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GRADUATION AND ESCALATION
22nd April 2170 CE 8:30am aboard the HMS Dun Stallion
Mindoir, a UEG controlled farming colony in the Attican Travers with a population a little over 200,000 souls, the planet only has one space port in New Dresden city with roads connecting to outlaying farming communities and small suburban towns in the country side.
Despite the only two years of development, Mindoir is well defend to deter a small fleet of pirates, as the planet has a star base along with 5 orbital defence platforms interlinked with a fire control network.
The planet only had to deal with an smuggler run and destroyer 3 slave ships together for attempted run on the planet. Though that was a year ago and it is unlikely that an attack on this world would occur with the events taking place on the planet itself.
In orbit among the stations and civilian transports where seven SA vessels and an single Chaldean ship. This small fleet was comprised of two L-class frigates, 3 H-class frigates and two Destroyers, one of the S-class and the final one a DD-class.
They were under order to escort the Chaldean vessel HMS Dun Stallion a 900m long carrier with a design frame closely resembling a Venator-class Star Destroyer, the ship was only the 5th of its class among a small but growing private Navy for the Chaldeans residing within this galaxy.
Such developments were only possible because of the actions from the Avalon political party making bills for the Chaldeans to gain the resources necessary to establish a good footing in UEG space, not only that but to gain as much favour as possibly with beings who could be considered demi-gods in the power they wielded.
Not only that, it was after all thee King Arthur they were talking about here, all knew his legend in some way or form, and to have gained knowledge to an not only a living but alternate King Arthur and the deeds he has done make him for a very much needed ally to rally behind, all for the favour of the Once and Future King.
Shanxi, Magical Humans, Advanced Technology and the SERVANT Program really did wonders in securing loyalty from the humans in this galaxy.
For Leo, these last 13 years have been some of most greatest experience to live through. For in the begin it was hard to adjust in such uncertainty.
But now after many long years she could nearly say that she was almost at ease with how everything has turned out.
Though while they have made humanity far stronger then ever would been if they stuck to EZ tech, the result of their rise in power had forced the rest of the galaxy to try and match that might, the Citadel races where possibly more militarily stronger than they were in the Reaper War, and with only 16 years left, Leo was certain things would be different, the galaxy had them and their gifts after all.
But as soon as Sovereign was found and destroyed that time frame could be cut in half if not shattered all together if that monster was destroyed. She knew that they would get that thing, they had to, but as insurance they had a few Assassin class Servants keeping an eye on Saren and a few other that could come into contact with that ship.
For now, they just had to keep expanding their fighting base as much as possibly before that day comes.
Which brings her focus back to todays events. The SERVANT graduation test. Normally her older sister Altera would be here with her assist in the test but it was deemed unneeded as this trial didn't require both of them to oversee the graduation of brand new Servants, so she spends her time with Atria looking into ways to get in contact with the Geth Consciousness and Quarrians Migrant Fleet, both should not be left out of their plans to save the galaxy from the Reapers
Going through the list in her quarters there were about 4 teams of 9 Servant trainees taking todays test and from these teams there were quite a few golden eggs among this year's graduates and their performance records where fairly impressive.
To name a few in this year's.
Team 1 Miranda, Oriana Lawson and Jacob Taylor.
The sisters were a surprise to have, it wasn't accounted for and very much unexpected to even be part of the SERVANT program but Jacob wasn't really much of a surprise, likely possible that the boy grew up hearing the stories of us and the people inducted into the program.
Mirandas Servant class was a duel class of both Caster and Assassin which was not surprising, but her sister was found to be a good fit for the Archer class, that girl could shoot well but was ill suited for hand to hand. Jacob found an affinity for the Shielder class.
Next in Team 2 was Kai Leng, Jeff Moreau.
Kai Leng Servant class was very obvious Assassin, he was one of the first to discover his class and Phantasm within his first year of training the Katana wielding Servant proved himself to be one of the strongest. Jeff was also easily identified as an rider class, the man would not of been able to enter the program much less walk if not for the advancements in medicine and a little bit of magical help, jeff was by far the fastest Rider class Servant in the program.
