Warning: Warning: This fanfic dealt with probably controversial themes and you may find it not suitable for you. If you still decide to read, then stay strong and brace yourself for what you are about to read. This story here happens in Arc 2 and thus may contain some spoilers.
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Chapter 4: The First Steps
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Somewhere on the road to the safe zone
The group is now moving towards where it would be called the evacuating area. The soldiers were resting on the truck while waiting to reach their destination, the Servants voluntarily to get there on foot to save the spaces for the soldiers.
"Papa! What's going on the other side there?!" Sitonai on the other side of the communicating route saying out loud.
"Nothing to worry about my little sunshine, nothing to worry about..." The assassin gives his daughter his assurance.
"Humph, you kept saying that but most of the time, it is something that threatening your livelihood!" The girl screams back.
"Sitonai, that is our duty in the first place. If you were here, you would have done something far more dangerous." The tanned archer answered back.
"Jezz..." Sitonai decided to cancel the communication, she has a lot more to say but it is best to leave it to the other time.
"So... What do our little daughter saying here?" The caster wants to know what is up in the conversation.
"Just venting up her bottled up emotion, nothing much to see there." The assassin replied.
The Emiya family were considered as a weird bunch back in Chaldea. But considering the strange tales and shenanigan of other Servants which makes them quite tame compared to the other. It is because of their bonds as a family that they can work together to such a terrifying degree as they discovered their hidden potential when working together. There is a saying in Chaldea that once the Emiya family works together, anyone dares stands up against them would be destroyed with no exception.
"How long the path is it?" A soldier on the truck asked.
"We'll be there soon enough, just a few minutes" The military Servant replied.
Soon the forest scenery begins to clear up as they heading towards the shore or at least that's what they thought. What they see is small, humble villages consist of many small wooden shacks. It is a sad-looking image that makes one felt empty inside. The soldiers begin to climb down from the truck and the military Servant getting out of his vehicles. As soon as they hit the dirt did the 2 protectors of the village come to see who they are.
The two Servants taking a good look, the white-coat aims his weapon in case he sees them doing something stupid. The US Servant put the white-coat weapon down and inquire about who they are.
"It seems like we are having guests coming to this place." The US speaks.
"The question is, how did you all manage to find this place? Did you all have some ulterior motives to come here?" The white-coat glares at them.
"I don't know what do you guys mean but I can assure you that I came here in peace." The militant Servant answered.
"Yeah, we can back up the fact that he has no ill wills at all." Pierce gives his word.
Soon, the Emiya family and their Master caught up. Their appearance causes the ire of the white-coat, the militant also has quickly proved that they are also his allies and not someone who is here to destroy whatever left of Poland. It takes a while but at least nothing goes wrong.
"Okay, I haven't introduced to you yet, I'm a protector of this last shelter. The class is 'Ruler'."
"Hold on, you don't appear to look like a Ruler at all." The tanned archer asked.
"Well, that's just how I look like, if a Servant can be guessed by appearance then there would be no such things as mystery anymore." The US answered.
"Guess that makes sense..." The militant Servant sighed.
"By the way, I heard that this is an evacuation point but why do you guys are still here? Aren't you all supposed to be evacuated to somewhere safe?" The assassin questions.
"If we could then we weren't even here by now. We have no means of communication to the outside of this continent. We aren't inventors at all so there are no possible ways to evacuation." The US answered.
"You said you have no communications, right?" The militant got a brainstorm when the US said it.
The militant quickly grabs the box that contained all the communications devices he found and the diary that gives him the location to this place. He opened it for everyone to know.
"Wait, you have all of these? Why didn't you tell us about it in the first place?" Pierce surprised at this turn of events.
"I didn't think that all of you would need addition communications considering you guys were all military soldiers!" The militant break out a laugh.
"Don't give me that!" Pierce said loudly at the militant while forgetting that he's yelling at a Servant.
"Would you all cut the crap? I'll try to see if I could make these things work..." The old Archer shrugged.
