Alright, so I have started a Fate/Extra Quest on Sufficient Velocity, and since I asked a lot of my readers to submit Servants, I have decided to start posting chapters of it onto here, and depending on whether or not I have gotten the right amount of votes for most of my choices, which is somewhere in the ballpark of 7, I'll either post "completed" chapters like this onto this site, or the same ones that I post onto SV.

Also, since SV has invisible text, and doesn't, just assume that [this], /this\ or this kind of text are supposed to be invisible text.

"Oi, Alby, pay attention!" Our teacher, Miss Fujimura, or as she hated to be called, "Tiger" shouted, snapping me out of my daydreaming.

[X] Alby

"Hai, Hai, Tiger-Sensei" I answered her in a bored fashion, grinning as I saw her red face.

"Alby, you meanie! How could you wound a young maiden's heart like that?"

[X] "I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything to my classmates."

Comical tears start flowing from Taiga's eyes as she clutches her chest as if wounded. "Rest of the class is free study, I need to go cry my heart out!" with that, Taiga storms off.

/How exactly did she get appointed as a teacher? Oh right, Yakuza family connections.\

"Heh, I suppose you're good for something, Ocathin. Thanks to you, we got rest of the day off. Shinji cockily stated.

"It's Ó Catháin, ya pompous dick." I retorted, more than annoyed with Shinji, not that it wasn't common. Something about the guy just rubbed me the wrong way, even before the bastard opened his mouth on the first day of school.

/It doesn't matter whether he is a child, or a teenager, Shinji Matou will always be a reprehensible being\

"Yeah, whatever. Trash like you should be glad that someone talented like me even speaks to you."

[X] "Talented in two-timing and wanking perhaps, but at least I don't shirk from my duties."

"S-Shut up!" Shinji blusters, packing up his supplies before exiting the classroom.

/'How dare this NPC insult me! I'll delete him once these preliminaries end!' Shinji thought as he stomped away\

"Why do you antagonize him like that? You know his family's got a high position in the city." Hakunon asks, her brother going after Shinji to try and help soothe him down.

[X] "At this point, it's a game. If he gives in, I win, and he knows that." I answer with a grin.

"You're playing with fire, y'know." Hakunon sighs before picking up her supplies.

"But that's what makes it fun. It's no fun messing with normal people." I respond, slinging my case behind my back.

Hakunon sighs in resignation, knowing that I wasn't going to stop antagonizing Shinji.

/'Honestly, what am I going to do with you, Alby-san?' Hakunon thought as she followed her friend.\

As Hakunon and I leave the the second floor, I notice a man with a high-collared black coat exiting the room next to the shoe lockers. Eventually, I remember his name; Mr. Kuzuki, our math teacher.

/Julius Harwey, Assassin's master, fitting for the Harwey family's personal attack dog. Highly dangerous.\

For some reason, as I look at this guy, I get a chill going down my back. Not to mention that the guy reminded me of that blonde douche Leo.

"So then, you've sent Fujimura into a crying fit again." Kuzuki addressed me, his ever-present glum look deepening.

[X] I grin at him "So what? We both know that she'll just jump back up."

Mr. Kuzuki scoffs, walking off, but not before bumping into my shoulder. "Uppity Moon Cell AI." I heard him mutter.

…
Wait, Moon Cell? What's th-

[ERROR. Data Entry: OWS_Ó_Catháin has overwritten NPC_File:S2seat12.]

The world around me froze as the word Moon Cell echoes in my mind, and as it does so, other foreign information pops into my mind.

[Potential Master: Alby Ó Catháin has been registered. Relinquishing command from SE .RA .PH to Potential Master.]

The world, no, the simulation of the world resumed, and my eyes hardened as I took control of my body. It was like slipping on your favorite suit that you hadn't worn in ages.

"Is something wrong Alby-san?" Hakunon asked, seemingly worried.

