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I stand in front of a patch of dirt, upon it is inscribed a magic summoning circle. I check my watch, 0200 hours, perfect, time to begin. I raise my right hand, upon which is a red glowing seal that resembles a sword, and begin reciting the incantation I've spent the last week memorizing.

My name is Jacob Roberts, I was a soldier in the US Army before I joined the NSA. Three months ago I was approached by the Secretary of Defense and asked if I wanted to help save the world, and of course I said yes. I said goodbye to my daughter and spent the next two and a half months in London, England learning magecraft.

Apparently I have an ancient bloodline of Mages that no one in my family knew about, so I have the ability to access this extra body system called magical circuits and use those circuits to produce a form of energy called mana, and use that energy to use magic. In London I learned the basics of magecraft, how to shape mana into a somewhat solid form and do almost whatever I want with it. My best subjects were pyromancy and healing magic, yeah, weird combo.

I, as a former captain, am the leader of a small team, the two other members waiting in the car about a hundred feet behind me. We were told to come to this spot and summon a Servant, I'm standing in a field somewhere in Shropshire, on top of an old burial site.

A week ago I was chosen to be a master in the Holy Grail War, a battle between Mages and spirits to have a wish granted. I learned about the War in London, basically I summon a Servant, a Heroic Spirit, and have them fight other Servants until mine is the only one left and I win. Now, I begin the incantation to summon my Servant.

"Heed my words, my will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call, and obey my will and reason, then answer my summoning. I hereby swear, that I shall be all the good in the world, and that I shall defeat all the evil in the world!"

After my melodramatic recitation is done, the circle starts glowing a bright blue, and after a flash that nearly blinds me and makes me hold my hand up to shield my eyes, I look back at the circle and see a woman standing within it. She wears a blue dress, as well as a chest piece and lower arm pieces of plate armor. She is blonde, with her hair pulled into a tight bun, she has emerald eyes, and a slightly androgynous face, but based on her features it's easy to tell that she's female. She looks at me, holding an elaborate long sword with the top pointed down, hands resting on the pommel. After a moment she speaks. "I am Servant, Saber class. I ask of you… Are you my master?"

"...Yes, I am, my name is Captain Jacob Roberts, United States Army."

"Very well then, my true name is Arturia Pendragon, King of Camelot. People in your era know me as King Arthur. I shall entrust this body and sword to you, everything I am shall be yours to use as you see fit. I hope that we will have many victories in this coming war." She has a slight British accent and speaks with an authoritative, regal tone. Her words could be described as fancy.

"And I the same, I shall fight by your side and use your skills as best as I can to ensure victory…"

I feel a strange feeling, like my energy is being sapped from me, it's not too much, just enough to be noticeable, and I also experience a surge of random memories or visions of medieval battles and royal courts.

"Huh...King Arthur? The King Arthur? You are King Arthur? But you're… well…"

"Yes, I understand your confusion, I had to conceal my gender for political reasons. I assure you though, that my being a woman will not affect my fighting ability in the slightest."

"Oh no, don't worry, I wasn't worried about that, it's just, uh… surprising… Anyways, we need to go, we need to formulate a strategy for the war."

Saber's sword and armor dissipate in specs of golden light, leaving only her dress. She follows me as I turn to walk back to my vehicle. Suddenly another blue light appears behind us and we turn to see the circle is once again starting to flash.

When the light from the circle dims once more, I tell Saber to stay where she is and circle around to the other side. Another spirit just got summoned somehow, and I feel a pain on my arm, and look down to see another symbol has formed, above the first, on my wrist, it looks like a skull, and a helmet, at the same time. I look down at my hand and then back up, and see another figure standing in the circle. "What… the fuck?..." I mutter, I was only supposed to have one Servant, or whatever these things are called. Now I have two to deal with? Shit.

Inside the circle stands a person, small in stature but clad in some beastly looking armor, it is white and crimson, with lots of sharp angles and spikes on certain parts. They are wearing a horned helmet that hides their entire head and face. They are holding a sword that matches their armor, pointed down with the tip of the blade on the ground in the same way Saber was when she was summoned. Another knight, I guess.

As I stare, slightly awe-struck and very confused, the Servant's helmet breaks apart and moves on its own to become part of the neck and shoulder armor, revealing the wearer's surprisingly feminine face. The Servant's face looks very similar to Saber, and her hair, which is also blonde, is done up in a short ponytail that splays out in several directions. She opens her eyes, which are the exact same color as Saber's, and says to me, "I am Servant, Saber class, my name is Sir Mordred, I was once a knight under King Arthur… So then, I ask of you, are you my master?"

She speaks with an aggressive tone, loud and confident, bordering on arrogant, and as she asks me if I'm her master, she smiles in a way that looks more like she's baring her teeth in a cocky grin. "I am… my name is Captain Jacob Roberts, United States Army… Sir Mordred, huh? Heh, with you here I guess this war is officially over."

"Heheh, a captain? Good, at least you're a soldier who can kick some ass when it comes down to it, and you're not some run-of-the-mill pansy-ass mage." I feel another drain on my energy, and see another influx of random memories, I guess that's our contract sealed.

I smile in return at her comment, "Yeah don't worry, I'll do what I can to back you up in a fight, just don't go overboard, I've only got so much mana, I hope you don't mind sharing me."

