Gamma420

After crash landing in what turns out to be a fantasy world, the orbital marine Dax will have to fight the powers that
occupy the world to reclaim the technology that got stranded along with him and eventually repair his crashed ship
to return to his own world.
On the way he discovers the rule breaking power of mana, a special particle that seems naive to the world he now
is a part of. Feeling seriously outgunned Dax places a priority on regaining his lost weaponry that is scattered
throughout the world, ranging in size and effectiveness from electromagnetically powered assault rifles,
powered exoskeletons and autonomous drones from the size of a spying UAV to heavy assault ships.
But the marine is not alone in his search those weapons, the powers of the world he now finds himself a part of is
quickly realizing that something outside their realm of understanding has graced the planet and that those artefacts
trapped inside large floating black sphere’s hold vast strategic value. Dax is then faced with a complex problem,
he must secure the technology that he needs to leave while at the same time make sure the tools of war from his world is not misused at the cost of being made a target by powers he fails to fully understand.

On his way Dax will have run ins with various powers, some of them hostile, some of them a bit more amenable to persuasion and mutual cooperation. After all, what is a knight, king, angel, demon or grand wizard to a railgun or even a tactical class high energy laser in orbit?

They’re soft targets.


For the record, English is not my first language, so there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes here and there. I’ve been getting better at writing over the last year or so, and have plans to go back and edit my old chapters, but it’s really hard to find the time.

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Starship commander trapped in a fantasy world

Looking at the massive tree standing in the middle of a plaza Dax still wore his completely black space suit and had a grim look on his face as he spoke out.


"Atmospheric pressure normal, no known toxins detected, also no unknown airborne compounds.. A completely normal and stable atmosphere."


"I don't feel like you're happy that's the case.."


"... That's because I'm not, not even in the slightest."


Dax had expected to find a dead and abandoned station, worn down and broken from the passage of time. From what Dax had assumed and observed the station had no heat signature, there were no signals of any kind stemming from it, and even the most sensitive seismic probes landed near it sensed no vibrations. Looking around the plaza Dax found everything to have an eerie cleanliness to it, not a single thing was out of place and the numerous benches, tables and other decorations stood on the clean stone floor, but there were no signs of anything capable of maintaining that order.


Station of the Ancients (1)