In team 3 was the Wulfric sisters Valkyrie and Morrigan.
The sisters were far more advanced in every field compared to their other fellow Servants being trained by both my family and myself personally after first meeting them on Shanxi all those years ago, so it was no surprise that these two gained their own phantasms in those early days. Like their older brother they were Norse themed in a way with both Valkyrie and Morrigan both having a link to Brynhildr and other Valkyries, being in the Lancer class suited them both well.
And finally in Team 4 was John Shepheard nicknamed the 'transfer student' for moving over form early military training in the Alliance to the SERVANT Program by discovering his unique magical aptitude for Servant candidacy, and the next graduate was the youngest of them all Jack Kail.
At 9 years of age yet showing so much maturity, prodigy level intelligence and near overwhelming power in magical ability alone, jack was the youngest dual class Servant for the Caster and the Avenger class. Shepheard however was classified as both a Ruler class Servant and for the Saver class.
Saver class Servant titles are only given to those who are messiah types, for example the Buddha and Jesus.
The other trainees weren't nearly as advanced then these special 9, already they were going to cause changes in the future, especially Shepherd if he rises above to point of becoming a legend itself.
They all going to pass the test, that much Leo was sure of but not until she put them through the last stretch of hell.
The test was a time trial lasting only 3days, each team would be placed 50km away from new Dresden city where they would have to make their way back. The walk back would be easily with the graduates enhanced bodies but that time was meant to have them strategies for when the real test begins.
Each team was tasked on getting all members across the return line that was the Dresden's first wall to the wilds, each team was also be told they could work together because teamwork was what would be required to get them to pass, as parts of Gold Regiment would be actively hunting them down to make them fail via incapacitation.
The trainees only had food and water to last a day and a night and their Phantasms along with other acquired abilities during their time apart of the program.
Knocknocknoc!
Someone was at the door to her quarters.
"Come in" I called out to whoever was on the other side of the door.
When the door automatic doors slid open a large man came through.
He was at 6'1ft a head higher than myself with blonde hair and bronze eyes, he was fairly well tanned and muscular that would have many women fawn over him but he had visible angry red scars littered all over his body that looked like they really hurt at time he got them, but yet he wore a jovial grin on his lips.
He had two large red swords strapped to his waist where their hilts were connected via a long red chain, he had no shit on and no shoes ether, just some sky blue jeans held up by a belt.
"Hey hey it your number one Honour Guard come to tell the newbs are ready for their last days of hell" the man says happily as he strolls on in casually into my room.
"Apollyon, I know I've lost count but what are the chances you'll ever wear some shoes and a shirt" I said sighing at this man's complete disregard of formal wear. He in turn snorted at my comment.
"hm about as much of the chances of you getting laid". I could feel my cheeks flush slightly at his remark.
He's so annoying. After dealing with him for about 13 years I can say Apollyon has earned his place in the SERVANT program and be and outstanding citizen of the Kingdom.
Back when I first met him, I remembered a scared young teen desperately looking for his family after the first invasion of Shanxi. I helped him find his two younger sisters Valkyrie and Morrigan, but their parents weren't so lucky.
After contact with the Asari it was he who rounded up the orphans of Shanxi and desperately made a plea to join my family's Kingdom as citizens along with surrendering himself to be a soldier to her name as long as his sisters could stay with him, as there would be no hope for them in the civil system that would house the orphans of Shanxi.
So her family accepted the children, and in the process discovered their unique magical aptitude to be like them.
The kids accepted the offer to be taught magic, and within months of training I began experiencing the first stages of new effects I was able to do from my transition into being a divine spirit because of my Holy Lance.
I could for the lack of a better term enhance regular humans or magical humans to be gifted with much stronger altered bodies, capable of utilising more magical energy and preforming greater physical feats that only my family and I could achieve.
