Bazett Fraga McRemitz was a hunter. She hunted magi and non-magi alike and had taken an uncountable amount of lives during her life. It didn't bother her. Not one bit, since they were just people she didn't know. Her duty as well compelled her to act in accordance of the Association. Of course, none of it excited her.
What did excite her was this Holy Grail War. She would never say this out loud. It was not professional as well to do so. As well, if she did she'd have to explain the reason why she wanted to join. That simply wouldn't do. It would be far too embarrassing as her wish was to bring back her childhood hero. She was of Irish descent so of course she looked up to the hero Cu Chulainn. Reading about his history and the tragedy that befell him made her want to bring him back to give him a proper life.
So when she realized she was going to be a master in the Holy Grail War, she had been delighted. Working with an esteemed like Lord El-Melloi was a bonus. It would make things easier. However, she knew she'd do things more so on her own. She didn't want them getting in her way after all. Still, with his help she was sure to summon her idol.
Yet as she walked towards her room after summoning her servant, she was anything but pleased. As she marched towards El-Melloi to give him a piece of her mind, as no doubt he was behind this somehow, her servant followed behind. She was a young woman about her age but taller. Her long blonde hair was kept in a fancy ponytail. She wore medieval, gray armor over the top of her body to her hips with golden highlights. The armor ended in a skirt with red cloth. Her legs were armored as well with a darker gray color and darker golden highlights. A red and orange trimmed cape spewed behind her. Her left arm was much more heavily armored as its dark blue color stuck out more as did the draconic skull on it.
She had summoned Lancer of the fifth Holy Grail War and she was pissed. She was not at all Cu Chulainn. The Irish Hero of lore.
"Master," Lancer spoke up, "You have not spoken a word to me since we completed the contract. Have I done something to upset you?"
Bazett stopped and let out a sigh. She shook her head, "No, you haven't done anything wrong. I just have to talk with a colleague about the summoning."
Lancer blinked in confusion before she looked herself over, "Did something go wrong? I don't feel anything out of place."
Bazett didn't want to say it out loud, lest she offend her servant. That wouldn't do her well in this war, especially if she did it before it even officially began. "You are fine, Lancer. I just want to go over a few things with a certain Lord."
Lancer bowed her head, "Understood, but I would give a small warning of caution. This place if rife with magic. We mayhaps run into another servant."
Bazett let out a long breath. There was nothing wrong with the Lancer she had gotten. Her stats were pretty good. She seemed competent and strong, even though she didn't recognize her from any legend she knew of. Then again, Lord El-Melloi had said the same of most servants of the previous war, if not all of them. Lancer also seemed willing to listen to her so there wouldn't be any issues in that regard. It was just…
She was not Cu Chulainn, the man she so wished to see. That wouldn't change. Her hands balled up into fists. She would use her wish for him even if he wasn't here. It didn't stop her irritation as she knew she couldn't just switch servants. This wasn't a game.
Before their conversation could continue, the object of her search came running into the hall. He stopped before them and she watched El-Melloi panting as he tried to catch his breath.
"I take it you're in the middle of something," Bazett said with a quirked eyebrow.
He simply nodded, "Yes, you could say that. I do however have to be on my way."
Bazett held up a hand to stop him, "I have to talk to you about something."
"It can wait," he made to move around her.
"It can't," her voice was that of steel and made him pause.
"Ad~ Mir~ Al~!" A sing song voice called out in a beautiful tone.
El-Melloi's eyes widened as he rushed around her and hid behind Lancer, "I was never here." He did his best to keep her large imposing body and armor between him and whatever woman was coming.
That's when a beautiful young woman of brown hair came into view. Bazett knew she was of British descent yet she seemed to be wearing a Japanese garment. The woman spread her arms, "Where are you, my Admiral. I want to shower you in my love~"
Bazett blinked a few times in confusion before opening her mouth, "What-|
Lancer was before her with a fierce scowl on her face. She had summoned her lance, "Do not come closer, servant."
The woman huffed and glared at Lancer, "I didn't come here to fight. I came here to love my Admiral but if you want one," she balled her fists and shook them in the air. "I have to tell you that I'm not going down today."
"Stop!" Lord El-Melloi got in between them, "She is my servant. Rider, stand down."
"Right-io, Admiral." Rider gave him a pretty smile and salute.
Lancer's face twisted slightly in confusion, "Master, do you know this other master?"
"He is an ally and will help us in this war," Bazett nodded, "Apparently, that is his servant."
"Which means you two need to start getting along," Lord El-Melloi sighed in relief. "You'll be introduced to the other two servants with us here. A four servant team should be able to roll over most servants in our way, so long as you all learn to work as a team and stay together."
Lancer nodded, "If my master wishes it, I shall follow. Just know that I shall slay any that stand in the way of my master's victory, be they friend or foe."
"Duly noted," Lord El-Melloi nodded before he yelped.
He had been thrown into the air and caught by Rider, who rubbed her cheek against his affectionately. "I'm so glad you're my admiral. You're so smart and diplomatic."
