((Well I figure I'll go first, I am totally open to changing things at your discretion awilla.))

Name of Ship: The New Believer

Type of Ship and Cargo: Prison/Support ship for the Rebellion wars. They are carrying 200 low profile prisoners and support vehicles, weapons, and soldiers, along with some wounded soldiers as well.

Country of Origin: The League of Enlightened Beings((One of my Sci-Fi nations, details can be found here: http://www.fictionpress.com/topic/2397/869239/1/ ))

Population of Ship; 3500 ((700 will die on impact or escape after crash))

Activated System: Defense Systems((includes surveillance within ship and small radius and defensive turrets))

Equipment available: some tanks and support vehicles, as well as crates of weapons and ammunition. Some medical equipment as well, but mainly enough to treat wounded already on board.

Strengths: Has access to weapons, ammunition, and vehicles, which gives them high maneuverability; as well as access to much support staff such as engineers. They also have prison blocks to hold lots of people.

Weaknesses: They have to care for prisoners and wounded which cannot help care for themselves. None are very experienced at improvising shelters and such, and have a heavy reliance on their technology. They also have low population numbers.

Technology/Psychic Levels: Very high technology levels, though compensates with extremely low psychic levels, only a few people would even have the psychic ability.

People:

Armed and Trained Soldiers((armed with high powered rifles, grenades, etc.))- 15% or 420

Commandos((Also heavily armed)): 5% or 140

Prisoners- 10% or 280

Wounded- 5% or 140

Support Staff((engineers, pilots, technicians, etc. each one armed with a small knife and know how to use it))- 39% or 1092

Command Staff- 1% or 28

Pilots/Drivers((Also armed with knives, though they are a little larger than the one's carried by the support staff))- 5% or 140

Civilians((Different occupations, but no weapons))- 20% or 560

Vehicles: 7 tanks total ((4 working tanks 2 broken down completely, 1 just turret working)); 6 armored cars total ((1 just turret working)); 3 scout cars; 4 armored transport vehicles ((these are the ones that are ground and sea and can carry twenty-five men each)); 4 motorcycles with side cars

I have my rules about what counts as a soldier. Abide by them, please, and reduce your numbers accordingly.

But apart from that, it's allowed.

Captain Donge sat atop his chair as he sipped his drink. "Open the wormhole and lets head to the front." They entered the wormhole, only to be violently jerked out seconds later. "What's happening!" "Sir, we have lost control of the ship, we are going down!" "Radio command and tell them of our immediate location and probable crash sites." "Sir, they aren't responding, looks like we aren't even above the right planet! This is a class-M dark planet, wait, what's happening. I've lost all readings on the planet!" The New Believer began crashing on the planet, "Find a good place to put down, launch escape pods!" Escape pods launched as the ship and the pods were engulfed in flames as they crashed toward the ocean close below. Engineer Jake Watts opened the bay doors as tanks and cars flew out of the back and dropped into the sea, hitting it with a thud. Many pods met the same fate as screams could be heard from the ocean as blood and oil mixed with the salty water and body parts and spare parts watched up on the beach. The ship itself hit a grassy hill overlooking the ocean and its surroundings, just south of the border between nations with the sounds of battle in the distant battle. A gash was achieved on the starboard side of the ship as dozens of convicts escaped out the side. Captain Donge stepped looked up after the crash, "I want a status report now!" After a few hours things were clearing up. Injured had been moved to secure parts of the ship and graves had been dug for those who had died. Jake Watts approached Captain Donge, "Sir, the ship is toast, I got security and basic systems working. I think I can repair that gash using scrap metal form these broken tanks. I've already positioned those unmoving tanks and cars for maximum defense of the ship. I also have transports searching for survivors in the ocean and normal commandos scouting the area, unfortunately it seems whatever pulled us in also fried all of our AI commandos, we'll scrap them for parts." "Sounds good. I want all heavily injured and high risk prisoners executed. We need to think long term, I want food searched for and classified, as well as safe animals to eat."

Ken Long and his friend Jake ran into the nearby escape pod while the ship was crashing, Ken had just awoken from his sleep and had no gear except his armor. They launched the pod straight down, but one of the engines blew on the re-entry. Soon they were spinning like crazy and out of control. Soon the G's became too much and Ken passed out. He awoke with a fright as they crash landed in some Marshy terrain. He looked down to see Jake's dead body, who must have been killed on impact. He saw the broken rifle at his feet and took Jake's holster that contained his pistol. He rummaged through all of his supplies and took what he could find, some medical equipment a few pieces of ammunition for the rifle and pistol, and a week's ration for one soldier. He brought up his auto-GPS locator to find where the ship had crashed, but he only found static. He didn't have a radio, and it looked as if Jake's was broken. Suddenly he heard sounds of battle, gunfire and cannons. He quickly hid in the small pod with the pistol drawn, which was now covered in muck from the marsh, and waited.