It seemed like neither her or Hakuno had awakened as Masters quite yet, if they even would do so in this iteration of the War.

I shook my head. "It's nothing. Excuse me, but I remembered that I needed to do something." With those words, I walked away from [_], heading towards the spot I needed to be at. [_Part 2]

[X] Hakunon. 2: Passing through the preliminaries came first. I couldn't let myself simply fade away, not without a fight.

"Here it is then, the door to the Moon Cell Grail War." I thought as I stood in front of the dead-end I knew to be the door that would lead to the test where each participant of the War would have to prove that they were worthy of being a Master. Those who did got to move onto the true tournament, while the rest died, either against the effigy set up as tester, or still stuck in their NPC-mode, unaware of their imminent demise.

[X] Too bad I wasn't about to be a sheep for the slaughter.

With those thoughts in mind, I walked towards the wall, and as my foot sank into the fake wall, I knew that there was really no turning back.
And within the blue room, my surrogate Servant awaited, the lifeless doll standing there at attention.

#Welcome, Potential Master#

The effigy slumped, like a puppet that lost its strings, only to stand up soon after, but it was now a lot more animated, arms lazily hanging.

#That Effigy with you is your sword and your shield for what lies ahead. It will move in response to your commands.#

I test this by commanding the effigy to attack the bookshelf next to it, and it does so, breaking the glass with a quick jab. I happily note that it didn't require a vocal command, which honestly made sense, considering the context of the game. It'd be pretty easy to predict attack algorithms if your opponent shouted them aloud.

#Now then, please proceed. The path to your survival lies ahead.#

However before I walked into the shadowy door, I looked around the room for a weapon to defend myself with.

[X] I remembered what happened to the Prologue-character and the player characters in the original game, and I wasn't going to bet my life on a Heroic Spirit appearing in the nick of time of save me.

The only "weapon" I found was a meter-and-a-half long rebar, but it was better than nothing. With my prior command showing how quickly these effigies attacked, I felt somewhat confident in managing to hold my own, at least until my real Servant appeared.

With my weapon in hand and surrogate Servant behind me, I entered the shadowy door.

As my effigy and I walked through the prologue-dungeon, I couldn't help but get nervous, not only because of the upcoming fight, but also because I didn't know for certain what Servant I'd get.

Now, I was certain that I wouldn't be getting Gilgamesh, as I wasn't arrogant enough to think that I could control him.

But, more importantly, I was nervous of which Class my Servant would be, as unlike in a proper Grail War, in this tournament, the only official matches were held at the end of each week, and any fights would be cut off short after a few rounds, or as it would probably be the case here, a while, with the attacking party getting punished for it, by the Servant getting a debuff to their Stats.

So to put it bluntly, Assassins were next to useless in this war, with Casters not far behind, as they were the two classes that didn't excel at one-on-one combat, Assassins being, well, assassins, and Casters being a more defensive Class, setting up a lair chock-full of traps for the enemy Servants and masters to come to them, when the fights in this Holy Grail tournament happened in a duel format, in an arena.

Granted, they weren't completely useless, as Assassins probably don't get a punishment if they can kill their target before .PH notices them, and Casters can still try and outmaneuver or overpower other Servants with their Magecraft.

Berserkers were just a beast to be unleashed onto enemies, and with the way the matches were set up, the enemy Servants and Masters had nowhere to run, and there wasn't the possibility of another Servant-Master pair pitching in to take down a Berserker. However, depending on the Berserker he got, such a simple strategy wouldn't be enough, not that it would be effective in the long run, as eventually, a servant strong enough to either outlast or overpower Berserker would appear.

And Riders weren't all that better, since they were a Class that relied on mobility for most of their victory, so in an enclosed space, like an arena, their combat efficiency would be limited.

Granted, that didn't mean that a Rider would be useless without their mount, if they had other notable skills or Noble Phantasms to utilize.

