I originally made this as a narrative of a possible cutscene for the start of the game, then I thought: 'Hell, if I wrote it, may as well post it.'
Not particularly detailed, and IMO, not very thought out either, but I guess it's ok enough to post.
So here it is.
P.S: When I said 'short', I really wasn't kidding.
EDIT: Updated ver. on my blog: http://psychodestroyerssprialfanfics.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-crash.html
Cradle.
Through the dark, starry depths of space, the Globe-planet spins about its mechanically constructed axis. The Moon, a white broken-sphere, seemed to spray debris from its open-face, which glittered like diamonds in the light of the Sun behind it; A deceptive façade of peace among the disturbed heavens.
Like a comet, a spherical pod hurtles through space towards Cradle, flames trailing behind it like a tail as it breaches the outer atmosphere. Arcing slightly as it is drawn in by the planet’s pull, it seems like another shooting star to the inhabitants of the Globe-World. A wolver, slightly startled by the sight, yelps to its friends. Mecha-Knights, on their hourly Patrol, glance skywards, literally scanning the skies for a sign.
Inside the pod itself, the occupant, clad in the armour of his people, waits patiently.
With a massive roar, the pod streaks through the air, a startled Gremlin falling onto his back in surprise and screaming incomprehensible curses as it sails overhead.
Throwing up a shower of dirt, dust and screeching sounds, the pod finally comes to rest on the ground. The outer case hisses and smokes as it cools off the heat of its entry, crackling every once every second or two; maybe it caught fire?
Suddenly, there is an earsplitting CLANG, and the door of the pod flies open, and the occupant steps out into the light.
Appearing armoured, his/her coloured, neon-like eyes blink as he/she survey’s his/her surroundings: He/she seems to have landed in a fairly remote desert area, with few signs of intelligent life visible.
Another screeching sound is heard overhead, and the knight (for it appears as one) tilts his/her head upwards just in time to witness another pod, just like his/her own, streak past in a fiery blaze. Glancing around, it seems that several other pods were making their decent, all flying past and landing in different areas.
Presently, there is the sound of static, and the newcomer lifts his/her hand to his/her earpiece to receive the possible transmission.
You are this Knight.
You have crashed
You are stranded.
But you are not alone.