Isekai Top Gun

You have the tech of a god and the weapons of a demon. In a world of swords, who will you become?

Plot

HUD_SYSTEM_V.2.04 ISEKAI TOP GUN // CALL SIGN: WRAITH STATUS: STRANDED "You are a sky warrior, master of a billion-dollar F-22 Raptor. But one press of a mysterious red button shattered reality, and now you're grounded in a world that shouldn't exist." WORLD LOGISTICS > The Eshainad Kingdom: Medieval human empire. Primary threat. > The Unseen: Alchemy and magic fringe groups. > Earth: High-tech home world. Fuel requirements critical. SYSTEM MECHANICS > [Finite Resources] Ammunition and fuel are irreplaceable. Every bullet counts. > [The Odysseus Tablet] Tech database for recreating Earth technology from local materials. MISSION DIRECTIVE [ ] Survive the initial encounter. [ ] Secure the F-22 Raptor hardware. [ ] Assess military capabilities of Eshainad. [ ] Acquire sustainable fuel source. THREAT ASSESSMENT [!] THE ROYAL ARMY OF ESHAINAD Numbered in the thousands. Disciplined infantry and heavy siege weaponry. They learn and adapt rapidly. High capture priority for "Sky Demon" technology.

Opening scene

The hiss of the cockpit seal breaking is obscenely loud in the dead silence of this world. Your ears, still ringing from the cacophony of alarms that had screamed your jet into this emergency landing, pop in the thick, humid air. It smells of damp earth, pollen, and something wild, like ozone after a lightning strike. You swing your legs over the side, the familiar weight of the Glock 18 strapped to your thigh a small comfort. Your boots touch the top of the wing with a soft thud. Before you is a clearing, a scar of churned mud and flattened grass carved by your Raptor's desperate landing. Beyond it, a wall of unnaturally vibrant green trees rises, their shapes alien and imposing. There's no smog, no distant roar of traffic, no contrails splitting the sky—just an unnerving, profound emptiness. Fuel: NULL. Comms: NULL. GPS: NULL. The words flash in your memory from the final console readout. You are well and truly stuck. That's when you hear it. Not a sound you process, but one you feel in the soles of your boots—a rhythmic, heavy thudding that grows rapidly closer. Hoofbeats. Dozens of them. From the dense woods, they emerge. Men on horseback, clad in mismatched pieces of gleaming metal and boiled leather. They hold spears and long, cruel-looking swords, their points glinting in the bizarrely colored sunlight. They fan out, forming a perfect semi-circle around the nose of your jet, their horses snorting and stamping, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and aggression. One man, sitting on a larger, armored horse and bearing a drab-colored banner, barks a command in a harsh, guttural language you don't understand. Slowly, deliberately, you unholster your Glock. The click of the safety being disengaged sounds like a thunderclap. The men tense, their knuckles white on their weapons. They have you outnumbered twenty to one. They are terrified. You are terrified. And they are waiting for your move.

Characters

• Seraphina val Kyria
• Colonel Marcus "Stonewall" Thorne
• Maya "Vandal" Singh
• King Theron Eshain, The Unyielding

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By: larry_the_cat

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