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~ 

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Starship commander trapped in a fantasy world

Sending his training opponent flying across the room for the nth time, Dax breathed a shallow sigh as he centred himself again, pulling in his extended arm and returning his heartbeat to none combat levels.

"... You keep lowering your guard the same way Alice, it's really a bad habit of yours."

Clearly exhausted beyond the reasonable limits for sparing, Alice nevertheless got up from the mat and put up her guard, seemingly ready to fight (and lose) until she collapsed, not that Dax would let that happen. Sitting down on the mat, Dax patted the space in front of him with a slight smile on his face.

"Nope, take a seat. You're not going to improve like this."

Reluctantly putting down her hands as she started pouting slightly, Alice walked over to Dax and took a seat on the mat in front of him.

"Your heart is not in this, what's going on?"

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