.
That way, you estabilish that he is a different character than both Ash and Red. Plus you avoid pissing off Red-fans.

>>8853295
Sound idea

>>8853316

Hell yeah.
There's the rival, Johnny

Bump

>>8853238
Good nuff.
---
The Adeptans had returned to their own addition to the Indigo Plateau-a tower of rust-red steel marked with their skull-and-gear sigil, dangling cables here and there, rising from the soil and burrowed deep into the rock. Upon their return, the Tech-Priests had been greeted with approval and...tacit approval, as best Haunter could understand it. Despite working with flesh rather than machine, the Adeptus Biologis was still very much part of the Adeptus Mechanicus, and it showed in their philosophy. Emotion was limited, if not completely eliminated, what little remained kept for reasons of pragmatism. One who knows fear can know caution; one who knows happiness can strive for it through perfection of technique; one who knows anger can hone it into a weapon.

The Tech-Priest had opted to write the systems of the pokeball he had been given into his augmetics, and as such his Pokemon communed with him at a nearly constant rate. The connection was an odd one-Haunter found himself capable of browsing the Tech-Priest's files nearly constantly, only to have the Tech-Priest comment on his memories in turn.

As they would with any new and unfamiliar technology, Haunter and his trainer had been sequestered away in a chamber for study. Cables of blessed wire ran across the floor and dipped to and from ports marked with purity seals. A slow fan carried a faint haze of incense proof against daemonic corruption, and the techpriest murmured sacraments while disassembling a small machine of some sort.

All of this, Haunter watched with curiosity and a certain amount of confusion. The Tech-Priest assembled the little engine with the ease and absentmindedness of long practice, and yet he continued to build the same thing again and again-something that struck the Pokemon as extremely pointless.

-So, why are you building that?-

>>8853410
IT IS PROOF AGAINST THE WARP. The techpriest replied simply. TO FOCUS ON A REPETITIVE BUT FAMILIAR TASK HYPNOTIZES DAEMONS INTO INACTION, OR DRIVES THEM AWAY THROUGH ENNUI.

-So...in short, it bores them to death.-

The tech-priest's respirator buzzed for a second, and amusement registered across Haunter's consciousness for a moment.

THE ECCLESIARCHY WOULD COMPLAIN OF THAT BEING NEEDLESSLY CONCISE, BUT YES, YOU ARE CORRECT. NEVERTHELESS, IT IS A NEEDFUL THING. EVEN NOW MY ASSOCIATES ATTEMPT TO CONFIRM THAT YOU ARE NOT A DAEMON-FOR TO DISCOVER A POSSIBLE WEAPON AGAINST THE TYRANIDS ONLY TO LOSE OUR SOULS TO CREATURES OF THE WARP WOULD BE...DISAPPOINTING.
The Tech-Priest's tone expressed slightly more than the one word-an indication of centuries spent experiencing roughly the same thing from many new techniques and technologies. In truth, it was a necessary task, if a tedious one.

>>8853472
Try to remember: Haunters are dicks.

>>8853410

Literal "Ghost in the Shell"?

Daddy Like.

My level 38 Haunter is great, I taught him Shadow Claw and Shadow Ball.

>>8853545
I'm confused.

Keep it up writefag!

>>8853560

Why?

>>8853545
What the fuck man?

Teach him Nightmare, Curse, Hypnosis and Dream Eater.
Then do the same with 4 more and keep a tank of some sort.
Now you can take on pokemons 20 levels above yours thank to the ungodly speed of the haunter/gengar.

That is if you can get the fucker asleep

>>8853515
You have to admire the beautiful simplicity.

What's more awesome than a Tech Priest?


A haunted tech priest.

>>8853583

I'm not very good at pokemon moves so I don't know what's good.

My team will be:

Gengar
Charizard
Alakazam
Garchomp
Blissey
Umbreon

Do you like?

This thread gives me the idea that the imperium would begin cloning the shit out of pokemans to fight against KAYOSS

>>8853606
>>8853583
>>8853545
Please keep such comments on /v/

>>8853606
Firstly which game are you playing?

>>8853612
Just wait. They'll be using Slowpokes like Ysalamiri.

>>8853606
>>8853582

Tell me why aren't you banned, again?

>>8853617

Sowwy.

>>8853621

Heartgold, man!

>>8853625

Aren't Slowpokes, according to this writefag, kinda' like blanks/nulls without the human-HAET aura?

This writefag needs a name

>>8853638
Precisely.

>>8853630
Okay I have no idea where that would be placed.
Also I just noticed who I was talking to.
Polite sage beacuse I like the topic just not you

>>8853655

O-oh...

H-how upsetting...

>>8853663
Sorry, nothing personal. It's just that I hate every person who tries to hard to be liked and/or trolling.

>>8853655
>>8853665

All of a sudden there is a namefag that I've taken a liking to

>>8853665

But all I was doing was talking about pokemon teams, after all.

I don't get it.. I'm not a bad guy..

>>8853682
Guise, stop feeding the troll

>>8853472
-So, then...what is this...*warp*, thing? And what's a daemon?-

The Tech-Priest's reply was first a wordless one of amusement, quickly followed by bemusement-and then abject confusion.

I-WHAT? YOU DO NOT KNOW OF THE WARP? WHERE ALL SOULS GO WHEN THEY DIE?
...YOUR WORLD IS STRANGE, BUT I/WE WAS CERTAIN THAT IT...WASN'T DISCONNECTED FROM THE IMMATERIUM.

-No, I'm being serious. I honestly don't know. When Pokemon die, they become ghosts, and sometimes Ghost pokemon like my kin and I-first Gastly, then Haunter and finally Gengar. Humans become ghosts too, sometimes, but not as often...and I've never heard of a 'warp' from them. What is it?-

...IN TRUTH, NOT MANY KNOW. THE WARP GOES BY MANY NAMES-IMMATERIUM, WARPSPACE, ETHERIUM, AETHER, THE SEA OF SOULS, AND THE TWISTING NETHER. IT IS BOTH A PLACE BESIDE SPACE AND NOT, WHERE ALL CONCEPTS ARE MUTABLE-I AM INSUFFICIENTLY PIOUS TO BE ALLOWED TO KNOW MORE. I APOLOGIZE, HAUNTER.

-It's alright.-

THANK YOU. BUT-ARE YOU SURE? IS THERE NO WARP AROUND THIS WORLD?

>>8853682
Just be quiet and quit ruining the thread.

>>8853685

Seconded.
Ahh, where is the OP? I want the next part

>>8853692

O-okay... If It'll make you happy...

>>8853690
That's silly. If there's no warp, how are there psychic types?

Well pokemon violate pretty much every physical law, much less the biological ones. It's entirely possible they operate on more complex phenomenon.

Btw, you're awesome writefag, please continue.

>>8853690
-I don't know. Your kin call the Static a "shadow in the Warp," but the Psychic pokemon just know it as a constant noise. We Ghosts are powerful against Psychics, despite sharing some of their traits.-

PSYCHICS, YOU SAY. DO YOU MEAN PSYKERS? PSYKERS CONNECT TO THE WARP AND CHANNEL IT AGAINST THEIR FOES IN LIGHTNING, IN MIND-MELDING AND IN MENTAL ATTACKS, TO LIFT AND MOVE THINGS AND TO TURN THE EFFECTS OF THE TWISTING NETHER AGAINST THEIR FOES, WHILE BEING SUBJECT TO ITS BACKLASH. YET I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANY OF YOUR PSYKERS BURN OUT, OR MUTATE, OR BREAK OUT IN CHRONIC DAEMONS. The Tech-Priest indicated amusement again. SEE? I TOO CAN BE FUNNY.

>>8853763
No you can't, silly techpriest. Although that too is amusing.

bomp

I think the writefag went to sleep, hope he continues later.

>>8853774
>>8853763
Alright, I'm going to be straight with you lot. Right now I'm awake mostly through inertia; I have little doubt that if I were to close my laptop, turn on my fan and turn off my light, I could roll over and be asleep in seconds.

But since I don't want to just up and leave a thread in which people are approving of me, I'm just going to leave behind a few facts from this particular timeline.

-The Tech-Priest's name is Wilhelm.
-Slowpoke work something akin to underclocking-they slow things down metaphysically enough that the "haze" of the Shadow in the Warp is merely redirected into its various (still incomprehensible) commands, allowing attempts at deciphering or remote hijacking of synapse creatures, though the latter is limited mostly to Mewtwo, Alakazams, and Hypnoes (Hypni?) and other Psychic pokemon of sufficient mental might.
-This goes for Slowbro as well, though the slowing is lessened but ease of thought is greatened. Slowking, if used in this universe, would be able to control synapse creatures, but not provide the same aura.
-The slowing effect will work on Daemons, as they are creatures of pure thought.
-Most Psychic pokemon can communicate through thought, but most haven't bothered. Psyduck communications are heralded and identified by strong sympathetic pain.
-Red will end up bedding Misty, befriending Brock, winning a Hellgun in a poker game, and possibly gaining an Ivysaur.
-Super Pikachu will end up being studied by the AdBio and provide a decent chunk of Indigo Plateau's power.

>>8853941
Thanks, and if you're going to continue this please say when and where.

hmmm, what of the Dark Types...? not to mention the Legendaries.

Man, i'm sure Dakarai would seriously fuck up the 'Nids.

>>8853958
Tomorrow morning/afternoon, if the thread is still here. I'm copying everything into a RichText, just to be sure.

>>8853982
By tomorrow you mean Tuesday?

>>8854004
Errr, later today, I guess. With luck, anyway.