But regardless, the three Knight Classes, Lancer, Archer and Saber still stood atop the proverbial pecking order, just like in a real Grail War.

Lancers were a relative wild card, as there were many ways their Noble Phantasms could work, like how Cú Chulainn's Gae Bolg would hit a target's heart, if no protective skill was deployed, or how Diarmuid Ua Duibhne's Gáe Dearg could cut through Magic, and wounds inflicted by his Gáe Buidhe being unhealable, as long as the spear remained intact. However, all those varying, and potentially useful features were offset by the generally low Luck Stat that was shared amongst all Lancers he knew off.

[X] I'm not about to bet my life on a Class known for always dying at the worst possible time, the worst for their masters that is, but great for the other Masters.

Archers were honestly the best of the Knight Classes for me…except for their Independent Action skill. Archers had great reach, and usually, they also had okay melee capabilities, but they were also different from other Classes in that they could go completely against non-Command Seal orders, and even then, that seemed to leave some leeway for the Servants. Not to mention that Archers in most case were Servants with personalities that you absolutely couldn't trust to carry out your orders, or to have your best intentions in mind.

And so, Sabers once more were the best choice for Servants. Usually high Magic Resistance, so Casters were practically a non-issue. And most of them had some of the strongest Noble Phantasms. However, since swords were one of the most common weapons in Hero myths, their weapons were practically a calling card that announced their name, strengths and weakness'.

Granted, most Servants were more than strong enough to finish a fight before most opponents could properly use that knowledge.

[X] All I could hope that I got a Servant who wouldn't stab me in the back.

I took in a deep breath as I approached the stained glass arena, which honestly reminded of the Kingdom Heart series' Dive to the heart. But what awaited me there wasn't three pedestals with different weapons on them, no, what awaited me were corpses littering the area, with a lone effigy standing there, identical to the one I have.

As soon as I stepped onto the stained glass floor, the effigy, which I'll classify as Foe sprung to life.

As the Foe leas at me, my effigy steps in the way, blocking Foe's kick, retaliating with a swing, which connects with the Foe's head, but it doesn't do much except daze it.

[X] Effigy, go for a punch, then follow up with a left kick, followed up by a punch.

Long story short, my effigy is losing, not badly, but its right arm has fractures all over it, while the Foe has small fractures all over its body, but nothing that would make it fall apart easily.

I issue new commands to my effigy;

[X] Go for the legs, and whatever you do, don't stop until they're destroyed. I issue these commands knowing that I'll have to fight once my effigy crumbles.

It attempts to follow the orders, but the Foe jabs its arm right into its torso. As it recoiled from the impact, my Effigy managed to destroy the offending arm, sacrificing its damaged right arm to do so, and following up by piercing the Foe's torso with its left.

My effigy crumbles away, but the Foe doesn't crumble away, save for its right arm, and part of its torso armor, revealing a pulsing core that sparked occasionally.

[X] I grasp my impromptu weapon, ready for the Foe to come at me. "I'm not going to die without a fight."

The Foe lunges at me, the same way that it did against my effigy. I jab my rebar towards its chest, aiming for the core. But I only manage to get like 5 centimeters into the damn thing before the Foe swatted at my weapon, bending it as the rebar flew from my grasps, clattering against the stained glass.

The Foe sends me flying with a kic-PAIN, Oh god, so much pain! I close my eyes, both from pain and fear, the sound of the Foe's needle-like feet clicking against the stained glass, more like a countdown to my doom.

[X] Dammit all to hell! I'M NOT GOING TO LET IT END HERE!

[Effigy defeated. .PH Recognizes Alby Ó Catháin as a Master and Participant of the Holy Grail War.]

However, the clicking stops, and unlike what I expected, no attack came. After a while I opened my eyes, and what I saw was…

[X]"I ask you, are you my Master?" Asked my Servant, their body language telling of their confidence, yet sheer rage and indignation radiated from the armored Servant.