The SERVANT program only came to fruition because of my new ability and the willingness of the kids to severe under us. I didn't like it, the children's minds were far more easily accepting of indoctrination when they are more likely to go with what they are being told when treated right, and with our actions from the training and treating them like family along with my dam arura of having them revere my being.
Those kids had no choice in being loyal to my person no less the Kingdom of Camelot, they would happily die for me, and I hated everything about it.
Even now in this moment of time Apollyon even with his flirtatious, blunt, battle manic tendencies he is still holding me in a divine light.
I could only lament this, but refocusing on the todays events only do so much to distract me from the indirect brainwashing I have committed on those children.
"how are your sisters" I say to him.
"Nervous but keen"
"And Jackie"
"Overexcited"
"The transfer student"
"Calm and collected".
"Everyone else"
"Bit of this and that, overall, with what we have planned for them, I am confidant in all of them passing" I look down to the rooster one more time, skimming through the names of applicants, especially the special 9.
"Then let's get them briefed" I stood up from my chair and move to leave the room with Apollyon coming in not too far behind me reaching for his commlink.
"Boys, get the newbs assembled in the hanger, where starting the last march."
Our destination was the main hanger on this ship, the frontal dorsal hanger was the largest on the ship aside from the two on the side and ventral one. I find it very amusing that our schematics for our privet Navy and Army have designs of the Empire and Republic ships although they were very much altered to get rid of any preserved weakness.
For example, the Venator line doesn't have the two over exposed bridge and flight control towers, those were cut off from the design template, the 8 broadside dorsal quad heavy turbo lasers increased in number and placed in better strategic positions so now the line has 18 guns giving the ship line a full 360 firing angle. Two at the very front four more to the sides of the frontal dorsal hanger and under side and the rest laid evenly from midsection to stern. All guns had to have an forward firing angle. Other than those changes the ship is largely the same in the original design.
Passing by many saluting ship bound Naval personal and the many other soldiers and Servants, the winding silvery halls eventually lead to the blast door entering into the hanger bay.
When the doors collapsed away revealing 4 columns of the 36 graduates. All looking so eager and twitchy at their final test.
Upon spotting my person. Every signal graduate straightens up and prostrate themselves before me due to my aura washing over them, the examiners are no exception to this ether.
I inspect the lines for any imperfections, their stances show no sign of fidgeting, no unnecessary breaths are taken. There eyes show unwavering resolve.
Satisfied I address the soon to be Servants.
"Graduates, today marks end of your training within the SERVANT program, but today also marks the start of a brand new future for all of you, fail or pass you all are going to be coming out of this stronger than you have been before, you are no longer trainees, you are Servants and todays the day you start acting like one."
I see small smirks adjourn the graduates faces, they are excited and happy for today, but I knew they weren't going to go in to this profession without the seriousness that is expected of it.
"Captain Wulfric, you may proceed." I take a step as Apollyon begins the briefing the graduate on the graduation test.
"Yes my Princess" he say politely bowing to my person before stepping forward with a savage grin on his face.
"Alrighty, as our princess has stated you longer trainees anymore, you are servants and thus expected to act like one. Because today is also going to be the day where we find those among you who actually belong here, to be a Servant is more than just having fancy smancy glowy oooh ah magical shit. Being a SERVANT is an life debt to our lady who has deemed you worthy of such a power, you serve the Crown now and carry the weight of their Name and Power where ever you go in this Galaxy, your success is their success, your actions are their actions, your FUCK UPS are their FUCK UPS, so if any of your dare to so much as humiliate them in any way or form, I will rip you apart before I KILL you for bringing such dishonour."
His aggressive words affected the graduates but they stood firm in his presence which earns them a little of his respect.
"For your final hell march out of the SERVANT program, we are going to drop you 50km away from New Dresden city, you have 3 days to reach the walls or you will fail, and if any of dare think this is going to be a walk in the park think again for in this 3 day period, elements of Gold regiment are going to be hunting you down, we are going bomb you, we are going to gas you, we are going to shoot you, and if I find you well hn well I will find you and you might not survive" letting the actual test sink in the hanger crews bring out four LAATs for transportation of the graduates.