God, I am going to sleep like a rock. I'm kinda annoyed with myself, too-I've been trying to fix my sleep cycle.

>>8854017
K thanks, go sleep.

>>8853969

Especially if he looked like this

>>8854017
Sleep well noble writefag. we'll keep this thread alive

rolled 51 = 51

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/8741802/
Where do the Glitch pokemon/ Eldritch abominations fit in?
DO they fit in?
Beings whose very existence seems to have a habit of corrupting reality, but promise great power/wealth/whatever in return?
Think about it- it seems right for a bleak setting such as this- going after it, going through hell and back o get to something rumored to be more powerful than these things, only to discover that it's something as bad if not worse?

>>8854147
Maybe pokemon that somehow got a taste of the warp and got mutated by it?

>>8854172
I knew it was coming eventually. Nothing can remain ure on this board, it always gets 40kfagged up.

Bits of static made manifest that slip in and out of reality

>>8854176
Dude the whole premise of the story is a cross with 40k

>>8854147

Things like Missingno would be powerful allies, but unfortunately they just enjoy breaking people's minds (if they can enjoy or think at all). Their mind-shattering presence had caused the nids to stay the fuck away from "infected" areas where glitch Pokemon reside. No-one is allowed in there - the Adeptus think they're daemons of a sort, and the Pokeworlders just don't know what the fuck.

Missingno is from the warp.

>>8854205

Missingo IS the warp. A sentient piece of warp that... likes Cinnibar Beach, I guess.

>>8854210
Missingno are Malal's demons.

rolled 60 = 60

>>8854172
Huh... that actually makes sense.
Also, this thing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DB6RNuXM90&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIp497fo0sA
That song... A song that seems to be comprised of just random crap that makes no sense, and yet feels like it has a melody that you can't quite make out, that's just on the edge of perception.
Yeah, that can't be a good thing in this kind of setting.
Also, this feels like a thread that needs archived.

>>8854229

It's a slaaneshii daemon that has hypontised the player with it's unearthly song.

>>8854271
Should we include the chaos gods in this one?

rolled 82 = 82

>>8854302
I don't see why not.
Add another level of "everyone's fucked" to the mix.

>>8854302

Nah, probably not. The whole thing's a clustrerfuck with the Tryanids as it is. Missingno and company could still be mind-raping horrors, but the Adeptus would view them as daemons and KILL KILL KILL

>>8854302
Yes, but I only feel that missingno can only bea slanneshi creation. It has the power you need. It makes everything more enjoyable... at the great cost of your soul. It will ultimately cause you some of the most unimaginable pain..... That's why I keep this fucker with me. Protects me from the internet.

>>8854323

Porygons can dive into the warp, allowing people to Deep Strike to other cities, ensuring a constant supply line that the Tyranids cannot touch. Daemons are countered with heavy use of dark-types.

shit this is gonna be awesome!

wait EMPEROR APPEARS WITH ARCEUS?

>>8854362
I thought they would be viewed as Machine spirits made manifest in the material plane

>>8854379

That too, I guess, or they'd be viewed as Technoheresy or something.

I'm telling ya, the black and white mess of demonic static that are missingno is totally a Malal thing.

Parasitic, corrupts everything, including itself at times.

>>8854394
How about a special form of machine spirit made exclusively to travel through the warp uncorrupted to other cities, therefore establishing a communications and supply line that the nids aren't able to access?

>>8854435

And there we go.

>>8854447
...Yeah, that's not too good, is it? How would you have them?

We need some Metagross action here. A steel/psychic type. Smarter then a supercomputer. A walking tank with flight capabilities. Hell look at it's pokedex entry from Sapphire: When hunting, this Pokémon pins the prey to the ground under its massive body. It then eats the helpless victim using the large mouth on its stomach.

And where the hell are the legendaries during this shit. Rayquaza defender of the sky? Or hell Palkia and Dialgia control fucking Time and Space! Or Giratina controls antimatter. The only one mentioned is Mewtwo so far. And he's powerful sure, but dammnit he isn't even in the same class as some of the others. Celebi can fucking time travel, and Jarachi grants wishes.

rolled 56 = 56

>>8854371
The legendaries are either off fighting bigger battles, or have run for their lives. Your pick.

Maybe unrelated

But I think if the entire pokemon world banded together they could fight off the imperium (as long as they didn't use virus bombs...and even then)

>>8854779
Do you know what you get when Alien viruses attack the Pokemon world? Deoxys is what you fucking get.
Either that or the Pokerus. Which makes pokemon fucking stronger!

Bump, last one, going to try and sleep a bit, keep the thread alive.
Or at least Archive it.

>>8854721
Psychics don't seem to do so well v the whole Shadow in the Warp thing, but the Steel bits might help a little.

Also, at least one AM should totally have a Magnemite because look it is so cute but so stuck to his mechadendrite.

Suddenly Damos appears, "By Tau, Time and Space will be transcended, for the Greater Good."

Alright folks, I'm back. Woke up, had a bowl of off-brand Totally Not Cinnamon Toast Crunch We Swear, and let my laptop boot up while I ate it.

Few things I'm going to lay down right here-

-The various Glitch Pokemon are going to be from interaction between the "un-words" Mewtwo mentioned and unsuspecting Porygons, with a touch of Static in for flavor. Missingno and Mark Female aren't Daemons except in the loosest sense, as in "creatures of the warp with something wrong with them." Missingno still clones items endlessly, but again, it's a creature of scrapcode, which scares the fuck out of the AdMech.
-This is JUST Gen I. I'm fond of Gen II, but if I let that in then I have to let Jirachi in, and Jirachi is just solid hax. Plus, he looks fucking stupid. On the other hand, pokemon are still monotremes (egg-laying mammals, for any underage B&s reading) and I'm debating whether to add Gen II's Berries.
-No, neither the God-Emperor or Arceus will be showing up, for the same reason Jesus doesn't come flying out of the sky in STALKER, bitch-slap the Monolith, and lead the Military, Loners, Duty, and Freedom into HARMONY HARMONY OH LOVE. If the idea amuses you, you can write; write it somewhere else.

Anyway. We can continue with Haunter and Wilhelm, or move on to Arsenals-or see Red's first meeting with Brock. What would you prefer, fellow fa/tg/uys?

Then again, the Admech would be delighted with Pokemon like Porygon, and probably highly amused with ones like a Scizor. A machine-flesh hybrid, naturally intergrated? Fascinating.

ker bump

>>8860789
You know, you COULD add a request for what you want. I thrive on feedback-positive loved, negative acknowledged if constructive.

>>8861168
More Haunter and Wilhelm, please.

>>8859980

You are now realizing the planet Murder was the Scizor home world

I vote Ash and Brock.
I'm interested to see how that meeting goes.

>>8861168
crap. tierd sorry. ummm Wilhelm would be cool. I think more mewtwo would be interesting.

what happens if you throw a pokeball and capture a nid?

>>8861510
That's something Silph is working to do right now. Unfortunately, right now, most 'Nids lack the genetic marker that allows pokeballs to capture them. Reverse-engineering the basic Pokeball design takes time.

>>8861510
...Huh. That DOES make me wonder.
As they, as I understand it, store things inside them as data, what WOULD happen?
Massive amounts of pokeballs+emp=FUCKSHITUP?

>>8859980
The last time Admech fucked with a Informatic virus, Mars was destroyed and all the knowledge from humanity was lost.

>>8861650
Nevermind then.

>>8861668

Damn, there was a pic floating around that could illustrate perfectly what would happen. It involved Slowpoke and wireless transfer. Let me see if I can dig it up..

What happens if a Ork Spore infects a Paras instead of the normal fungus?
You'd have a Nob growing out of a paras.

>>8861729
...I just pictured a paras with Dakka instead of mushrooms.
Holycrap.
>>8859980
>A machine-flesh hybrid, naturally integrated?
Blastiose.
A turtle that seems to have a limitless supply of water within it, and it EVOLVES GUNS OUT OF ITS BACK.

>>8854125
Darkrai Eva?

Wait, Gen 1? The gen where Dark Type doesn't exist, and the only Ghosts are the Ghastly line (which, being Poison, was weak against Psychic)?

And this thing. Only one Ghost type, but tons of ghosts.

>>8862134
Actually, I may involve the Dark type, since Psychic is involved with the Warp. It'd be hilarious to see a stereotypically "evil" group of Pokemon destroying Daemons.

Also, I don't remember if Ghosts were strong or weak against Psychic in Gen I. It's been a long time.

>>8862281
All ghost pokemon had poison secondary in gen 1.
But no, ghost itself wasn't weak to psychic. Ghost attacks fucked psychic type's shit up, but the only ones were lick and nightshade, and nightshade was fixed damage as I recall.

>>8859434
red and brock please

>>8862338
And Lick was glitched! Red and Blue (and Green) were buggy pieces of shit.

More Adeptus because spooky ghost sidekicks are great.

>>8861840

Yep. Another natural biologically grown servitor beast, only intelligent to the point of near-human.

Giving this a little bump to make sure it doesn't fall off Page 15 while I'm writing.

Every wise government keeps a stock of weapons. For one, it might be chemically-propelled lead. For another, honed steel. For a third, burning plasma.

The Pokemon League kept Pokemon.

No Champion lives forever. When a Champion dies, an Elite dies, a highly ranked Trainer dies, their Pokemon are set aside, kept in the stasis of their Pokeballs.

Beneath the Indigo Plateau, doors closed for decades slid open, lights murmuring and flickering on, shelves of meticulously labeled Balls and Apricorns stretching into the distance.

Here, the finest weapons the League have ever collected remain. Every stage of Pokemon development is here, every level, every move and strategy represented.