The arguments went on, the militant forgot that he's a Servant which means he could easily snap a human being like a twig. From an outside perspective, they look like a bunch of idiots arguing stupid shits. The remaining squad gives a low sigh then moving on to see the village themselves.
"Master, what should we do about this?" The tanned Archer asking his Master about the shitshow in front of him.
"Just let them do whatever they want, they'll be tired before long. Though the person that will be tired is more likely to be Pierce" Gudao gives his voice.
Soon everyone but those two are inside the village. Both of them realized what's going on and quickly rushing in and want to mentally punch themselves for being so irrational in the time like this. The Chaldeans don't know what's happening in this Singularity right now but this will be a good starting point for them.
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A Way Out
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Somewhere nearby the shore in the refuge area
After quite a while, the old Archer gives out a relieving breath after he successfully making a makeshift radio tower. If a normal person made this, there would be no chance in hell that it can send its signal further than even 10 meters and that is stretching it, but this is a Servant's work, despite being an Archer, the old man is quite good at building and making stuff that belongs to near-modern age, he made damn sure that the signal will reach America no matter what.
To be fair though, calling the tower he made makeshift is an insult for him as despite being made mostly of wood, it is far more effective than the one that even modern military was using. After checking every nut and bolt, he calls his Master and tells him to use it to get in contact with any military personnel America if they were still there at all.
Pierce went nervous, he doesn't want to know the fate of his sister or America itself. It is possible that all of them were annihilated under the Nazi's feet. But, even then he won't ever live with himself if he continues to live in ignorance. Gather all his valor, he turns the radio on, dialing the frequency that might still work. Back during his time in services, the corp that he was in forced all of the personnel to know all of the American bases' radio frequencies. It was hell back then but he thanks himself that he still remember all of them in his mind.
"Damn, only statics..." Pierce getting tired of hearing the same noises.
"Over 40 possibles frequency and still no response. To think it comes to this level of hopelessness." The old Archer sighed.
Tired from all of this, losing the hope that there's anything worth to return there. Pierce dials the last possible frequency in his mind, he kept putting the telecom near his ear thinking it would just be static.
That's what he thought.
The next moment, he fell off his chair when a familiar voice blares through the intercom. Getting his composure back, he quickly answers the radio as if he fears that he'll lose it if he doesn't quickly answer. There is only one thing that can make him surprise like that and that is his sister, who is alive and well despite the predicament that America is being invaded.
"Penny! You're..." Overjoyed from knowing that his blood and flesh are still alive, he has so many things to talk about, but before he said anything, his sister already took her chances to speak first.
"Pierce! You're alive! I thought I have lost you forever when I heard that the entirety of US army there got eradicated almost effortlessly, but thank the stars that you still alive, what's going on there, Pierce?" The sister took the chances first.
"Look, we both have so many things to talk about but I'll cut straight into the business. First, how in the hell did the army manage to hold back against such force like that? Our armaments are like snow against heater when it comes to those Nazi bastards."
"Well, you know a proverb that said "Diamond cuts Diamond" right? That's how we managed to push back against the invasion even if we right now didn't have much progress in the fight. We learned of something called magecraft and we applied to our weapons and armors to fight against them. We also have Servants too!"
Now that is a surprise, they having Servants fight for them. But who? If memory serves him right, aren't most of American old legends artifacts were underneath the bottom of the sea right now? Then just who are those? Pierce decided that he should inquire about it too.
"Servants? You mean those WMDs in the form of humans?" Pierce asked.
"You know about it? Then I'll skip what Servant is and move on to how we managed to summon them. You know the old American folk tales, right? The one we used to be told by our grandparents when we were young?" Penny said.
"Yeah, the one I remembered the most about a cowboy who literally rides a storm in order to bring water to his homeland which was suffering from severe drought," Pierce answered
"That is Pecos Bill, Pierce. He's one of our fighters in the resistance against those Nazi, those Nazi didn't expect of getting hit by a Servant who can ride storm itself. You can only go so far fighting against nature itself." Penny chuckles at the thought.