"It's time, I really do wish you all good luck because I am not going to hold back, so I recommend for all teams to stick together if you face me or any other member of gold regiment, once you land the test starts, now then…graduates fall out" with his last words said the 4 teams of 9 enter into their respective LAAT before their doors closes and fly out of the hanger bay of the Dun Stallion.
As I watch them leave I turn to address Apollyon.
"So which members of Viking squad will you be taking down with you" I ask the blond berserker and he puts on his trade mark grin.
"Oh that's a secret" he says before we head to another LAAT being made readied for the examiners.
"Of course they are, but do remember to not to bloody them too much".
"hm I make no promises". He says while scratching his chin.
"You better, we don't need more armless traumatised graduates because of you not holding back" I say in a deadpan tone to him.
"You can't blame me, that fucker made me bald after what that failed spell did to my hair" Apollyon whines.
"Just make sure you don't go overboard." I urge to him as we enter onto the LAAT.
"urg fine, I'll keep them relatively in one piece".
"that's all I ask for, also one more thing".
"what?"
"get your hand off my arse".
"but it's comfyARRGG" Apollyon cried out in pain as was sent into the floor of the LAAT after I'd decked him by punching him in his exposed stomach.
"pervert" I hiss to the man on the ground.
"W-woth-it ow" Apollyon groaned in pain.
'He's so annoying' I think to myself in irritation before the LAAT finally lifts up from the hanger floor and speeding off into the void of space with its destination set at Mindoir.
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After a day of meeting with the governor of Mindoir and the Alliance commander in charge of the escort fleet in a conversation and in preparation for the graduation ceremony in front of New Dresden city hall I headed straight to the tests finish site where a barracks had been constructed where the graduates could recuperate after the ordeal they are most certainly going through right now.
Entering into a building which housed monitoring stations I found myself being drawn to an aerial overview of the progress the 4 teams where making.
From the start of the first day Jeff had been rushing around ferrying every candidate together towards an secluded area of undergrowth where all 36 trainees began to spend the first day keeping under the radar while avoiding many patrol paths of my regiment all the way into the second day.
So far they had cleared over 41.2km of the terrain between them and where I stood right now, and I was quite impressed with the progress they had made.
Asking about for their encounters which surprisingly has been very sparse and short lived skirmishes. All through the actions of the special 9.
The Casters where keeping their energy signatures hidden all while enhancing the teams mobility further with runes and other enchantments while the Assassins did their best to cover their tracks and keeping the teams from encountering the patrolling members of Gold regiment who where in the field to make them fail.
This effort and superb coordination was of course all done by the transfer student Shepherd.
That man is really meant to be a leader and unifier, his actions today already paint him as such.
Of course such progress would soon face their first massive hurdle because Apollyon had found them.
Even if it was 36 on 1, and Apollyon got to work on showing the power difference between an magical human trainee and an actual Servant whose been part of Gold regiment for many years.
He was destroying the group of graduates by the seams. But it was obvious that the special 9 where the only ones who showed that they had a chance at defeating him, they were going all out on each other in those jungles, splintering branches, uprooting trees and nearly starting a forest fire. But that's when two other members of Viking squad made their entry.
First was a tall man with a lean form and flowing red hair, unform was knightly like and his Phantasm was a strange looking long bow made in a metallic make, and with small plucks of the string on the bow, thin streaks of light appeared from all sides hammering into the graduates. This man was another Servant of the Archer-class, his name was Benjamin Howl codenamed Tristan, he was the long ranged specialist on Apollyon's squad.
Next was a women in near skin tight futuristic dark purple suit wielding one substantially sized red spear that magically split into more versions of itself, this was her Phantasm one of Apollyon's close range specialist a Lancer, she had purple hair and red eyes as a result of her magical enhancements into becoming a Servant same with Tristan and his hair along with any other who became a Servant. Her name was Fraga mc Entr, codenamed Scathach.
I could now only pray for the trainees safety against those 3.