What Jake and Ken had unwittingly stumbled upon was the less than famous Battle of Streisburg: a small skirmish, taking place some two miles to the north of that wretched, backwater of a town. It had raged for a quarter of an hour, and now the Barussian commander (Brigadier Sir Anton Gessardt) was deciding to end it. The counter offensive had to go on.

He had sent a company of the famous Barussian Jaegerkorp through the marches on his left flank; they were, he reasoned, experienced light infantrymen, seasoned huntsmen, men who could use swamp and marsh to their advantage. At the same time, his two battallions of the Barussian 18th Regiment of Foot were preparing to attack, with bayonets fixed. And, with a great "Urrah!", they did so.

The Exlandt line was thin, and surprisingly straight. Even more surprisingly, it had a Reaping Gun ((machine gun)) in the middle of it, which was now brought to fire upon the attackers. With a rattling roar, it opened fire. Moments later, the mage commanding the infantry barked his orders. One thousand rifles, in two ranks, were brought to shoulders, and a long line of guns fired in unison. The carnage on the Barussians was hideous. White coated men crumpled and fell, with limbs shattered by the horrific power of the Minie balls. But the survivors went on. "Urrah!"s echoed above the screams of the wouded. A few men fired back wildly, adding to the din of war.

And the Jaegers, crouching low, crept through the marshes, breech loaders readied. They wore their distinctive plumed tricornes with pride, and their moustaches with a certain dignity that even Agline comedians didn't dare mock. They were to open fire on the Exlandt flank, and disrupt the line so as the infantry could engage-an easy enough task, with their quicker firing weapons (that, more importantly, could be loaded prone.) They moved in their skirmish order, slowly but surely.

It was Captain von Eidels who spotted the stone. It was always Eidels who spotted strange things; whether a solitary foot print in the grass, or a speck in the sky that indicated an air attack. But he had never spotted anything like that.

"What the hell is that?" he thought allowed. He waved Lieutenant Orfels' platoon on. They were his best men, and they could handle the Exlandters well enough. But the stone troubled him. Was it some magical contrivance of the enemy? He had seen all too many.

Readying his revolver, he walked towards it. Twenty of his men followed.

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Twenty miles away to the South West (for the marshes were near to the mouth of the glittering River Streisse) a small crowd was gathering around the town hall of Gursthaben. They were listening intently to a man: a monk from the nearby Lorschten Monastery, who had (whilst being on a walk outside for reasons that he did not care to mention) seen something entirely curious: a great, shooting star. Such things were rare enough; but this, he proclaimed loudly, had came nearer to the ground than most. "I saw the apparition!" he said. "It came in a great ball of fire, and it landed! Just like an aeroplane, but bigger, many thousands of times bigger!"

He had not seen it touch the ground for, as he was willing to point out, the "Spirit of our Lords compelled me to bring this news to your good people", but he was quite sure that whatever the thing was, it was entirely significant.

A telegram was sent to the Garrison Town of Foorschten, delivering the strange news ever further on. At the same time, the townsfolk assembled themselves aroud the monk, and followed him to where he had seen it; for what could it be but magic, or the divine? For fear of it being the former, a number of men brought guns with them. A smaller, more rational and less popular group, decided that it was some secret weapon built by the Agline or Gallikans; and so they strode on ahead, not deigning to join in with the hymns that the monk was leading.

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((What are you going to do with those convicts?))

((They will probably go around lying and saying they are divine spirits to much off the natives, remember these people are taller and many have a blue tint to their skin, though prisoners are from rebel planets and will appear more pale, though still sightly blue and taller and more agile))

Leni ran from the crash as fast as he could. all he had to protect him were some razor blades he had been able to sneak into the prison ((this happens often in real life, and I don't want to explain where they sneak it in...)) He got them out after he had run unknowingly north and past the border for a few hours and continued on until he saw a small town. He ran into the town and proclaimed to anyone who would listen that he was a spirit.

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Captain Donge's spotters returned with the news. He was wary because of the guns, but saw no hostile intent because of the singing monk. Snipers were positioned and thge tank cannon was also prepared. The monk was met by Captain Donge himself and was greeted with well intentions.

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Ken looked out while lying down and saw the men. He immediately retreated into the pod and searched through Jake's dead body for some type of explosive. All he found was a case with three flahsbang grenades and saw that Jake's one grenade had exploded on impact, leading to his death, but Ken wondered why he hadn't been hit with shrapnel; but he concluded it was most likely because of the high intensity spinning. He held the just the pistol outside of the pod and waved it in surrender. "I surrender!" he yelled multiple times. In his other hand, still hidden behind the pod, he held one of the flashbang grenades and was prepared to throw it and run if necessary.

A party of scouts had been sent out on the motorcycles, 4 motorcycles with two civilian passenger and two military passengers. "What are we looking for professor?" "Well, any animal would be nice, but a red blood would mean it is safe to eat, also we should look for indigenous mammals, if I can biopsy one I can tell what is safe to eat." "What about plants?" "Most likely looking for meaty fruits in bushes or trees, and also any type of sprout spotted."

((Well, only so much time to do post responses again, so I chose to go to this one instead. It's your turn!