For the first time in decades, it is necessary to use them.

Rattatas captured to keep them from damaging food supplies, Mankeys captured to keep them from vandalism, Tentacool captured en masse during blooms, Spearow and Pidgey culled from mass migrations and Nidoran of both genders are distributed to every child of Training age. Proven trainers receive Ponyta, Tentacruel, Geodude, Oddish, Sandshrew, Pikachu and Bellsprout.

All others are gained by merit.

Old gymnasiums and stadiums are unmothballed; lights brought on and every trainer with a Pikachu paid and fed to feed electricity into batteries empty for lack of need. Generators thrum into life, hydroponic vats fill, and the Indigo Plateau reveals the hidden 75% of its metaphorical iceberg.

All of this is needed for the many refugees.

>>8866553

Must... Have... MOAR!

The Adeptans are shocked. By all rights, nowhere near this many people should have survived-and yet, here they are, borne on the Pokemon of Gym Leaders and strong local Trainers. After the first wave, scanners are put in place, and yet no Genestealers, no packages, no hidden mutations are found.

Rather than endanger just-blossomed relations, the Adeptus Biologis takes it at face value. The age of a trainer is much the same of that of a conscript on a world under attack-so factories in the Adeptus Biologis Auxiliary Tower whirr into life. Parts are stamped, cast, and welded, newly inducted Acolytes learning the craft of circuitry by building lasgun after lasgun. Battery packs and the weapons to use them are churned out, one by one, issued to trainers only just handed their own first Pokemon.

Those with Pokemon that can dig, command them to do so, for firing ranges are needed. Any Trainer desiring a stipend to seek better Pokemon, better food, or better lodgings, may train his Pokemon or his own skill as a sharpshooter.

The smell of ozone becomes a familiar and somewhat comforting one.

It is in this frenzy that Red meets Brock, assigned by an overworked bureaucrat to a firing range yet unbuilt. The Pewter City Gym Leader is surprisingly less gruff than he seems on first glance, and gives the young trainer his second pokemon-a Sandshrew eager to help dig away the strong brown rock.

They dig a full range before lunch is called, and sit down in the as-of-yet still rough room, excess rock cut into large slabs for target use. It is on such a slab that the Gym Leader and the young trainer commiserate. Red has a PB&J that he shares with his Rattata, while his new Sandshrew finds a choice bit of rock and gnaws at it. Brock's Geodude has dug well, and joins the Sandshrew in its repast.

"So...a Gym Leader?"

"Yeah. Pewter City is more or less defensible as is-what with the canyon surrounding Route 3, and the emptiness of Mount Moon, the Tyranids won't have anything to eat-not to mention that Mewtwo's home is near there. I'm told he can wrest control from them and turn them against each other." Brock took a bite from his sandwich, chewed for a moment, and swallowed before speaking again. "But most of the people up in Pewter Town are high-ranking League associates keeping an eye on the place anyway. Since the whole Gym Challenge system is down for however long the invasion lasts, I'm here, helping to dig more homes. I'm just kinda surprised how much was already here."

Red pulled off a corner of his sandwich and handed it to his Rattata, stroking the little Pokemon behind the ear as it eats. "That's...pretty decent of you-and yeah, I would never have guessed all of this was under here, from the time Mom brought me up to see. How long do you think this is going to last?"

At that, Brock stopped for a moment, chewing contemplatively, before swallowing again and shrugging with a sigh. "Truth be told, I don't really know. The Adeptans are shocked it's all going so well-according to them, with a planet of our "tech level," we'd all be dead already...if it weren't for the "indigenous xenofauna." He patted his Geodude on the head. "All I know is, I'm not gonna count my Pokemon before they hatch. If we win, then so much the better. Until we win, there's no point to posturing about like a bunch of Fearow. All I know is-if we survive this, this is going to be the hardest generation of Trainers the world has ever known."

>>8867025

I love you. Do you mind if I copy-paste your awesomeness and work on it in my spare time, mostly for my own enjoyment?

>>8853969
anti warp.

>>8867025
hey man, you should mention that the presence of dark types scares the shit out of daemons or some shit like that.

>>8867025
Wait, homes underground
fighting armies of things with evolution?
sure is gurren laggan around here

>>8867209

And this is why I love /tg/. Only you guys can make these kind of connections.

F5

>>8866553
>>8866978
>>8867025

You deserve one of these and so much more. Best thing I've seen on /tg/ in some time.

WHERE ARE YOU MY LORD WRITEFAG?

bump

>>8853941
>-Red will end up bedding Misty, befriending Brock, winning a Hellgun in a poker game, and possibly gaining an Ivysaur.

FUCK YEAR

>>8862281
tyranitars vs bloodletters. holy shit

this thread has been saved for prosperity, god let it keep going

Holy shit I'm crying this is so beautiful.

>>8867025
All too soon, lunch is over. Red finishes his sandwich and milk; Brock finishes the last of his ham and cheese, and both return to work. Another range and a half are dug that afternoon, before afternoon becomes evening, and the call for dinner is sounded.

In the meantime, Brock and Red have become quick friends. Come dinnertime, the young trainer brings the Gym Leader to the table his mother claimed, and introduces him-much to his mother's pleasant surprise.
That night, dinner is a vegetable stir-fry over rice; a simple meal easily prepared from the supplies brought by those farmers mindful enough to bring provisions and to deny the Tyranids the same. It is a peaceful repast, broken with the occasional joke and playful flirting from Brock, flirts that Red's mother takes in stride.

After dinner and a quiet game of regicide, trainer and Gym Leader part ways, each heading to their own rooms. Red and his mother have a bunk-bed in a temporary barracks while more personal accommodations are dug.

Under an unfamiliar ceiling, to a call of "LIGHTS OUT!", Red falls asleep. It wasn't quite the adventure he imagined a few days ago, but it'll do.

MOAR

oh dont forget Lt Surge! he is a military man after all!

>>8868177
It is morning, of a sort. The lights overhead rise slowly, from predawn twilight, to half-light, to full. In the barracks, people slowly begin to move, easing awake in beds unused for years, leaving quietly as not to rouse their fellows.

Red curls under a rough blanket, eyes tightly closed. He doesn't WANT to get up-it's nice and warm-but the light doesn't let up. With a groan, he lets his eyes open, and notes the Rattata curled, itself, next to him.

Oh, right.

With a groan, Red sat up and grabbed his hat from the bedpost, settling it over uncombed hair as he does every morning. Scooting his Rattata carefully into his lap, he sits cross-legged and rubs sleep from his eyes, yawning quietly and stretching, before noting an object at the base of his bed-a pokeball,

Attatched is a note.

=Figured you could use another Pokemon. It's a Tentacool, so it's not much, but Misty is teaching swimming and water tactics down at the Reservoirs. Just a little something for your help yesterday.

Kudos, Brock.=

With a smile, Red hops down from the bed and tosses on a fresh shirt, slinging his lasgun over his shoulder and buckling his belt, clipping the pokeball to it and flipping the note over. On the back is a map-and instructions to the Reservoir.

>>8867105
Feel free. If you want to turn this into a full campaign setting, then you have my wholehearted approval.

I still need to decide which Hive Fleet is attacking Poke-Earth. Probably a new one called Hekatonchieres, since I always had a soft spot for those hundred-handed abominations.

>>8868402
I love the contrast, with lasguns being mentioned alongside pokemon as if it's an everyday thing. Great writing! What it lacks in professional editing/touches it more than makes up for in awesome concept.

Shit, have we hit autosage?

I think we hit autosage.

MOOAAARRRR

What? Autosage already? Shit.

Holy crap. This thread is fucking awesome.

I'm going to bed, but I look forward to more from you, Adeptan Writefag.

>>8868672
No, wait, we're fine.
-===-
It's a bit of a walk, but Red is getting used to walking. He'd known it would be a necessary thing as a Pokemon trainer, but he'd expected a bit more...sun, really.

But then, that was the old plan. And there isn't any point to the old plan anymore.

He hears the reservoir before he sees it-the characteristic splashing of either a pokemon battle or children at play. Judging by the happy yells and attack commands, he'd guess both-albeit happening in different areas.

With a start, it really hits him-this isn't a joke, or a game. Sure, he might be able to imagine all this happening as some great training program, but why bring the small children he can obviously hear frolicking in the shallows?

It's confirmed as he turns another corner, into a massive cavern. A sandy beach about five hundred yards distant is a playground for a riot of small children, a few dozen harried caretakers, and a trio of Chansey. Several are building a sand castle, and another two are arguing about it.

He turns the other way, and sees the source of the other sound he'd heard. A young woman in bright yellow with blue cutoffs and bright orange hair is kneeling next to a kid only a year or two his junior, talking to him about the aimlessly splashing Magikarp trying-and failing-to find a use for itself.

With another start, he realizes she can't be much older than he is-two to four years at the most.

The kid sighs, grabs a shiny gold pokeball, and summons the useless Pokemon back, only for the orange-haired girl to pat him on the shoulder, hand him a map, and indicate something. With a grin, the kid nods and races off, passing him after a second.

Red is watching him dash up the stairs when the orange-haired girl steps up next to him.

"You're Red, right?"

>>8869193

Forgot your name.

>>8869193
"Brock had a word with me yesterday-asked me to teach you about Water-types. Said he'd get you a Tentacool-yeah, that's it, isn't it? Good 'nuff...listen, there's a locker room over there." She nodded at a squat concrete building against a nearby wall. "There'll be a few boxes of trunks in there, and a lock with a key in whichever locker you choose. Go on and get changed, and meet me on the end of the pier."