Pierce chuckle at it too. There are many old American folklore figures that can actually have some abilities to curb stomp some older Servants. Not that he'll bet they can stomp the divine like of Servants. After pondering for a while he decided he'll need to get onto the matter.
"By the way, how exactly did the soldier there managed to harm those Wehrmachts at all. It seems that not only the Servants are in combat but also the military personnel" Pierce inquires about how they managed to do it.
"We reverse engineering their weapon, we didn't exactly find out how they managed to enchant a weapon to such a degree but at least we know how much mana we need to enchant to said level. We applied the same thing to the armor and we managed to reduce the personnel damaged to concussion or knockback. At least that is far better than blown apart by said bullets." Penny answered.
Pierce shudder the experience back when his Corp is still there. At least he found a way to prevent his squad from getting killed immediately. When he is wandering with the thought in his mind, his Servant asked.
"Well, you seem to be able to contact someone in America, good for you. I got other business to take care of now, so have a good time, Master." Pierce's Servant gives his word before he walks toward the village.
"Anyway, I have a request. Can you send a rescuing team in order to get the refugees out of here? This place would eventually get erased out of the map if the Nazis managed to find them. I worry about them, they already have too much things in their plates and I don't want to feel guilty about leaving them to their fate." Pierce gives his request.
"Okay, I'll send a rescuing team there, can you give me the coordinate so we could evacuate them out of there?" Penny asked.
"Okay, wait a minute," Pierce answered.
Pierce quickly grabs the book in the box which contains the map that leads them here. Thankfully that the thing has exact coordinates written on the mark which cut him the hassle of doing so.
"The coordinates are somewhere close to 54.36 and 18.95. Can you decipher it, sis?" Pierce asked.
"Got it. I calculated that it will take a week for the rescuing squad to come said location, it is just a matter of time to reach the place." Penny gives her word.
"Can't a Servant go faster than that? I mean they should be beyond such a meager speed like this" Pierce asking why.
"You should also be taking account of enemy ships and patrol in order to reduce the chances of being spotted. What's the point of a rescuing if you going to bring the entire enemy behind you. This is the best bet you can choose right now." Penny answered.
He curses himself in this situation, the enemy could find them in any day right now, he stuck in an impasse with himself whether to choose such a decision. He fell silent, asking himself if this was the right choice. After a moment, a decision was made.
"Fine, until then. I'll protect all those citizens, you better get here faster if you can." Pierce said a voice full of determination.
"That's the brother I know!" Penny's happiness can be felt through there.
"Thank you..." Pierce finally able to smile.
After those 6 years unknown to the world. He wanted to talk about everything he could with his sister. His heart feels like it was able to lighten the burden and just for once. Pierce was finally able to feel happiness.
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Family Meeting
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Somewhere in Shadow Border.
The Shadow Border is still lively even with the world's impending doom hanging above it. Many are having their usual life like any normal people, some are on supply runs, some are Casters work on thaumaturgy for any breakthrough in their research. Of course, they won't go for absurd and overboard levels of research like most Clock Tower's mages. But overall, it is a very happy place despite Shadow Border wasn't exactly made for said purpose.
"From what I heard that the Inventor Casters managed to find a way to increase everyone's combat power by removing class containers altogether. It sounds absurd but is actually possible, just need a lot of mystic materials and energy I heard. Too bad that we only have one class." the tanned girl sighed.
"Well, at least Berserker could receive that upgrade. IF HE HAS RECEIVED ANY MEMORIAL ESSENCE OF OTHER CLASSES!" Sitonai went mad when she learned that class container removal isn't enough.
"At least that is something good enough to know, the person that chooses to be the first subject of doing so is ironically Gilgamesh. He now wears the same clothes that his caster self has, except his shirt has Ea's pattern over it while keeping the leggings the same as archer self. He let his hair down too." white-skinned girl wears a disappointed look in her faces when she thought she would get to see her guardian become stronger.