And Kross: I've got a far more delightfully Victorian fate in mind for that convict than having him being worshipped. And I know that people get razor blades into prison. I've read 1984.))

The little village of Mechtendorf was, incredibly, still full when Leni arrived. The villagers were confident that the invaders would be repelled-indeed, they hadn't heard of anything, for rifles are not loud weapons.

Their reactions upon the sight of a strange, blue man leaping through the streets and jabbering away in a strange tongue that no one understood were decidedly mixed. Most touched their foreheads in warding and continued on their way; war threw up all sorts, and magical accidents weren't unknown. Some stared and watched him (notably a crowd of small children, faces sticky from sweets obtained at the fair which-improbably-was taking place. The fair had gone there because soldiers had all kinds of strange demands, and fairs didn't just offer dancing bears and unlreliable steam powered contraptions to ride on.)

A gentleman by the name of Meiter Offenhuyme, however, was delighted.

He shook Leni's hand the moment he could take hold of it; offered him tobacco, and a pipe, and a flask of brandy, and other such courtesies as these which didn't require sanity to appreciate. He then gestured towards a large, brightly painted caravan that was parked. "I," he said, pointing to himself, "will be honoured to show you to my caravan. It is very pleasant in there." He said each word slowly and clearly, and tried to sign along with it. He had an impressively large moustache, an immaculate collar, and a perfectly clean frock coat; not the garb, perhaps, of a poor living traveller, but such thoughts as these were unlikely to materialise in the mind of a hungry, dirty, extremely tired convict.

((Please let him in. Why? Because the fate I have planned for him is too deliciously ironic to pass up.))

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The townspeople were astounded by the tall, strange man with the blue skin. The monk went on his knees. Quite a few people did the same, but the majority remained wary.

No one, of course, knew how to talk to the creature, or what it was saying.

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Von Eidels blinked and raised his weapon as the-man? emerged from its vehicle. He presumed that it was a vehicle, but he had never seen one before like it.

A line of rifles jerked up as the man raised a pistol. "Lay down your weapon!" von Eidels called. "Surrender!" He slowly lowered his revolver to the muddy ground, hoping the creature would copy.

He heard a sudden "Urrah!" behind him, followed by a quick volley of rifle shots; Orfels had engaged, it seemed.

But this was swiftly countered. Someone screamed-something-and there was a brief tearing, rending sound. A sergeant of von Eidels' men turned to see many of Orfels' Jaegers being rent apart by a great, spinning blade, which glowed with runes and the blood of mortals. More and more shots rang out, as the Exladnters continued to pour their volleys into the Barussian Foot. The Urrahs were faltering now; now, mere yards from the enemy lines, they were replaced with the groans of the wounded, and the sound of desperate rifle fire.

((This irony sounds so delicious it will ruin my appetite for dinner))

Leni got the gist of what the man was gesturing and followed him.

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Captain Donge saw the monk kneeling as a good sign, but noticed the still wary peasants behind him. He held his rifle in the air and slowly laid it down on the ground as a sign of good faith. He signaled for the soldiers near him to do the same. Meanwhile any conversations being held were being recorded so they could analysis their language.

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Ken quickly saw a way to gain their trust he grabbed both of his pistols ((his and Jake's)) and fires at the Exandlt lines to show the lieutenant they were on the same side. He took cover with him and mimic covering his ears and shutting his eyes until he understood. He quickly threw over a flashbang, which would no doubt stun whatever magician is there, and stood up with pistols blazing.

((Happily, it's breakfast time over here.))

Unfortunately for him, no sooner had Leni stepped into the caravan, than a large cosh, held by an even larger man, crashed down onto his head, rendering him instantly unconscious.

For Meiter Offenhuyme, when not providing pipe, tobacco and other courtesies to strangers, also had the honour of running the fair's Freak Show. He reckoned that this gentleman-he didn't seem to be painted!-would be a perfect attraction for customers.

((More to come.))

((Continued))

The townsfolk watched the strange people raising their rifles high, and many did the same. What strange customs these... beings had!

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The flashbang stunned not only the magician, but many soldiers in both the Exlandter and Barussian lines of infantry. ((How does the guy know what to do?))

Seeing so many comrades fall, blinded and cringing, and the blue man blasting away with his weapons in the direction of the fighting humans (who were obscured by powder smoke), von Eidels threw himself at Ken, trying to tackle him down. His men rushed forwards, bayonets fixed. "Surrender!" he barked. "Surrender now!"

Rifles continued to bang, but with far less vigour. Soldiers were turning towards the sounds of battle from the weird stone, and the pistol shots that had been fired innaccurately-but so lethally quickly- out of it.

Once more, the Barussians were urged on. And finally, the Exlandters withdrew, leaving their Reaper Gun, and a handful of still stunned men to be captured. But most were simply dragged away, including the magician.

Ken immediately put down his weapons, he thought his body language had been clear to cover their heads but apparently not. He put his hands up and not knowing what else to do, started talking to them, "I was trying to help you! I forced them to retreat, I saved you!"

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