As promised, there are indeed a few boxes of trunks-neatly folded and made of inexpensive but sturdy cloth. The locker contains its lock-a heavy but durable thing-and a towel, as well as a mirror and a pair of swimmer's sandals.

The room is empty, but Red changes quickly nonetheless, locking his backpack and his other clothes inside his locker. His lasgun, his hat, and his belt come along-as well as Rattata, moving from its usual perch on his shoulder to one atop his hat. Minutes later, he's back outside, the sandals slapping his feet, to a smiling orange-haired.

"Whaddya know, you look good in a swimsuit. C'mon, let's hit the pool. Once you're in, we'll begin."

She strides off, only to look over her shoulder for a moment.

"Oh, and by the way, my name's Misty."

Attention worryfags: Bump limit has been 300 for a couple weeks now, and image limit is 150.

>>8869278
Whoops, so I did. Sorry about that.

But you know it's me, so it's all good.

bump

Bump!

>>8869409
The water is...neutral, really, not really cold enough to be cold, but not warm enough to be warm either. Around his feet, however, it begins to get plenty cold-enough that Red quickly jerks his feet up before he begins to shiver.
Misty noticed, and chuckled. "Yeah, despite the warm top level, this is a spring-fed cavern lake. As for the cold, well...you'll get used to it after a while.I barely even feel it anymore."

For emphasis, she dives, and deep. For a moment, Red wonders where she's gone, peering into the depths-before he hears the sound of a splash behind him. He turns, and she's there-grinning happily.

"Plus, I could teach you to swim, too. Your basic doggy paddle won't do you much good, and you'll need a backup if your Tentacool is knocked out mid-surf."

----

Alright, I'm going to be absolutely honest here. I'm a bit stuck. I'm not too good with interpersonal beyond the incidental, much less Misty being...well, Misty. So, instead, have some insight into the Indigo Underground.

NO, GODDAMNIT.

I COME TO /TG/ TO ESCAPE THE POKEFAGS ON /V/

YOU WILL NOT SHIT UP THIS BOARD WITH THIS CHILDISH SHIT.

>>8870063
Pokemon with lasguns. Fuck you, this is fucking awesome.

>>8870063
It's one fucking thread, so shut your whore mouth

>>8870125

Going to have to do alot better than simply mentioning lasguns and tyranids to make this /tg/ related.

>>8870015
The Indigo Underground is HUGE. Somewhere in the past, some Champion or planner decided it'd be needful to make a bolt-hole for the better part of Kanto, and the Indigo Underground is the result. By in large it's shelled in concrete, along the same style as Team Rocket uses-it's entirely likely that some of Team Rocket's bases are prototypes or aborted attempts to build or interconnect the Underground. It's entirely possible that there are tunnels that'll lead to the Rocket Bases and various tunnels, but that won't be for a while.

-There is going to be a timeskip of about six years after a bit more writing in this time period. The Pokemon League will have entrenched itself but expanded, creating massive walls of stone through sheer number of trainers with Rock-types. The wall will be around everything from the sea just south of Pallet Town to just about Cerulean City. Trainers will be split into several classes-Trainers being your freelancers, Pokemon Guard sponsored by the League and AdBiologis, Pokemon Rangers serving as scouts and snipers, and various specialized subgroups for different biomes-Snowguard, Seaguard, Stoneguard, etc etc.
-Red is going to be a Pokemon Ranger. No, it will have nothing to do with the Pokemon Ranger game; think STALKER with a lasgun and a belt of Pokeballs, possibly on a motorbike.
-Lance will not feature heavily. Mostly he's commanding from the rear, as the League can't afford to have the Nids nom him. Ditto the Elite Four.

thread is saved, here is hoping that its still good when i get up back from work tomorrow, and op/writefag, you rock.

>>8870063
FUCK YOU I WANT TO SEE A HIVE TYRANT GET CURBSTOMPED BY NEEDOKING

>>8870246
Fund it

>>8868450

Sadly, I really don't know shit about 40K, so I'll have to use some creativity and make up the alien lore to my own satisfaction. Unless you know an online resource for 40K lore? Otherwise, I'd like to create a custom ruleset for the game anyway, as game design is more my thing. Cool?

>>8870495
You're on /tg/ as a namefag and you know next to nothing about 40k?

You are either a liar, or a troll.

>>8870222
What's the name of this story?

>>8870522

Neither, man. Sorry. I tried to get into 40K a year or so back, but I just couldn't stand the painting required. I still fuckin' love ORKS though. I do know a good bit about them.

>>8870573
Fair enough, sir. Have some information that doesn't require painting.

http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page

>>8870728
Thanks! I'll thumb through this. I'll still probably make up my own aliens to fill the spots for the Tyranids and the Adeptans, both to add a little creative challenge to myself and because I won't be afraid of pissing off good gentlemen like yourselves. This will be useful, though.

>>8870565
The name of the text file is "Unknown 40k+Pokemon Crossover," so as you can tell, I don't really know myself.

Suggest away, though. Good 'uns will be considered.

>>8870573
Hit /rs/ and pick up a bunch of rulebooks and the DH books. The artbook of alien anatomy is up there too, though I don't remember the name.

DH tends to paint a decent picture of the little guy in 40k, too. It should give you a decent idea of how to paint the Adeptus Biologis and whatever adjuncts they have beside the Skitarii.

>>8870868
Xenology.

>>8870891
That's it, thanks. Yeah, pick up Xenology; it's worth it for the Ork, at least.

>>8871014
>>8870868

Thanks. I just got a fuckload of inspiration from the giant backgrounds threads.

For now, though, please keep writan!

>>8871068
What Dark Heresy stuff should I grab?

>>8871184
At least DH and the Inquisitor's Handbook.

IH has more detailed shit on the various types of worlds, DH is of course the base book and you should have it anyway.

Ascension is neat to have to ogle at stats and look at how high-ranking Inquisition-bitches live.

so like all of them.

>>8871211
I assume that the Armory would be useful too?

>>8871226
Sure, go nuts.

Just remember that some of the fluff pertains only to Calixis only.

>>8871261
And Calixis would be...

>>8871068
I'm afraid I'm a bit tapped. Right now I'm trying to let my brain relax so I can get more ideas.

Unfortunately this is how things usually work for me. Embarrassingly enough the only story I ever finished was a Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends self-insert where I was the villain, and lost. It was incredibly faggoty and no I will not post it.

The person who wanted a Nidoking curbstomping a Hive Tyrant? What flavor do you want, Dynamic Entry or CHARGE *pwn*

>>8871285
The default setting presented in the book.

>>8871289
Buy Ayn Rand's "The Art of Fiction." It really might help with that.

>>8871326

Ah, thanks.

>>8871289
Also, I'm going to vote for DYNAMIC ENTRY

>Nidoking curbstomping a Hive Tyrant
(well, fuck actual size differences this is a little Tyrant)

The Tyrant, scouting, on its own, didn't see it coming. Or smell it. Or hear it.

The only warning it had of the attack was the barest shiver of the earth before the Nidoking erupted from beneath the Tyrant's feet, sending the monstrous thing toppling, the pokemon pulling itself up the thing's body with terrible claws. The Tyrant was bred for ranged attack; the two cannons on its lower arms flailed around, unable to aim safely at the Nidoking, while the massive scythes on the other two were deftly parried by the impossibly hard horn on the pokemon's head, harmlessly sliding off with barely a scratch.

They hit the ground hard, the Tyranid beneath the Nidoking, flat on it's back now, all flailing limbs and terrible bony tail thudding against the back of the pokemon- causing him to roar in pain at the blows.

The Nidoking continued it's work, though, hitting the Tyrant in the chest, over and over, blows that would kill a man in an instant, blows that were making that carapace buckle and crack. Its tail lashed around, warding off further blows from the scythes, wrapping around one arm and simply ripping it off, eliciting a shriek from the Tyrant.

>>8871536
The Tyrant retaliated, slamming its own tail into the pokemon and launching it aside, quickly righting itself despite the way ichor oozed from its chest and the gaping hole where its blade-arm used to be. With a shriek, the xeno brought one of the cannons to bear, launching bioplasma at the pokemon-

Who leapt into the ground, parting the earth like water.

The Tyranid knew what was coming, and tried to avoid the pokemon's retaliation, moving swiftly as its damaged carapace would allow it, lumbering erratically as it could conceptualize. It didn't matter. Nidoking resurfaced some distance away, and charged on all fours, head low, lethal horn aiming right for the heart- or whatever passed for it- of the terrible monster.

The Tyranid tried to dodge- stepping aside at nearly the last moment, but Nidoking wrenched himself to the side, slamming itself in and up into the xeno, crushing its chest open with it's bulky head, spearing the thing's head on it's horn.

Nidoking withdrew after the thing stopped twitching, and roared, daring more to step upon his territory.

I am pleased. Thank you.

>>8871551
>>8871536
I approve!

Though my idea was going to be Giovanni, working with the Pokemon League, using his Pidgeot to Deepstrike his Nidoking into the midst of the Nids-coincidentally landing as a giant fucking bullet and turning a Hive Tyrant to paste.
--
Mewtwo smiled as he heard the Nidoking's triumpant roar in translation.
"DYNAMIC ENTRYYYY!"
--
Also, unless someone typoed on Serebii, Nidoking only weighs 137 pounds.

For Armored Rhinoceros Kangaroo the size of a fucking compact car, this makes NO FUCKING SENSE.

Seriously, that thing should be half a ton. AT LEAST. Jesus someone at Nintendo needs a bitchslap.