While they were talking, an announcement was heard throughout the Shadow Border itself.
"Attention! Kuro Emiya, please come to the rayshifting chamber for deployment." Da Vinci's voice echoes through the hallway.
"Did something happened on the other side? If Mama and Papa are calling for help then the situation must be in more peril than we initially thought." The white-haired little girl said.
"I'll have to check up on them, nothing good comes out if they need more help," Kuro said as she quickly heading to the rayshifting chamber in order to deploy to the singularity.
Quickly changing her clothes into her combat attire which was basically a female version of her brother's attire except for much more skimpy compared to his. Her ability is the same as him, due to her larger od and better circuit quality compare to him, she can trace Divine Construct and stay in combat longer than her own brother. Unfortunately, she doesn't completely embrace the dream of a Hero of Justice to the level of Shirou thus making her unable to deploy UBW to the real world like her brother.
Not that she'll need to be the same as her brother. Her aid will be immense for the family in this Singularity.
********[Thirty minutes ago before Kuro's deployment]**********
"Okaa-san, Jii-san, Master... We'll need to devise a plan to deal with this Singularity itself, so what shall we do?" Shirou raises his opinion first.
"Considering the mana level and mystery here especially the time in this place, we might actually dealing with something that's out of our own comprehension." The mother gives her word.
"That's true, Iri. There are also many things that are still shrouded in mystery, such as that militant guy who is a Servant yet completely forgot about the fact that he's a Servant!" The father gives his opinion.
"If it weren't my first-hand experience with Moriarty, I would have believed what he said the moment get-go. But unfortunately, that Servant is completely harmless as he doesn't know how to fight at all, unlike Moriarty, even being militant and all." The son gives his words.
"There are still many things we don't know yet and we shouldn't make any hard conclusion right now, such mistakes could be proven fatal" Gudao gives his opinion.
Suddenly the intercom between them and Shadow Border blares up with the voices of Shadow Border's greatest advisor. Sherlock Holmes as the man congratulates the master for being rational in the time like this
"Well, nice to see you there, Sherlock. But why are you using the command not Da Vinci?" The master asks.
"You know that I and Moriarty always play "Guess that Servant" by using a Servant's characteristics in order to reveal his/her True Name before they use their true Noble Phantasm. Whoever guesses it first win." Sherlock calmly answers his Master's question.
"There's nothing much to do here in Shadow Border for us other than going for supply run or trying to outsmart each other so we decided to camp here in communicating quarter while observing you." Moriarty butt in the communication
"Jeez, you guys are just pure troublemakers..." Da Vinci snuck up behind them unnoticed.
Surprised by Da Vinci, Sherlock and Moriarty quickly dash out of the quarter, leaving behind a sighing Da Vinci.
"Anyway, do you guys need anything? Supply or something?" Da Vinci asked.
"I think that we'll need more reinforcement for this mission, more help would be great." The tanned Archer replied.
"Okay, I'll call the Emiya sisters over for deploy-" Da Vinci was saying before she got cut off.
"No, only Kuro." Shirou makes his request.
"Huh? Why?" Da Vinci confused.
"Think about this, this is the Nazi we're talking about. Considering the possibilities and timeframe. If the enemy can cause this extremely high mana level and mystery then they can also create things that can be stronger than a Servant itself. Remember what happened in Camelot when we were forced to fight those vanquishers and sentinels, don't get me even start on the justiciars. My other sister will be our trump card to catch the enemy off guard, plus we'll need to keep a low profile to deceive the enemy, bringing her now will paint a large target on our backs" The son argued.
"I see, I'll call Kuro over to you." Da Vinci heard his word.
"Thank you." Shirou thanks her.
Afterward, the Master draws the summoning circle in order to deploy the little Archer. The light from the circle shines brightly and soon a figure appeared above it. The tanned little Archer wielding dual blades in her hands, her attire is the female version of the older Archer's except a lot more skimpy. She has a pink-tinted white hair just like how the rest of her family is also white-haired. There's no doubt she is Shirou's sister, the two were two sides of the same coin. Wielding one same fighting style, the two can masterfully combine their attacks to create techniques that can only be done by them.