It soon became clear that the graduates where overmatched and out skilled in every way, they could not win, they would fail their test if they continued in direct confrontation.
But it appeared that Shepherd hatched his new plan.
Out of the 36 there, it was clear that only the special 9 would last longer than the rest, so Shepherd ordered them to make a break for the finish line while they held back the 3 Servants of Viking Squad. They did so and ran like hell was on their feet, leaving the 9 to make a tactical retreat slowly but surely from the 3 pursuing Servants all the way to the end line, though they needed to keep up with defences while under constant attack from the Servant of Viking squad. But it seemed that they were managing if barely.
They were being treated with kids gloves on by the member of Viking as if they did cut loose even for a small bit, it could mean a loss of a limb from one of the graduates.
For nearly 2 hours the special 9 slugged their way to the finish line, for 2 hours under constant attack from 3 superior foes in every shape and form proved to break them down bit by bit, they were at their limits and they only had just under 3km to go. But with the way thing where going they wouldn't make it.
Even at base here I could hear the sounds of their struggle from the massive booms.
Eventually it was in this moment that the special 9 seemed to understand that they would certainly fail if nothing was done to get them out of this predicament they faced.
What happened next was one of if not the most greatest displays of ingenuity, unity, and sheer determination.
And once again the special 9 defied exception in their final hours of their time as trainees in the SERVANT program.
The Casters carved many runes into all of their persons, Jacob placed his shield on the ground while Casters climbed on as best they could and then the runes lit up causing the group to float except for Jeff, it was then that the Servant of Viking squad understood what they were witnessing but it was far too late for them to act as the special 9 all linked together in their floating like state where soon being pulled by Jeff going at almighty speeds, racing across the jungle floor all the way towards the finish line where the rest of the trainees where waiting for them.
And they crossed the line before collapsing into one massive, exhausted pile up. They were all suffering from magical depletion and various other detrimental effects on the body, none of them could move as they were quite literally out cold on the spot, soon they where carted to the onsite infirmary.
I could not help but smile proudly at them as they lay in their beds motionlessly. These men and women where no doubt going to save so many live once the reapers come, and luckily enough they had more than enough time to become far stronger than they are today.
"Make sure when they wake up are given a proper leisure once we head back to Dresden" I say to the drill sergeant Servant whose been with this batch of trainees since their enrolment into the SERVANT program.
The gruff looking man bows.
"Don't worry you majesty, I'll make sure there all prettied up for the graduation ceremony." I nodded to the man before heading back to Dresden city not before informing Apollyon to give the graduates a day of rest before they were ordered to attend there graduation ceremony.
At my place of residence, was a very large house bordering onto the size of a mansion, the house was three story's tall designed with an elegant Victorian look, the bottom floor was divided into three section, one was the kitchen and custodians quarters of the house itself, second section in the middle was a reception hall that lead to the main stair case heading to the second and third floors, the third and final section was made of three rooms, first was a conference room, second room was a party room with couches and chairs, but the room could also be connected to the third room that had a large dinning table made to seat many guests.
The second floor held the guest rooms and their own bathrooms along with their own dining room plus a small cook station, and on the other side was the study and some other business quarters.
On the third floor was built to only hold rooms belonging to all five members of my family and only my family.
The house itself was big but the property where it was built on was even larger, near give or take a kilometre in diameter surrounded by reinforced cobblestone walls that where five metres in height and manned by many cameras and a lot of dedicated security guards.
Personally, I'd rather rent an apartment block in the city itself, but with my social status and position it be unacceptable for someone like me to be sleeping in such degraded buildings, and the paparazzi would have a field day in hounding my every move 24/7, not that they didn't do that already.
But once I tucked myself into bed I instantly threw away any thoughts of thinking this place to be a massive waste of the taxpayers money.
This bed was nice.
I like.
So comfy.
Not as comfy as my bed in the Prydwen or my personal sleeping quarters back on terra nova in new Camelot Castle but this was still nice.