>>8871723
Nidoking is also only 4'7". So yeaaaah. Lot of Pokemon have strange weights/sizes. For example, Furret is 6 foot long, and Gligar is 3'7" and 143 pounds...which is 50 pounds heavier than the 6'7" Gliscor it evolves into

>>8871808
4'7? Da fuck?

Makes no fucking sense at all.

Magcargo bombing runs.

Its body temperature is roughly 18,000 degrees F. Flames spout from gaps in its hardened shell.

#411 Bastiodon
Any frontal attack is repulsed
#445 Garchomp
When it folds up its body and extends its wings, it looks like a jet plane. It flies at sonic speed.
#467 Magmortar
It blasts fireballs of over 3,600 degrees Fahrenheit out of its arms. Its breath also sears and sizzles.
#248 Tyranitar
If it rampages, it knocks down mountains and buries rivers. Maps must be redrawn afterward.
Its body can't be harmed by any sort of attack, so it is very eager to make challenges against enemies.

tau.

>>8872203
Dropped by Moltres, of course.

Giant fucking grin on the thing's face as it hurtles toward the ground, mentally yelling-

"HAY GUIZE WHAT'S GOING ON IN THIS THREAD"

Someone is saving this, right? I'd like to read over it later sometime.

Awesome story. Just awesome.

Archive if it already hasn't

Thread archived at suptg for great justice

>FullOfWinPicard.jpg

Don't ever change, /tg/.

I attempted a scrawl in MS Paint. No time to do it better. I thought a Thurible pokeball would be very Imperial.

shit crossover, or shittiest crossover? you decide

GUYS, I TOLD OUR /V/ROS ABOUT THIS

>>>/v/54198072

BUMP THAT THREAD FOR GREAT JUSTICE

I don't have much to say about this thread other than FUCK YEAH!
This is seriously one of the best things I've seen for a really long time.
Keep going OP, you rock.

Gentle bump

Story inbound.

Part 1/?

“It is vitally important that we get the route to Vermillion City open. We need supplies, and Cinnabar Island is a place to get them at. Problem is we need an open sea port, necessitating the attack to Vermillion, however, while we are out there, we are going to place a scientific and colonial project deep inside the Seafoam Islands, to see if we can’t get a batch of us living somewhere outside of the this plateau.” Lance motioned at graphic behind him, posted on the wall. “Now the attack will go as follows: Lt. Surge will lead the attack on Vermillion, once there, as many vessels, large preferably, will be seized and the scientific equipment will be placed onto the boats for transfer to the Seafoam chain. After the boats are seized the convoy will proceed south-east until reaching the Seafoam Islands, at that point all relevant civilians and military security officers will be offloaded under the authority of the Director of Silph Co. He hopes to open another pokéball production facility out there, and begin to train another group of trainers to combat this uprising.” Lance glanced over the room, noting the quiet faces of everyone around him.
“Once this is complete, the strike force, once again under Lt. Surge, will move out and head towards Cinnabar Island. Blaine has volunteered to lead the supply mission at Cinnabar, and the scientists at the fossil research facility will be gathering up their technology stationed there. With this we hope to be able to revive the most powerful of our dead Pokémon. Once the run at Cinnabar is complete and all supplies are loaded onto the convoy, it is to head back and return to Vermillion. Partway through, you all will be ordered to release your Spearows, who will return to the plateau, signaling us to begin our assault back to Vermillion. When you and the convoy arrives, we will be waiting there for you to take you back here.”

Part 2/?

Lance straightened up as the graphic behind him faded away. “Any questions?” He paused for a moment. “If not, then good luck and god speed.” He turned away, and walked out of a side door as a buzz started up in the room.
One particular trainer, by the name of Blue looked around the room. He had been placed on this important mission after Bruno of the Elite Four had witnessed him training his Pokémon. They had been given to him by his grandfather as he, his mother, and his sister fled the town. His grandfather and a few of the assistants decided to stay back and to try to hide and release as many Pokémon as possible. When the Plateau’s forces retook Pallet, most of the town was destroyed and that lab was gone. Gramps was gone.
So Blue had begun training, to avenge his grandfather. To bring those… monsters responsible for the death of a innocent man, to justice. It was late in the day, and his Charmander and Squirtle were squaring off, as his Eevee and his Bulbasaur spared as well, when Blue heard the noise behind him. He turned around, and cursed. These ranges weren’t complete yet, but Red had assured him that no one would be down here until he and Brock came to finish the task tomorrow. But there stood one man who could stop his plans completely. Bruno of the Elite Four.

Part 3/?

Bruno sat there looking at him for a moment. “You know, this is all highly illegal. Only the work crews are allowed down here yet, and you don’t seem like you are old enough to be accredited that many rare Pokémon. I could have you punished for breaking into a restricted zone, which is punishable by death or stockades, due to the fact that most restricted zones are in the Tyranids zone of influence, or I could just have those Pokémon stripped from you. Which one sounds better to you?”
Blue couldn’t believe what he had just heard. But he wasn’t going to lose to some pompous fool. He was the grandson of the famous Professor Oak! He ordered his Eevee to tackle Bruno to the ground. Maybe if he could knock him out… But Bruno was too fast. An Onix popped out and moved in front of Bruno to block his Eevee. But Onix was weak to water, so Blue then ordered his Squirtle to launch a Bubblebeam at the offending Pokémon. However, despite his type advantage possessed by Blue, Bruno’s Onix was too powerful. But Blue would never give up, he ordered all his Pokémon to concentrate their attacks. Seconds later, a laugh was heard from the other side of Onix.
“You have a powerful spirit, little Trainer. Stop this battle. You will not be punished for this.” He suited his words to actions by recalling the Onix. “You seem to have an inner strength that not many around here possess. If this were the old times, I would say that you could be a Gym Leader, maybe even a Champion one day.”
At this Blue sat down tiredly, and called his Pokémon back to him. “What happened the Champion, by the way?”

This is a /tg/ gets shit done thread, and you should be a proud writefag, sir.

Part 4

Bruno sighed and shifted how he was sitting. “He died in the initial attack on the Plateau. He saved many lives however.” He locked eyes with Blue. “But that is not important right now. We must talk about you. We have a mission coming up in a few months. A strike deep into Tyranid territory. We could use someone like you out there. But you need to be stronger. If you accept this mission, I’ll get you the paperwork necessary for those Pokémon, I’ll get you placed in the military, so you get paid to train, and I will personally train you. Does this sound acceptable?” Blue nodded. “Good. We start tomorrow.”
As Bruno had promised, Blue’s power had grown by leaps and bounds. His team was now evolved, his Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle to their final forms, his Eevee to an Umbreon, he had gained a Pigeot, and his team was finalized by an Alakazam. He had become one of the most powerful trainers on the whole Plateau, and was given an entire platoon by Gen. Surge to command. Blue was still puzzled by the fact that General Surge still insisted on being called a lieutenant, when he had been promoted, however, the actions of insane Americans were beyond Blue’s comprehension. As were Surge’s statements that something called ‘The South’ would deal easily with the Tyranids. Apparently battling was even more common there than here in Kanto. But that wasn’t Blue’s concern today. He was concerned with the fact that the mission was today. He was getting sidetracked, defocusing himself so he wouldn’t feel the fear that was threatening to overwhelm him.

Part 5. Will most likely end on part 7 or 8. Sorry for the tl;dr.

But Blue did not let the fear touch him. Despite the heavy losses inflicted on the column as it advanced to Vermillion City; Blue and his command stood firm. The boats were launched, and Blue began to hope for the best. They reached the Seafoam Islands without much trouble, Blue’s depleted platoon of twenty-one dropped to nineteen, but that was to be expected. Blue gained a few more Pokémon as trainers died off, but Blue suffered a heart-wrenching loss on the Seafoam Islands. His Umbreon and his newly acquired Arcanine both were killed at the hands of a ‘Hive Tyrant’ or so the Adeptan who was running the science part of the mission said. But Blue suffered silently. The mission came first. His revenge came first.
As they approached Cinnabar, Blue could see the vast number of Tyranids lining the shore, as the water team kept the seanids away. The line of Pokémon rearing up out of the water, or standing on the decks was impressive. As was Blue’s Gyarados whose head reached above Blue who was standing on the deck. They were waiting for the order to fire. A line of Hyper Beams and Solar Beams to cut down the number on the shore, to allow for the amphibious assault. The signal was for Surge to order his Raichu to Thunder the shore. As soon as Blue had finished that thought, a bright streak hit the shore, and Blue yelled, “Gyara! Hyper Beam!” The entire fleet vanished behind a veil of white, as lances of death and energy ran out to the shore. When the smoke had cleared, and Blue could see again, he saw that the shore was cleared for a long ways back. And so the assault started.

Part 6/7

Blue and his men moved forward quickly, for they were to seize and hold the research station on the island. But they paid for their orders. Many of his men and their Pokémon were killed. Blue saw his Pigeot get immolated by a bright flash of light from one of the huge Tyranids. He witnessed his Alakazam being driven to insanity by the collective ‘Static’ as Mewtwo put it of the Tyranids. But Blue knew this would happen to Kazam. The Slowpoke were breeding entirely too lose, so all psychic Pokémon had been recalled to the heart of the Plateau. However, a few managed to communicate their desire to fight for the people who were trying to save them. Such as Kazam. Without Slowpoke’s shield Kazam knew that he would be driven insane and kill himself, but he still volunteered. And now Blue was seeing his friend lose himself. Kazam began to fight more and more erratically. And not long after that, Kazam looked back and Blue, then vanished off towards the Tyranids, where moments later, a large blast of energy, psychic Blue guessed, erupted from. Kazam was now gone.
Blue continued through the town until he reached the facility. It looked intact, but Blue only had four more Pokémon, and his platoon had only eight more men. Less a platoon now, and more of a squad. One of the men approached Blue and handed him one more Pokémon, taken from one of the fallen men. It was a Rhydon. That left Blue with Squirt, Char, Sauruman, Machamp, and this new Rhydon, and eight men. To hold the facility.
But he did. Hours later, the main force broke through and relieved Blue of his duty. However, it appeared that Surge had died in the assault, him and his Raichu took the Pokémon Center back, but a large Tyranid force moved towards it, and so Surge and his Pokémon moved off to protect the Center. But only the Raichu made it back. So Blaine wanted to talk with Blue.