"Guess you truly need my help, huh?" Kuro snickered.
"Whatever, sis. Welcome to the mission." The tanned archer welcomes her.
The parents have a little smile on their faces, seeing how wholesome it is until they notice the old man Archer was walking by and noticed them before long. He stares at them, wearing a "WTF" expression on his face as he sees the girl wearing the same clothes as her brother. Equations flew by his mind, trying to answer whether Servants can get impregnated or not. His head hurts thinking about it despite being a Servant, he gives up and heading to where he supposed to go. Where is this supposed you may ask? It's where someone needs help, this is the thing that has been hardwired in his nature.
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Heart of Gold
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Seeing the others' suffering is also seeing his suffering, seeing the smile of the people he helped also put a smile on his face. A good deed deserves another turn, helping people with everything he has. If Emiya was seeing him right now, he would think he was seeing a mirror image of his younger self.
"There we go, with this and you shall never need to bend your back to plow the field." The old Archer smiles.
The refugees can't believe that he built a tractor out of just ores found from mining the ridge, they were dumbfounded at the power of a Heroic Spirit itself. Actually, why is there a ridge here in the first place? Perhaps nobody will know why.
He only manages to notice that the village was built on the ridge when he's going near the sea, there's a large cargo net attached from the ridge itself to the bottom shore. It seems like it is impossible to reach there by any other means other than a boat or the cargo net that was set here. After climbing down to the shore he tried to see if he could extract the ore out of this ridge and it seems to paid off the effort he spent doing so.
After climbing up the ridge again while holding a large sack of ores in his other hand, he notices that the militant Servant is staring off toward the horizon.
"Are you OK?" The old man asks.
"I... I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." The militant answers back.
"If you saying that while having a sad look on your face, you'll just only proving the other's point." The old man replied.
"You are more perceptive than I thought, it was foolish of me to think I could even hide it." The militant answered.
"It is nothing to be ashamed of. So tell me. what's on your mind, perhaps I could help you with it." The old man smiled at him.
"Okay, I am a Servant and they said a Servant is those who have done great deeds in their life and they were immortalized into history itself, but I am a soldier of this era, there is no great deed I could possibly have done. I don't remember who I am, and just how a nameless like me become a Servant in the first place." The man let out all his feeling in one fell swoop.
"I understand what you're trying to say here and I understand what you must have felt considering the situation. But right now, we need all the power we can have, a Servant would always be stronger than any human and you can help us fight, so do you know how to fight?" The old man answered.
"I don't know, I do know how to use firearms, I think?" The man hesitantly answers.
"So you must have a firearm of sorts that you can use for combat." The old man replied.
"How? I don't even have any weapon in my possession." The man answered back.
"You know that a Servant can easily get their weapons if they wanted it, right?" The old Archer started to wonder that such a level of amnesia is even possible.
"Okay, I'll try to see if I can even get it." The militant hesitantly answered
The man focuses all of his thoughts into the weapon he wanted, he searching any of the memory that has him use a weapon of sort. But nothing turned up except the one back at where he awakens, and it does not belong to him.
"Hmm, it seems like your situation is far worse than expected." The old man assesses the situation he's in.
"Sorry that I turned out to be useless." The militant apologizes.
"No need to, I just tried to help with all I can. Seems like time is the only thing that could fix this up." The old man sighed, for the first time he's actually found no solution for the problem. He just never let anything goes unresolved, it just that it went against his beliefs.
Now that he's done all he could for the militant, he decided to move out to where he supposed to be next. This is a request that his Master has made as it is crucial for him and the remainder of his squad. He sets out to the workshop he has made in order to fulfill his Master's request.
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Armaments Reimagined
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Somewhere near the cliff
There he is, stands inside his workshop while forging the ores he found into ingot and bar. It is just a familiar sight of a blacksmith, but what he forging isn't anything that blacksmith of the old would. He forges things that would be the most helpful for everyone.