"Sharing you? The hell do you mean?" I nod behind Mordred to Arturia. Mordred turns around to look at her.

Arturia had simply stood there dumbfounded as Mordred and I had our little exchange, as Mordred turns to face her they look at each other for a second, Arturia says, "Mo-"

Mordred propels herself forward, using a burst of mana to enhance her acceleration and cover the 20 foot distance between her and Arturia in less than a second. The force of her moving forward cracks the ground where she was standing and creates a gust of wind and dirt that blinds my eyes for a second. As I blink dirt out of my eyes I hear Mordred scream in rage.

Arturia is only just able to bring her sword up in time to start blocking and parrying Mordred's attacks. As I process what's going on and start running over to them, their blades clash and they start talking to each other. "I'll kill you!" Mordred screams.

"You're still as foolish as you've always been, Mordred."

"Shut up! This time is different, this time I swear I'll show you-"

I get to them, I'm not too sure what's going on, but I do remember reading about the King Arthur legend, how Mordred is Arthur's illegitimate son and he ends up betraying and killing Arthur, but dies in the process. But I really don't care about that, right now I have a war to fight and I don't need my team members trying to kill each other. While they stare hatefully at each other, their blades pressed against each other, I grab both of their shoulders and try to separate them, "Both of you, STOP!"

A wave of red energy bursts out of me and envelops them for a second, then they both take a step back and lower their swords. Their movements are stiff and jerky, like they're moving against their will and trying to fight it. I get between them and place my hands on their chests, I notice that part of the symbols on my right hand are faded out. "God dammit, shit, look what you two made me fucking do! Now I don't know exactly what your pasts were like, but that's in the past, and now, I'm your master, and we're trying to win a war. I don't wanna have to be an asshole and bark orders at you all the time, and I don't wanna use my command seals to keep you in line, I've already wasted one on this shit, but I will if I have to!"

They glare at me, and each other, Arturia dissipates her armor and sword, then takes another step back and asks Mordred, "Very well, are you going to be civil now, Mordred?" Mordred still has her face contorted in a snarl, holding her sword in one hand, her gaze flicks between me and Arturia, then she finally relaxes, just a little, "Fine." She spits out.

I lower my hands, subconsciously noting that neither of them have much going for them in the chest area, and heave a heavy sigh. "Women." I mutter, and then immediately feel the edge of a blade against my throat. I follow the length of the sword with my eyes to Mordred, the source of my now extreme discomfort and slight fear. Her face is no longer twisted in a hateful growl, but her eyes show a cold rage that borders on insane hatred, that would make most people freeze in fear.

"Don't. Call me. A girl. Next time, I won't stop myself." Mordred threatens.

"Mordred!" Arturia growls, looking at Mordred like an upset parent.

I study Mordred for a second. She must have some kind of complex. "...Why?" I ask.

Mordred blinks, clearly caught off guard by the fact that her threat didn't work on me. "B- because I'm a knight!"

"Okay, you're a knight who happens to be female, how is that bad?"

"W- well, women can't be knights! Why do you think my father concealed her gender?"

I glance at Arturia, then I focus back on Mordred. "Maybe where you come from, but where I come from anyone can be anything, and personally I don't care if you're a man or a woman, I just want you to do your job and do it well. But if you don't like me calling you a girl, then I won't."

She thinks on this for a second, then lowers her sword, slowly. "Good. Thanks, Master." She mumbles, and her armor and weapon disappear in a small flash of red lightning. She is clad in a very different outfit than Arturia's, it's a red tube top, little more than a bra, red shoulderless sleeves, a red skirt that flays out on the sides and is open on the front, showing a dark red loincloth, black tights starting at her mid-thigh and going all the way down, and red high heel boots.

For someone who doesn't want to be called a girl she wears some pretty revealing clothing, showing almost her entire torso save most of her breasts (though she does have a pretty nice underboob going, but to mention so would be tantamount to suicide), as well as her thighs. I sigh inwardly as I think that my two Servants are pretty much polar opposites, which could be part of the reason why they hate each other so much, other than the fact that they literally killed each other. They might be more than I'll be able to handle.

We walk back to my car, I have Arturia sit up front with me while Mordred sits on the opposite side, behind me, in the back with my two teammates. 1LT Anthony Schellick, my radio and technical communications guy and the second-in-command, asks "Everything good boss?" I respond "Yep, just some family drama, you know how it is." Schellick looks at me quizzically but doesn't comment further. He chooses to sit in the middle of the seat and leave his head back to sleep.

CW2 Veronica Minaki, my team sniper, and another mage, sits behind Arturia and rests her head against the window without much comment. On the drive back to base I start feeling tired so I put in headphones and play some hard music from my phone, which just so happens to be "Custer" by Slipknot. Arturia sits poised and elegant beside me, looking either out her window or straight ahead, and Mordred sits relaxed in her seat, and I notice from occasional glances in the rear view mirror that she's slightly head banging in tune with the song I'm listening to, which is weird since I'm the only one who can hear my music.

After a hour long drive and having to glare at a British private gate guard to get Arturia and Mordred allowed on base, I get a few hours of sleep and get ready for a briefing later in the morning.