Part 7/7

Blue wearily trudged through the streets, and made it to Blaine. “Blue. You are now promoted to Major. You are now the second in command of this entire operation. If I don’t make it back, you are the leader.” Blue looked at that old man, shocked. “Bruno spoke of you. I have to go and see if the mansion holds our salvation like I think it might. But don’t wait up. In eight hours, shove off like the plan says.” With that, Blaine left the room.
Blue was shocked. He was now the leader, and what did Blaine think lay in the mansion, that old house near the Research Station. However, he knew that no answers would be coming, and now he had a job to do. He began to organize the Pokémon teams, and order the trainers about. It was odd, thought Blue. I’m barely over eleven and a half. This journey took nearly nine months so far to make, due to the Tyranids slowing us down, but I’m commanding boys my age or barely older. There are hardly any old men left… How can we keep this up? Ten year olds forced to fight. But he couldn’t think about that right now. He had to fight, for revenge, to survive, and for his sanity. He could not keep brooding on the last few hours.
As the appointed time came, Blue ordered his men to fall back to the boats. The science team reported a green, they had all of the equipment they needed, but Blue wanted to wait. For Blaine, but after a few more minutes, more and more Tyranids began to show up, and they had to leave. So Blue ordered them to head back to Vermillion, and for them to release their Spearows to signal the Plateau to send out its forces. It would take months for the Plateau team to arrive in Vermillion, but it would take a week or more for these aging sailboats to return to Vermillion, especially since they couldn’t sail at night, for fear of hitting a Tyranid. But Blue knew that they would make it back. He wasn’t finished with his revenge yet.
They just had to hold in Vermillion until help arrived.

I think that I am about to write about this picture, unless someone else would like to take it or whatnot.

>>8877998
write whatever the fuck you please, you've earned it.

>>8871289

You still around here, Adeptan? I wish to include Post Gen-I. But I respect your opinion around these here parts. My next story will get posted within a few hours.

>>8878177

Hmm, I was hoping to write some stories myself about Johto involving the situation there, the Gym Leaders, and possibly Lugia. All assuming with permission, of course.

Part 1/2 Shorter one this time. I'm most likely going to write more about Blue.


Tzeentch was kind. Too kind. His ship had been torn from the Warp, and had crashed onto this pathetic backworld. The great Knowledge-Engines had no record of this planet, or of its life forms, and what is worse, is that the Warp appeared to have no discernable effect on this planet. At first, it was disorienting, having to psyker powers to call upon, but once he had started wandering this blessed planet, he noticed the Tyranid infestation that covered the planet. It seemed to him that he would die upon this backworld, unnoticed by the Gods. Maychance this was a punishment from the False Emperor, somehow stripping this world of the Warp.
As he resigned himself to his fate of death against the Tyranids, a creature emerged from the bushes, mumbling unwords that hurt the ears to hear, not-sounds that tickled the mind like a thousand barbs, the joyous chants of Chaos. The little yellow and brown thing began chanting even louder, the droning in his skull increasing to the point of unbearably painful rapture. Then the Tyranids began twitching and dying on the ground. The creature turned and looked back at him, just as a light surrounded it, and a new yellow thing emerged where it had been. It took only a moment for the follower of Tzeentch to figure out what had happened the Great Plotter had sown his seeds here; then removed it from the Warp to shield it from the eyes of all of those who would destroy it. This was the crowning jewel of a grand plan, and he would be blessed enough to witness it. It was wonderful.

Part 2/2

He and the creature, that seemed to mutter Hypno more often than not, quickly bonded, and as he and it traversed the lands, he noticed that the thing grew more and more blessed by Chaos. It was truly too sad that he was the last of the Thousand Sons left on this most joyous planet. But it was only him who was chosen to understand the glories of this planet. As they travelled, he found many others of these creatures and bound them to himself, using the rites of Tzeentch and something these fools on this planet called a Pokéball. He did not care how it worked, merely that it did. And soon, he had a team of the creatures that would do his bidding. They were all wonderfully blessed by the Chaos God, Tzeentch, the Bringer of Change. This whole planet was one great shrine to Him.
He smiled and knew that soon he would have this planet brought to the worship of Tzeentch.

OP here, /tg/.

I posted this as a semi-troll, semi-discussion, and I hardly realized that it would turn into this.

You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, /tg/.

>>8879407
Yea, /tg/, we make shit work.

Actually, if you were looking for a true troll response, better to have posted it in /v/. Those retards are like fish on a hook when it comes to this shit.

I decided at one point to try to convert every pokemon for 40k; I got the attribute conversions done for most of the pokemon, but ran out of steam rather quickly when I got to converting moves to equipment

>Get Up
>Watch Mythbusters Recording
>Wonder how thread is going
>Look for it on every page from 15 forward
>Worry, but prepare for disappointment
>Find it on page 2

/tg/, you are fine men and I thank you.

>>8879359
>>8879342
>>8877978
>>8877964
>>8877853
>>8877766
>>8877336
>>8877174
>>8877047
Not bad, Mithraw. Alright, I can approve of this...it lacks something of the feel I was planning for after the timeskip (losses are becoming more even, Trainers are more hardcore, et al) but I can work with it.

>>8880365
Whoops, forgot my name. Sorry about that.

Current plans for the Timeskip-
-Gen II is available for use due to experimentation from the Adeptus Biologis, sans Legendaries. That means no Jirachi, no Legendary Dogs, no Celebi, and Ho-oh and Lugia are more akin to Evangelions than Moltres, Zapdos, and Articuno.
-The GSC starters are mostly used for work. The Chikorita line is, by in large, used to keep hydroponic vats and what few surface farms exist running at maximum efficiency. The Cyndaquil line largely work at forging, and the Totodile line are used for a mixture of hunting, fishing, and aquatic guard duty.
-Speaking of the Legendary Birds, no one has captured them. They're part of Mewtwo's group of independent but allied Legendaries. Mew is theorized to be involved somehow, but no one has seen her.
-The primary meeting place in the Indigo Plateau is a large, mostly open room roughly the size of a football stadium with parkland, a few Berry orchards, and a skylight guarded by a mixture of Rock Pokemon, flying patrols, and battle servitors. If worst comes to worst, it has a five-foot-thick automated shutter.
-The Steel and Dark types have been discovered by the Adeptus Biologis and Adeptus Mechanicus working in concert, provided considerable assistance by Wilhelm and Haunter. Roughly three years after Red received his Rattata and met Brock, a Mechanicus cruiser flew into orbit, wiping several Tyranid hives and providing a greater base of technology. This provided a short respite in which to force back the Tyranids, providing access to Saffron City and the basements of Silph Co. The ruins of Saffron have been heavily fortified, and it currently serves as the base of operations for the Adeptus Mechanicus.
-Attacks from a Dark Pokemon to a Daemon or Warp-corrupted Pokemon usually manifest as blackening and shattering, something akin to burning glass.

>>8880383

Before the timeskip-
-Team Rocket has announced a cessation of hostilities until the end of the invasion, whenever that happens. Giovanni is considered an auxiliary to the Elite Four, holding roughly the same status while not officially being part of the group. Jessie and James exist, and Meowth is one of the (very) few Pokemon to Human translators. By in large, his services consist of debriefing after missions to ensure maximum intelligence.
-BONE is being reverse-engineered for use on certain compatible Pokemon, with the hope of creating additional translators.
-Excavation continues under the Indigo Plateau, and will likely continue to do so for quite a while. Various refineries and forges are under construction. Hydroponic vats are being filled and stocks are being evaluated-things are still in a state of blind panic, though sight is beginning to clear. Right now, anyone with enough presence of mind and will to train Pokemon can provide a fine start for themselves.

So-what next?

>>8880394
and Meowth is one of the (very) few Pokemon to Human translators. By in large, his services consist of debriefing after missions to ensure maximum intelligence.
-BONE is being reverse-engineered for use on certain compatible Pokemon, with the hope of creating additional translators.
Would love to hear more about those two.

>>8880394
Surely SOMEONE has something to add?

Or have I defiled my previous vision somehow?

Imperium of Man Seal of Approval

>>8882054
ANONYMOUS REQUIRES MOAR POKEMON RAGING NIDS

KHARN MUST SUMMON GROUDON

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

oh pic unrelated

>>8882223
Wait what about Gold, Silver, and Crystal? are they gonna make an appearance?

>>8882002
Oh. Whoops! Lemme see what I can do.

*switches from Yoji Biomehanika to Mission THINK*
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Meowth sighs and rubs his temples, wishing he had a pair of sunglasses to take off. That'd be cool-of course, the tiny set of fatigues were hard enough to get, and that'd be his only payment until he proved himself, and Surge was annoyed he'd requisitioned that much, despite the fact that the Vermilion City Gym Leader had never gotten any of his pokemon to wear it willingly.

"So, lemme get this straight."