"There you are, this is a workshop you just made, right?" Pierce asked his Servant.
"That's right, Master. To be fair, this is a gunsmith's workshop. Where I can easily improve and upgrade your weapons" The old Archer laughed heartily.
If Emiya were to see this, he would actually try to join in and help but right now, the man is on kitchen duty.
"Our armaments don't even make a single dent on the enemy, which defeats the purpose of firearms in the first place. Those things can only be used to hunt animals at best right now so can you upgrade it?" Pierce asks his Servant.
"Gladly, I'll see what I can do." The old Archer replied.
Pierce decided to start out by using his Colt M1911 pistol first. It is basically useless at this point. His Servant inspects the gun further to see how he can upgrade the thing. After drawing his mental blueprints, the old man jumps on to the process of upgrading. He started to melt the ingots and cast those things into parts, he tried to make any possible improvements like expanding the magazine sizes or increase its caliber.
After a while, the gun is ready to be used as the old man presents them in front of the soldiers.
"I call them Death and Taxes" The old man giving a loud welcome.
The two pistols are basically the same as the Colt with the only difference is its design. The gun is made entirely out of dark steel with brass aesthetics, combined with what looks like circuit engraved throughout the gun itself. It looks strange but if this is what they need to fight against the Nazi then so be it.
Pierce grabbed the twin pistols and firing it towards the sea to see the difference it actually made. To be fair, he unknowingly instinctively shivered the moment he grabbed it because of the power that the pistol radiated. The next moment before he realized the power the gun held, the bullet impacts with the water surface. The water is blown with the power almost equal to a tank shell itself. Pierce and his soldiers are surprised at the sheer power the pistols have.
"Am I firing a pistol or a Panzershreck?" Pierce dumbfound at what has just happened.
"That's why you don't judge things at their first sight, Master." The old man laughed heartily.
Everyone in Pierce's squad quickly wanted to have that unfathomable power within their own weapons, things would get out of control had the Archer didn't clear up the fundamental of his upgrading.
"Don't expect the same level of power on any of your non-explosive armaments, the only reason his pistol became that powerful is because of its small size thus allowed high mana concentration." The old Archer clarified.
The entire squad is disappointed at what the Archer said but again, they know that such a powerful attack is suicidal at close range because it would also blast its user to smithereens.
"Don't get too sad though because all of your armaments after the upgrade will be firing pure mana, combined with being a Servant's work. No level of defensive magecraft would withstand your weapons attack. No need to worry about the ammo, you could just also use normal bullets to reload it and it would work the same regardless" The old man tried to cheer everyone up.
"Fine, but it better be worth our while." A soldier demanded.
After that, the old man inspects everyone's armaments such as Pierce's BAR, M1 Garand, Thompson SMG, Springfield,... He inspects all of those and still easily draws mental blueprints for all of them, they would also add the possible attachments that they were used to have. After hearing what they have to say, he also decided to make those attachments despite have not ever laid eye on them at all. Not that it could even stop him at all though. After a while, he first gives back the heavily modified BAR rifle with the same designs back to Pierce.
"I call this, Widow Maker" The old man gives back the weapon for Pierce.
The BAR rifle in Pierce's hands right now having a drum magazine despite there's no drum mag were made for this thing, a sniper optic scope and reflex sight installed by the side of the sniper scope. It also has a grip for easier handling and combines with optional M1 Garand's stripper clip loading system if the situation can't allow reloading by removing the magazine. And the most obvious is the same dark steel and brass camo like the Colt that the old Archer modified.
Word of God: If you have a hard time imagining both reflex sight and sniper optic being used simultaneously then just imagine reflex sight being used like canted sight in PUBG.
Pierce can felt the power coursing through the gun itself. His body instinctively shivers when he's holding the weapon in his hand. He'll have to get used to this soon enough if he wanted to survive in this hell.