Bazett just idly watched the Lord try and get out of his servant's hold, but to no avail. It would seem that her time in this war would not be at typical one. No matter. So long as she won it, she would be content.
Atrum Galliasta was very much content in the knowledge that he was summoning Medea in the Caster class. A powerful sorceror from the Age of Gods. Surely, this would give him a surefire path to victory. It helped that he was as intelligent as he was handsome, so he would keep her in his sights at all times. She was the Witch of Betrayal after all. He was not going to be taken out of the war by his own servant. That would be embarrassing.
Of course, when the servant finally showed up, Atrum frowned. Before him wasn't what he was expecting. She looked nothing like the Medea he envisioned or had heard about in the tales. First of all, she was rather tall and gaunt but had an otherworldly beauty to her. She seemed to be in control of the room without saying anything given her sharp gaze. Her yellowish eyes game him quite the fright.
Her skin was a strange color as well, being that of a sickly green. She was garbed in a black cloak with purple interior colors with some red at the bottom. Atop her head, covering her hair, was a headdress that looked like two curved black horns. The headdress covered the side of her head and moved down to cover her neck as well. In her hands was a scepter of some kind, almost as tall as she was with a glowing light green ball at the end.
"I take it you are my summoner?" Caster spoke with a rich sounding voice as though she was royalty.
"I am," Atrum nodded, "And you are Medea?"
Caster sneered as she heard that, "Do not confuse me with a mortal witch. I am of the fae and I shall be treated as such, human."
Atrum knew from that tone alone that she would be a handful. Of course, he had his command seals. He could push her around if he wanted. She was his servant. His property. He owned her so he could do whatever he wanted with her. He'd have to remind her of that later. At the very least, she wouldn't have a myth to betray him.
Caster briskly walked past him, "I shall look around to see what your abode offers me to work with. I doubt it can be."
"Ohohoho," Atrum laughed as he caught up, "I'm sure you'll be quite pleased to see what I have in store to show you. As I am quite rich and influential, I-"
"On second thought," Caster stopped in her tracks, "Perhaps I'm being a bit too hasty. Yes, I think it's best if I straighten out my living quarters first. Someone of my stature should not be living in a terrible abode."
"Then what of-"
Caster summoned a raven to her and let it land on her hand, "He shall go with you and report back to me."
"A raven?"
Caster narrowed her eyes, "You will treat him as you would any guest, summoner." With that, she let the raven fly around Atrum's head as she went upstairs.
Atrum sighed. Even if she wasn't the Witch of Betrayal, he was going to have his hands full. Thank goodness she seems rather strong. He could use that.
Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia was a patient man. He had lost a Holy Grail War in the past but that was fine. He couldn't participate in the fourth war. That was fine as well. Fortune favored those who waited. He had waited. Years had he waited for the right moment to strike. To show the Mage Association that he was not to be trifled with. To gain immortality.
He would have it now. He would win the grail and become all that and more. He would be that of a god. He would know everything in reality and be able to shape it to his will. Oh yes, he would never die. He would finally obtain the immortality he so deserved. So when he found himself as a master in the fifth war, he was ecstatic. Now was his chance to undo the mistake he made decades ago.
The only disadvantage was that only one other member of his family had been chosen as a master. He had once pondered using seven of his family to fight a war, but one would do. He was thankful it was Fiore. She was the most competent of the family members he had. Strong and intelligent. The only downside was that she had a bit of a conscious. He could deal with that. Well that and she was in a wheelchair but she had made some improvements to make the most of that.
So with much pleasure, he and Fiore had conducted their summons and… they weren't exactly what they had planned.
Before him was a man of pure darkness. He couldn't see his face as it was held within a silver helmet but his green eyes glowed brightly. He wore silver boots, pauldrons and around his waist, which had a skull clip at the top. His silver gauntlets seemed to end in a flurry of spectral silver. As was his long purple hair that looked more akin to ghostly fire. There was just something about him that screamed power and death.
Before Fiore was someone who was definitely 'human'. He wore a black hoodie with a large zipper at the front. His black gloved hands constricted tightly as he looked around with his golden eyes. His long blue hair seemed well kept and he had an X like scar between his eyes, though the scar travelled a bit more on his ride side.
"I am servant Fallen," Darnic's ghostly servant took a knee and bowed, "I unlive to serve my master."
"I am servant Faker," Fiore's servant spoke un-passionately, "Are you my master?"
Fiore nodded, "That I am."
"Then I am content," Faker said with a bowed head.
Darnic grinned, "Fiore, look before you. This is our key to victory. Our servants will guide us to the Grail and no one will stop us."
"Yes grandfather," Fiore smiled up at him, pleased to know that she was doing well so far.
Hello everyone. Glad to see you all again. I was planning on showing a bit of the Emiya household but I decided to show a few more summonings first. Since these happened weeks before Shirou got involved, as would his new family now in this canon, I thought it was acceptable to do so. They'll show up soon. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and please leave a comment. They are always welcome and are really helpful. Until next time, take care.