Once the morning sun read its unpleasant rays into my face, I knew that today I'd need to make the final preparations for the graduation ceremony as it was going to be an open venue so that meant the public would be allowed to watch the I guess knighting of 36 brand new Servants.
Mindoir had already been getting an influx of tourist from all around UEG space witness the ritual with there own eyes and many more would be viewing it live on the holo net and News channels broadcast the event, of course this event was going to be done in my presence thus it made it even far more interesting.
With our existence being seen and documented for the last 13 years, the citizens of the UEG were still so infatuated with us. Can't exactly blame them after all we've done to advance humanity to new heights they never thought of reaching. Such was our impact on human society we were treated like royalty and everywhere we go we are greeted by crowds of adoring fans to our name.
Course we are also followed as well by not just the star struck humans, but inquisitive aliens as well.
The Citadel Council did not take well on the fact of our alternate dimension origins and exclusively ascending humanity to such great power, and they have been trying for as long as we've been introduced in finding ways to acquire our power and technology through any means necessary. The amount of secretive alien incursions to date has been numbered at 68 this year alone and that's not counting how many has happened in the last 13 years, our counter espionage teams have running around the clock in dealing with these intrusions.
Their military power as well as political weight while combined is far greater than humanities alone, there are far too scared to even try open conflict after the result of the Turian two failed pacification attempts and enforcement of alien law, and with the recent augmentation of human tech level and utilisation of magic, they were not willing to repeat such disastrous events again.
Magic was another hot topic in Citadel space as how do you scale the mystical and divine. And for the fact we exist in a world where every human legend and fairy tail like myth rains true and alive, it has brought about great discussion in their own religious circles and revaluating their own legends in being true themselves, so things were not unprecedented as many in the masses from all spices even in humanity themselves, a spiritualist core belief was taking root in the minds of many.
But sooner or later, the Council will gain access to ether our technology or magic via ether through bribery or covert kidnappings of humane citizens, and that was unacceptable form of actions to allow happen.
One day the Council will get the blue prints for their technology, well that's if the Reapers don't kill them all first.
Of course I had contemplated in allowing the council access to their tech, would certainly increase the odds against the reaper once they come, but with the way they run their domains and policies, that idea keeps getting shelved.
After a good wash and breakfast provided by the chef I was driving away in an modified looking SUV that became the centre piece in an convoy of military vehicles towards city hall where I'd make last minute touch ups to the graduation ceremony. Once that was concluded I'd be meeting up with the governor along with Apollyon to further confirm the after party at a plaza near city hall itself.
Dindindindindindin!
A flashing red light lit up on in the cars installed small TV screen, it was an communication call coming from somewhere.
The only people who reason to call me where ether my family or another high ranking official who has my number.
Pressing the call button the screen deployed down lighting up with the face of an System Alliance officer.
I'd recognised the man as Commander Ryan Samson, the man was in charge of the escort fleet for the HMS Dun Stallion that transported me here for today's events.
"Commander Samson what do I owe the pleasure of your call".
"I wish it was under better circumstance, but some of our long range sensor probes have detected an group of 25 unidentified vessel make all speed towards Mindoir, we first spotted them 5 minutes ago thinking they were heading for a relay but they haven't deviated from there path towards us, were assuming the worst and that Mindoir may be subjected to another alien attack".
Oh, that's quite bad.
"This is grave new commander, what is the estimated time of arrival of the unknowns" Samson quickly respond.
"In about an hour and a half, just enough time to get you off planet milady" that's not happening.
"I shall not be fleeing commander, not when the attacking force is barely a one quarter of what I faced back in the First Contact War, I shall be assisting in repelling the foe" the behind the screen looked uncomfortable at the thought of in harm's way.
"Princess with all due respect I don't believe it is wise for you to do so, what if you are injured or worse" I cut the man off before he could continue.
"Commander, trust in me when I say that I am more than capable in defending myself believe me, you should be more worried about the idiots thinking about attacking us when I am among you along with my Servants, now then I urge you to begin efforts in preparing an defence once the attack comes, coordinate with the Dun Stallion and Mindoir's orbital defence stations. I shall set about doing the same on the ground. Clear."