"Up next, the M1 Garand you guys called, I improved it and shall call it, Grandeur Express." The old Archer makes a grand opening for the weapon he about to present.
The rifle has the same dark steel and brass camo as the previous two. The rifle has a detachable extended magazine, using both reflex sight and sniper optic like the BAR, and for some reason, the old Archer managed to somehow combine both bayonet and grenade launcher attachment together. While the soldiers taking a good look at the rifle, the old Archer has already presented a belt of grenades for the grenade launcher.
"Don't worry, these things won't detonate unless you firing it with the grenade launcher from the gun. Plus, the thing is now full-auto, you can switch back if you felt like it." The old Archer reassure the soldier.
"I hope you're right about this" The soldier hesitantly grabs the weapon in his hand as the power radiating and coursing through the gun itself.
"Next, you guys called this the Thompson, right? Too bad, it is now the Valentine's Firing Squad!" The old man laughed.
"Why do you name it Valentine specifically?" A soldier asked.
"I don't know, just felt like it." The old man gives his half-assed answer.
Once again with the same camo as the previous. The gun has a 100-drum magazine, the Archer custom made the barrel and receiver so that the gun won't jam when continuously fired. The gun also has a compensator attached to reduce recoils, combined with a grip to reduce it further. At this point, one could just compare it to the one that big shot mafia was using, except the mafia doesn't have reflex sight for their gun.
"I felt like I could die just from holding this gun, let alone firing it." The soldier who received it said.
"Then get used to it" The Archer just giving his most simple solution.
After giving out the heavily modified Thompson, he brings out what appeared to be a heavily modified Springfield.
"This one I call, Persephone's Punishment" The old Archer calls its name in a poetic way.
Same design as the previous. At this point, they decided that the rest would have the same camo no matter what. The rifle still has its same scope, the chances are that he has attached a bipod and a silencer, he redesigned the receiver so that it can use magazine, not that he would bother to make the gun firing faster due to the fact that the thing was bolt action in the first place. He also installed a cheek pad that also doubles as a magazine pouch to the stock of the rifle.
"Not that I expected you to actually made its chamber in the magazine, but thank you anyway." The soldier who said thanks to the old Archer.
"So about the Grease gun you show it to me, well I have a hard time thinking about how I can improve it. Seriously, this thing has almost nothing that worth improving, did the person who made this only using scrap or what? But anyway, I'll show to you, the Black Gold" The Archer gives it to the soldier
The old man gives it to the soldier who gives this weapon to the old man in the first place. The gun has the same dark steel and brass camo like the rest, the only difference was the iron sight was replace with the reflex one, a silencer was installed and the magazine was extended and also have two of them bound together with duct tape, basically jungle magazine.
"To be fair, I don't expect much more than one modification but it's more than how I expected so thanks." The soldier thanks the old man.
It is pretty much all of their armaments remained but the old man decided to manufacture more of those things so that everyone can stand their ground against the Nazi should they attack. But there is still one thing Pierce needs to do and that is their protection. No matter how strong your attack is if you got one-shotted then game over. He decided to ask his Servant about it.
"Can you create armor to protect ourselves against those Nazi's gunfire. It isn't pleasant for us to know that we will be one-shotted by those bastards." Pierce asked his Servant.
"Hmm, I'll see what I can do, just wait for a moment please." The Archer replied.
"By the way, for an Archer, you know really a lot about gunsmithing and building and creating tools. It isn't something I expected out from an Archer." Pierce gives his compliments to his Servant.
"Nothing too special you see, unlike that Archer who uses swords." The old man laughed.
He felt like there is a lot more to his Servant than how he initially thought, he realized that he didn't even hear of his True Name but he felt there is no need for that anymore, as long as he and his Servant work together, no hardship would be too great for them.
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Interlude: Reports of Inevitable
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At a Nazi's headquarter in Berlin
"Sir! We received news that a defense line of our got destroyed." A German soldier reports.
"What! Another got destroyed, it isn't even a day or two since the last one." The officer surprised at the reports.
