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.

Also, check out my discord server if anyone of you wants to trash talk me with a faster response time~ 

https://discord.gg/n9Xbn7k

Starship commander trapped in a fantasy world

"... Even if you ask me I have no idea."

Guided by the hand by a lamia he had just met, Dax was currently sitting on a cosy woven rug inside a primitive cottage, in his hands, he had a large cup filled with a tea like substance. Across him was the red haired lamia who had guided Dax and the others to what appeared to be their village, while Dax had attempted to communicate with her, she appeared to either have no interest in such things or simply unable to do so. With nothing better to do for the moment and the lamia seemingly encouraging him to drink the greenish tea like substance he had been offered, Dax took a cautious sip from the cup, mimicking the way the lamia used both her hands to drink in an attempt to appear polite.

(This is actually pretty good… IMI, any toxins?)

(So no known ones? Just to make sure, analyse the compounds.)

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