"Yes your Majesty. Samson out" the man nodded along a salute before cutting coms.
I looked to address one of my Servant guards.
"Contact Captain Wulfric and inform him in on what's going on along with all other Chaldean force on planet, then contact the Stallion and have the rest of Gold regiment deployed on planet."
"Yes Princess"
"Driver accelerate, get us to City Hall on the double".
Without a word I could feel the pace of the car quicken as the operator headed my orders.
Now all that was left to do was to send a call for help along with protecting the citizens of Mindoir against these insane lunatics. Once they landed, she was going to unleash hell on them, maybe subject them to a couple of Excelly blasts while she was at.
Once but once the car drove further into New Dresden the Air riad sirens sounded off.
And the effect was immediate, the citizens quickly moved in an near frantic manner to get to the nearest evacuation shelter, law enforcement quickly began to set about to control the mob of frighten civilians. And from the looks of it, off duty uniformed soldiers began sprinting towards the nearest military checkpoint in the city.
But despite all their looks of panic, I could not feel someone not feeling a sense of absolute safety, they knew I was on planet, they knew they would be protected.
I refused to disappoint any of them.
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Codex Entry: Phantasms
Phantasms is the result of a Magical Humans combination of magical training in both spirit and body to a point where the user is so proficient in their craft that it enables the person in question to in a way evolve so to speak their magical energy into the crystallisation of ether a physical or conceptual Phantasms unique in nature to the person who has developed it, these Phantasms however are immature to their true selves and requires the wielder to further utilise the object in question, this process of maturation usually takes the wielder nearly a year to use the full power of their Phantasm, and in some cases, the phantasms can become even more powerful if the wielder grants them a name.
Named Phantasms are ten times stronger than an fully mature Phantasm.
It is also possible for Magical Humans to increase the number Phantasms they make and own, though that process takes twice as long to achieve and to date only 21 Magical Humans have acquired a second Phantasm, and those with a third Phantasm number in the single digits.
A majority of Phantasms user are Servants serving within the Kingdom of Camelot while many in the System Alliance M6 and M7 also possess Phantasms, there are a rare few in the regular armed forces who have acquired an Phantasms much less law enforcement.
That said the process for someone to acquire a Phantasm must be approved by 4 members of the Servants or high ranking System Alliance military and governmental personnel.
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Codex Entry: the SERVANT Program
Within the Kingdom of Camelot there is a special unit known as Servants, those who are highly respected if not the most elite super-heavy infantry force in the galaxy aside from the Royal Family themselves. They are personally chosen citizens by the Royal Family who have been deemed worthy of ascending the ranks in which they gain the utmost pleasure of ether safeguarding the Pendragon Family and are given an authority which is supported by the weight of Pendragon name themselves.
Such power is of courses regularly monitored by another unit made entirely of Assassin class Servants, tasked to make sure that such power is never abused in any shape or form.
Those who wish enter the SERVANT program must first possess an Phantasm and are physically fit and able no less mentally strengthened to endure the hellish initiation trials which pits the hopefuls against one of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy, the Thresher Maw.
Initiates are not expected to win against such a creature, however, merely to survive against such beings for several hours before they are extracted from the field.
However those who manage to successfully kill a Thresher Maw are given special privileges and are placed in the advanced class known as FATE.
Trainees then will spend 4 years of intense training in all magical fields of study and endure physically demanding practices in are designed to cause mental breakdowns.
Only the best of the best may complete the SERVANT program, and out of over 400 entries at the start of the first year, by the end of the fourth year and the passing of the graduation exam, barely over 40 trainees manage to become full-fledged Servants.
And upon completion of the exam, new Servants are placed into squads of 9 usually lead by an Ruler class Servant, but there have been exceptions to this rule, as sometimes there are only 3 mand squads, but such squads of the size are mostly commissioned by the Royal Family for special missions.
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Starting 25th to the end of the 29th I wont be able to upload for a while as I'm working the night shift.