"Is this the doing of that unknown Servant?" The German soldier speaks in fear.
"As much as I don't want to admit, it is very possible." The office said as if he resigned to his fate.
"So how long do you think we could hold?" The soldier asked.
"We have 5 defense lines and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and a few Servants in total, even if that mysterious being somehow able to create a plan to breakthrough, it would take a long time in order to made it here." The officer answered.
"Don't you think is it strange how we were about to be destroyed and suddenly, here we are. On a path to dominate the world in just about 6 years, 6 YEARS!" The soldier felt as if there is a conspiracy going on.
"Look, I just got promoted to be an officer recently so I have no clue on how to be informal. If I know anything, I would have told you already, but most of the information is classified only for the very high up and the Fuhrer himself." The officer replied.
"Can we actually do something about this situation?" The soldier nervously asked.
"Other than commands soldiers to send themselves to their death, my hands are tied in regard to this." The officer answered.
Both of them went silent, don't know what to say at all in the predicament that they noticed. They fear that the situation is actually much worse than how they could ever realize at all.
Somewhere a long distance away from the third line
"I see..." The blonde hair girl speaks to her white hawk.
It seems like the Nazi couldn't afford to let such a threat like her to go rampage against them any longer, they were sending many Wehrmacht squads to hunt her down. Unfortunately for them, they won't ever able to catch her as she already knows where they are thanks to her Animal Communication which lets her communicate with animals even if it's at a low rank. The night is cloudy like always but today, the full moon managed to shines through the cloud. She stares at the moon as if she's looking through the heaven for someone who she holds dear so much.
Suddenly, her hawk warns her that an enemy squad is going in the direction to where she is right now. She quickly jumps off the ruins she is in and moves silently through the night. She knew of her objectives and she is going to do it no matter what. But she knew that eventually, she can no longer be a loner lest she wanted to get herself killed. She knew that she needs a helping hand in order to push towards Berlin, the place where it all happened.
After she managed to reach a safe place out of the Wehrmacht squad's sight. She rests on top of what looks like a ruined two-story building while continuing to stare toward the sky. Looking at the heavens that illuminated by the moonlight as if to looks for the person she has held dear. The moon is a reminder of her beloved memory but also what has molded her into the person she is right now.
"I could use some sugar right now..."
Servant Profiles
-Pierce's Servant
Class: Archer
True Name: [Not revealed until true Np is used]
Parameter:
Str: D | Agi: C | End: C | Mana: B | Luck: D | NP: Unk
Wise up!
Passive Skills:
-Territory Creation B: Creation of a 'Workshop' that specializes in firearm weaponry becomes possible. [Wise up!]
-Item Construction C: Able to create enchanted firearms that could harm a Servant, its power becomes higher if they were made within his workshop. [Wise up!]
-Independent Action B+: This Servant can stay in this world without a Master for four to five days. That's if they conserve their mana.
"Unknown"
Personal Skills:
-Dauntless Will B: Even in a situation where there's no escape, this Servant will found an escape path of said situations regardless of conditions.
-Inherent Wisdom B: His knowledge of crafting many various things he invented in his life. Unfortunately, most of them are useless in combat. [Wise up!]
-"Unknown"
Noble Phantasm
[Not revealed due to not using True NP]
|Pack a Punch| [Wise up!]
Armaments Reimagined
Rank A+| Classification: Conceptual Improvement|
The act of improving on existing weaponry by enchanting and heavy modifications until the weapon itself reaches its true potential, this NP suffers a rank down on anything that isn't firearm or considered as one in the first place.
"""":...:""""
-The Militant
Class: ?
True Name:?
Parameter:
Str: Unk| Agi: Unk| End: Unk| Mana: Unk| Luck: Unk| NP: Unk
Passive Skills:
"Unknown"
Personal Skills:
"Unknown"
Noble Phantasm
"Unknown"
"""":...:""""
The Mysterious Girl
Class:?
True Name:?
Parameter:
Str: Unk| Agi: B | End: Unk| