I don't own Mass Effect, I don't own anything of the Fate series. I am just an old dude with a weird mind.

What you see here is (eventually) a bunch of omakes that I have made for FiendLurcher's (or Recursive Anathema on SpaceBattles) "Man off the Moon". I am only putting them here as a kind of back up in case SpaceBattles goes nuts on me. If you like these omakes and want more or think that you can make up better ones, just go the SpaceBattles where other made better omakes than I did.

Emiya has fallen into a conundrum. After fulfilling his duty of being in Mars, he had no clue on how to return and Archimedes certainly didn't tell him anything beyond 'go there and back'. The only way he could think of was to ask for a transfer to the moon.

Well other than the fact that the SA has him listed for PTSD and therefore kept a close eye on him. Whoops.

So until he was in the clear and 'recovered', he was stuck on Mars for who knows how long. Until then, all he had to fill his time was to repair (unarmed) vehicles, reading books (the one about AI's and why they are illegal was definitely noteworthy) and taking over the mess hall as its king.

Got to have a hobby after all.

Still, he was getting a bit bored of it all and was considering if he should bribe his therapist with a large pecan pie covered with three scoops of vanilla ice cream, but one day he stumbled upon a somewhat rusty motorcycle in one of the warehouses. While that may not be noteworthy in itself, that fact that someone tried to give it an Eezo core based on where the engine should be was.

Based on just the rust alone, either the person who owned it abandoned it, was transferred before it was complete or a possible dishonorable discharge. Either way, he felt a bit of pity for it that he pondered what he should do with it when a spark of a memory hit.

There was once a time where he was laid up in bed due to injuries (read: angry females) to the point that he was forced to rest for an entire day with his arms in casts. His friend, seeing that Emiya was bothering the nurses and doctors for news of disasters and war, put in some effort, acquired a TV and forced him to watch some anime.

He didn't want to admit it out loud and acted like he didn't care, but he was fascinated of the concept that anime provided and wanted one. Even if it wasn't feasible due to how he fights, having it as an option was never a bad idea. He just didn't have the time for it in the past.

But now?

Fighting a grin, Emiya grabbed the motorcycle into the sunlight.

(Two months later)

Stepping out of the shuttle, Shepard took one look at her surroundings and exhaled deeply.

"...so this is how Mars looks like huh?" She muttered to herself.

A few days before, she had gotten called in by Anderson that someone wanted her volunteer something called 'Project Tornado' or something like that. She didn't care at first, but the mention that the test was at Mars had all but made her leap for the chance. It was a chance to see Shirou after all. For all he had done for her, to not check in on him at least once would feel like an awful crime.

Soon she was placed near the testing site as she was told that the creator wanted to give her a peek of what she is going to be testing first. Before she could even ask, the rev of a motorcycle changed her focus.

What she saw was a fairly armored figure on a motorcycle that seemed just as armored cruise past her and go off a ramp. For some reason, there was a bar up ahead set at such a high point that from what she can tell, the driver was about to hit his or her head within a few seconds at least.

To her surprise, the motorcycle underneath the driver, for a lack of a better word...transformed...one second, there was the driver and the motorcycle, the next, there was only the driver, now more bulky and flying over the bar and then back to the driver on top of a motorcycle before landing.

Shirou was just the icing on the cake. Now she wanted one of those.

She kept on eying both the driver and the motorcycle with hunger as they came closer and closer to her. Once the driver got close enough for a face to face encounter, the person took off their helmet, providing Shepard a look that caused her to gasp in surprise.

"Sh-Shirou?!"

And suddenly her day got that much better.