Across the table from him is a Rhydon, squatting easily with the way it's built. Meanwhile, he, Meowth, has to sit on top of a stack of phone books on top of a folding chair just to look up at the thing! Life just isn't fair sometimes.

>>8882054

Looks good so far, actually. Oddly enough, the Pokemon genetic structure is probably one of the few that would actively resist a Tyranid attempt to co-opt it entirely, as it's literally an attempt to convert a world in and of itself. Pokemon are literally xenos- the genetic structure is different from though compatible in many ways to Terran standards, and all species of the type are not at all native to the planet, though they certainly are friendly.

In fact, odds are the average Pokemon sees a swarm like this as a kind of competition...

>>8882252
Gen II is only available after the timeskip. See my notes in >>8880383.

>>8882282
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"You, an' your trainer, were scouting th' lower tunnels. Diggin', technically. Scratch scratch scratch, drill drill drill, then BOOM. Wall falls in, big ol' empty pocket-fulla fossils."

The Rhydon nods, and begins to gesture with its paws, rumbling all the time. "Don, don don Rhydon, rhyd don on DON!"

Jessie and James can't understand it. Hell, most of the humans in this WORLD can't understand it. But to Meowth, it's as simple as they come-little hints in inflection, gestures, the timing of the different syllables-there's a WEALTH of information there, and most humans can't see it! Unbelievable!

From what he can tell, the Rhydon is telling the truth-but he can also tell a little about the dampness of the rock, the fact that the rock wasn't as sturdy as it might have been.

"So, lemme get this straight. Your Trainer wants you to keep diggin', but you don't wanna, right?"

"Don don Rhydon."

And yep, here it is. "It wasn't safe." Meowth allows himself a little smile of satisfaction. That's what he needed right there-now all he needs to do is explain things to the big guy.

>>8882498
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"Yeah, I get that. Thing is, you can't just stop diggin'-your trainer's gonna want a reason. Say...ya take your claws or summin', an' show him what the rock is like around where you guys are."

The Rhydon ponders this for a moment, looks at his paw, and moves to scratch at the table.

Meowth freaks a little.

"Nawnawnawnawnaw! Nonna that! They need this table intact, ya know? Lissen, I'll get ya...a...what're those things called, they're like pens but thick?"

James provides the answer, helpful big lug that he is. "A marker, Meowth?"

"Yeah, thassit. You gotta marker?"

James does, indeed, have a marker-and Meowth has a small stack of printer paper for notes. He pushes both over to the Rhydon, and the Pokemon examines it for a moment, before beginning, crudely, to draw.

About a minute later, there's a little cartoon of the hollow, but with a big river floating above it, a bunch of weak rock highlighted as cracks, and a very satisfied-looking Rhydon.

"See? Now whazzat so hard, big guy? Oh, dis is a good find. The League'll pay your boss good fer this! Now, remember what I told ya, an' we shouldn' have much more trouble like this, righ'?"

B-B-B-Bump

the nids stand a snowball's chance in hell against pokemon pic related

>>8882508
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About five minutes later there's a shriek of consternation as the Rhydon presumably demonstrates its newfound drawing ability on an innocent concrete wall. Meowth doesn't care-he, Jessie, and James are speaking to Brock about reinforcing the stone around the fossil deposit, tapping the underground river for use in their hydroponics, and finding out if there's any caverns under the weak rocks.

Meowth is feeling better than he has in years. He's got a new suit, he's got a great new job, the cops aren't chasing him, and he's doing something important.

Who cares if he can't use Pay Day?

>>8882508
I approve keep up the good work!

Grinding their way across the barren soil and splintered shards of what once was the Viridian Forest, the Hive Tyrant spewed a stream of acidic poisons from it's back across the scouting party of Trainers- only to have a massive glob of stench-ridden goo absorb the impact and -grow-.

Irritated, the massive Tyranid began to order it's Carnifex escort forward to crush the offending meat to paste...when a white blur settled almost lovingly against it's fanged cheek and KISSED it.

A strange sense of giddyness enveloped it, and it's commands took on a tone that left the Carnifex turning around in a daze...and proceeding to hose the Tyrant down with a cloud of bio-plasma. Chaos reigned as Genestealers randomly shredded each other, the Carnifex's legs, and the now badly burnt Tyrant.

Koga looked back with approval. Confusion was ever the ally of a wise ninja, and the Togetic returned to the scouting party with a cheerful cry and a cloud of sparkling dust. Muk sucked the glittering debris into it's bloated flesh and burbled contentedly- a venom cannon shot was a 7-course meal to the toxic thing, and a little shed skin was an afterdinner mint.

This time, they would escape.

>>8880383

I also wanted to bring in the birds. If you will allow me to talk about my vision, which I will happily support yours over mine. I had intended Blaine to vanish off, possibly capturing the Moltres lurking in the Mansion, and the Seafoam Islands group to run across the Articuno there.
I also intend for Blue to be my main exposition, if no one minds, but the Chaos Marine is fair game. He possess a few Warp-corrupted pokemon, but according to him, he is alone on this planet, so he shouldn't be too much trouble.

>>8880365

The story with Blue happens before the Timeskip. Assuming that Blue's estimate will hold true, he will arrive back at the Plateau when he is 12. Which is 4 years before the timeskip. I mostly wanted to address 2 things that irked me.
1) Pokemon and their trainers had no ON-SCREEN deaths.
2) The size of this place. Its not a few hours walk according to the anime, and that games don't say one way or the next. And with 'Nids harrassing them it could easily take months to go from the Plateau, (which is what I call both the place and the government,) and Vermillion.

>>8883239
Actually, assuming Blue and Red are the same ages, the plan is for the Timeskip to skip to when they're both 16. The opening scene, as I imagined it yesterday, is Red beating Wilhelm in a friendly game of Poker, winning himself his Hellgun, and stepping back out into the expanded Indigo Plateau, only to find Brock going TYRANID HUNTIN' TIME.

>>8882605
so no one is going to comment on the complete list hax pokemon?
like #282 Gardevoir
To protect its Trainer, it will expend all its psychic power to create a small black hole.
or
#078 Rapidash
With incredible acceleration, it reaches its top speed of 150 mph after running just 10 steps.

>>8884739
well........

FUCK YEA VOLCANOES GOING OFF EVERY 5 MINUTES

oh and tzeetnch vs arceus gogogogo!

>>8877998
I still say somebody needs to make a picture like this, but with Malal and his Glitch pokemans.

Lord I hate it when people talk about pokemon for more than 20 minutes. No matter what, it comes out retarded

>>8884739
>create a small black hole
Gotta say, even by poke-hax standards, that's messed up.

>>8885060
>Lord I hate it when people talk about 40k for more than 20 minutes. No matter what, it comes out retarded
>Lord I hate it when people talk about D&D for more than 20 minutes. No matter what, it comes out retarded
>Lord I hate it when people talk about Magic for more than 20 minutes. No matter what, it comes out retarded
>Lord I hate it when people talk about 4chan for more than 20 minutes. No matter what, it comes out retarded
>Lord I hate it when people talk about the internet for more than 20 minutes. No matter what, it comes out retarded


I can do it too

>>8880383
Five feet is nothing to a 'Nid swarm unless it's made of pure phlebotinum. Thicken it up or make it ludicrous.

Bumping, and thinking about doing some Giovanni writefaggin'.

Interest?

>>8885901
How do you make money and conqure the world in the apoclipse?

Easy, the black market. Sales of contraband shoot through the roof the moment the shit hits the fan.

The league largely looks the other way because Giovanni keeps them supplied with stolen pokemon, ammunition, and their own "Supply."

>>8883209

I'm not sure I like the idea of a Chaos Marine. It's a Tyranid invasion, not a Dawn-of-War-esque free for all. Add ALL the factions and it gets way more silly than it already is. I mean, beyond the boundaries of accepted silliness.

>>8886006
pff its just one more faction

IoM
Pokemon people
Nidz
Chaos

easily doable

TZEETNCHIAN POKEMON TRAINERS

>>8886045

Well, yeah, but the whole Shadow in the Warp thing really fucks with daemons. Chaos isn't really interested in trying to invade while Tyranids are already invading, due to the increased difficulty of manifesting.

I agree, 'Nids are enough. More factions can come in later, after the war's over and the Pokeworld joins the Imperium.

>>8880383
gen 2 and up of pokemon weren't really new generations so much as different regions having different pokemon.

>>8886114

He's right. Remember, thus far we've only seen Pokemon indigenous to an area of the world roughly correlating to Japan. Europe, Africa, the Middle-East, and the Americas would likely have wildly different "species" of Pokemon, and would be dealing with the threat of Tyrannid invasion in their own ways. What communications there were prior to the invasion were likely shut down completely, at least initially, and after the Imperium arrived I have no doubt that the defense of this world would likely become much more coordinated.

>>8886226
what

I thought everyone was on japan

>>8886267

>>8886267

Either you didn't understand what I wrote, or I misunderstand your point completely. Either way, we have a failure to communicate.

Anyone care about Giovanni?

>>8886267
But we don't know if pokemon are limited to just Japan. Sure, all the regions correspond to something in Japan, but if there's a Japan there are, in theory, other countries with Pokemon of their own.

>>8886718

Yes, although I'm a bit more interested in Wilhelm and Haunter. Really, though, any more writefaggotry is a good step.

>>8886729
In fact, we know pokemon exist elsewhere. Mew, Victreebell, and Xatu all have dex entries describing populations of them in South America, and those are just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.

>>8886780

My original point was, though, that there are likely many, many, MANY more Pokemon species than we've seen so far, given that we've only seen Japan.

