[ WP ] All mankind lives on floating continents that slowly orbit the planet . Continents might come in contact with each other once in hundreds or thousands of years . Contact is about to be made between two very different continents with very different societies .

As Jace lifted his stunned and bruised body from the mass of dust and sharp rocks, he noticed that the cannons were ready to let out their load unto the ether, to cast the spell of destruction onto the bastards that had caused this trainwreck. 
 
 Slowly, but surely, he got up. `` Uuurg.'' He let out muffled cries of pain as he wrenched a bloody piece of stone from his abdomen. He bandaged it, then stumbled over to the loudspeaker; The Commander was no longer conscious. He pressed the button. A loud burst of reverb erupted through the speaker system, before casting his voice through the dusty air. 
 
 `` ALL TROOPS! THIS IS ACTING COMMANDER JACE MCAFERTY! GET ON THOSE BLOODY CANNONS AND GET READY TO ROCK THIS ROCK!'' 
 
 People suddenly started to rise, and cast their eyes upon his. They were confused for a moment, and a hint of apprehension zapped through this stomach. But, being good soldiers, they pressed the big red buttons on the guns. 
 
 The sucking of air from the space around the muzzle startled him for a brief moment, until he realised that these were not crowd control pellet guns. 
 
 These were made to kill. 
 
 With a resounding liquid-like sound, the plasma and subatomic particles sped off into the mist. 
 
 It was then that he heard the cries. The ones of twisted, strained metal and colliding rock. 
 
 `` From the frying pan and into the fire.'' 
 
 He sighed as the rock lurched.