I can't really do Wilhelm, he's the property of the original writefag. I hope I at least satisfy necessity.

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Giovanni bowed contemptuously to the unexpectedly short man who ruled all the world that was not an alien monster's meal platter, and Lance for his part returned that contempt with a glare.

"Giovanni. You appear at my doorstep to inform me that you command the biggest thorn in my side besides the swarm of monstrosities who've landed on my doorstep, and that despite this, you want not only want to be a part of this alliance, you want RANK!?" he raged, banging one hand on the table before him as Indigo employees rushed back and forth, laden with documents, the cyborg observer merely listening impassively.

A sneer appeared on the Viridian leader's face as he stood up. "Yes. And this is why you're going to give it to me." he said, grinning wider as he passed a clipboard across to the defacto Champion.

>>8886780
Raichu can make make an Indian Elephant faint, according to its entry. Gastly had something similar.

Lance scanned the documents, looking more and more incredulous as he went on until he threw the clipboard across the room, necessitating some poor page to duck and crawl backwards out of the room again.

"What a joke! You expect me to believe you can donate all THAT? Raichus, Nidoqueen, Dugtrio, Arcanine? Hell, fucking EEVEES by the truckload!"

Giovanni only continued to smile, nodding impassively.

"These and more. Team Rocket has trucks loaded with pokeballs standing by to assist in the war effort."

Lance twitched. He didn't know why he was humoring the crime boss with this audience, but at least knew he could add "Wasting my time" to the list of charges when the smug don was executed.

"If you had all these, why the hell were your men all equipped with rattatas and fucking zubat?..." he asked, a vein popping on his forehead.

Giovanni chuckled dismissively. "Oh Lance. You act as if I wanted to WIN."

>>8887002

Don't forget Koffings and Grimers! Man, Rocket was always incredibly poorly equipped. It was almost sad, really.

Le-Bump

>>8887253
team aqua and team magma would both kick team rockets asses.

>>8886729

We know they aren't. Lt. Surge IS American. And his Raichu is also. Also, in the anime its clear that there is pokemon from across the globe. Meowth is from Hollywood and is American. Also, I'm going to now move into the Timeskip, but before I start writing, any comments?

Hmmm WTF?

>>8887467

Only one crucial bit of advice: Separate your paragraphs.

>>8887544

So noted. Beginning to writefag about Blue some more. I love him now.

Hm...Posing this as a general question, but would an Ordo Xenos Inquisitor have any good place in this? I've got an idea for a short bit of writefaggotry, but revolves around this idea. The way I see it, he and his retinue could have been traveling with the Biologis ship.

Continue please.

>>8885901
I'm going to be doing a bit with Giovanni. I went to see How to Train your Dragon and it got my creative juices flowing.

Mind you, there won't be much in the way of dragon taming. But hey.
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One of the Gymnasiums reopened is obviously designed for a single purpose-lots and lots of training, in as many areas as possible. There's arenas for every biome there is-even if the "forest" one hasn't been planted yet, half the "island" arenas need their water refilled, the "volcano" ones need their filaments replaced, and the plains are just expanses of dead grass. But whatever the others may have wrong, the Wasteland, Desert and Cave arenas are fine. Already, Youngsters, Lasses and Bug Catchers with the unsteady walk of someone unused to the weight of a backpack and lasgun are choosing arenas and declaring battle. Mankeys, Rattatas, Pidgey, Spearow, Nidoran, Caterpie, Weedle and the odd Pikachu are duking it out, and one clever Bug Catcher with a Kakuna he's obviously raised from a Weedle is showing some serious promise at trapmastery.

All of this, Mewtwo watches, hands folded behind his back, from a recessed office near the ceiling obviously designed for the purpose. The Lavender Towners have their own issues to discuss; he is, for the now, unneeded.

A presence makes itself known, one with which he is familiar. Among the minds of the children, eagerness tinged with trepidation and a little worry, comes a constant cycle of planning, judgment, and self-interest.

Mewtwo knows that mind. It's one of his earliest memories.

-What do you want, Giovanni?-

>>8888260

Question is this pre- or post- timeskip. As in the first draft of the story I am scribing now I have a Giovanni cameo, and am just wondering.

>>8888140
As long as it fits the mood, maybe. I would be loathe to start adding in new Warhammer characters, but honestly that is just my opinion, but I did also add a new man in. The Chaos Marine, who again, I am not going to write on.

There was a long moment of silence as Inquisitor Varen was handed a Pokeball. The silence continued as he turned the round object in his hand, pondering it. The Techpriest before him stood solid, unphased by the occasional incredulous glance. "So tell me, Cornelius, what exactly is it that I am holding?"

The Techpriest's vox bead hissed for a moment before he spoke. "It is a device originally designed to contain and preserve life forms in an indefinite stasis. The internal circuitry is incredibly complex. A few of my colleagues have managed to integrate the circuitry into their own mechanisms. Off the record, the only reason for their success is a mix of luck and the Omnissiah's good graces."

Varen sighed and rubbed at his temple with a gloved hand. By now, he should be used to these sorts of drawn out explanations from Cornelius. Ten years, Terra Standard, and the Techpriest still managed to confound and infuriate him from time to time. "Alright it is a ca-"

Cornelius raised his left hand, bionic index finger raising to emphasize his interruption. "The local population of this planet call them 'Pokeballs.'"

>>8888332

-=Most of what I am writing now would be set right as they land with the Hive Fleet on the way.=-

Waiting a moment to ensure that he was clear to speak, Varen held the object up. "A Pokeball, eh? So these are what the locals use to control their xenoforms, then." As he turned the object, his thumb passed over the small offset disc on the apparent front of the object. It's sudden increase in size caused him to start, nearly dropping it again.

"We are unsure, but it is a large part of the bonding between these 'Pokemon' and the ones known as 'Trainers.' Initial research and information pulled from local leaders shows that significant resistance from the Pokemon within the containment allows them to break free. Whether this is a flaw in design or a failsafe, I am unsure."

Varen turned and walked to the small table in the room. Scattered across it were piles of documents along with the local xenotechnology: Devices appearing like bastardized auspecis, some as bottles of fluid, yet more as small machines bearing markings of HM and TM. It was a lot to absorb in the short period of time that was allowed.

>>8888140
Depends. Give me a short summary of the concept and I'll consider it.

I could definitely see him coming on the second ship shortly before the timeskip, however.

Also, fuck, we have DEFINITELY hit autosage. I'm going to make this post, then make a new thread, and I'd suggest we archive this one last time.
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Giovanni doesn't reply, at first. He just joins the Pokemon he commissioned to look down at the near-legions of young Trainers fighting some of their first battles.

Mewtwo isn't having any of that.

In roughly half a second, Giovanni is slammed up against a wall, an overwhelming force pressing him against the unyielding concrete. He feels something groan under the stress, and struggles to breathe.

Mewtwo hasn't lifted a finger.

-I asked, Giovanni, why are you HERE.-

One sharp, piercing eye, a purple pale enough to pass for grey, turns to look at him.

Giovanni doesn't reply.

-You MUST be here for a reason. You never do ANYTHING without a reason. Except, it seems, create me.-

The most powerful Pokemon on the planet turns, and looks at the man who funded its creation.

-You ordered the digs. You ordered the analysis. Every step of my creation, you had a hand in.-

The force pressing him against the wall doubles. Something cracks-bone or concrete.

>>8888754
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-And for what reason? So you could seal me in limiter armor and throw me at trainers you could crush with ease? So you could say you did?- Mewtwo's eyes nearly flash, his paws unconsciously folding and unfolding. -You ordered the creation of a pokemon more powerful than any other in existence-just so you could use him to crush minor trainers!?-

Mewtwo turns, and the pressure lets up. Giovanni falls to the floor and gasps, if only thrice, before slowly regaining his feet.

-No, Giovanni, you had an ulterior motive. I don't know what it was, or how you developed it, but rest assured-the only reason I haven't crushed your head like a grape is because I want to know what it is, and you haven't told me.-

Mewtwo sighs, eyes closing for a moment, and opens them again, gaze hard once more.

-Get out. I don't want to see you again unless you're going to discuss tactics-or tell me why I was created.-

The Rocket boss turns, and begins to walk away, the churning plans starting up once more.

His shields drop, if only for a second.

Mewtwo sees an opportunity and takes it.

In a split second, imagery bombards him-decades of secrets, skull-marks, complex machines, banks of immensely complex data and tubes of things that might, eventually become Pokemon.

The last image is of a two-headed, majestic bird, embossed onto the bottom of a cylinder.

Both black out, and when they awake, the other is nowhere to be seen.

Make sure to link to other thread here.

From the corner of the room, a tall, broad shouldered man rose from his seat. His uniform was black fatigues under red carapace armor, shoulders adorned with the silver Inquisitorial -][-. His backpack was half energy pack and half supply pack, the energy pack connecting to the Hellgun slung lightly on his shoulder. More than anything else, the various scars on his face and hands betrayed him as a life long soldier.

He cleared his throat briefly as he approached, walking toward the table. "Is there anything that we can do to get back off world before the proverbial shit hits the fan?"

>>8888754
Consider these few posts my "proof of concept." If they're up to snuff, I'll keep going.

>>8888835
Please do.

Here's the Archive.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/8850201/

Will hold off on posting more Writefaggotry until the next thread is up.

>>8888835

I concur. Thou hast convinced me. But we still need that link up here.

>>8888947
Have a look:
>>8888899

>>8888983

I mean for the next thread.

>>8889033
Ah. I gotcha.

Link to the new thread?

New thread is here.

>>8889099

Thanks for the effort, guys, and I hope to see you there.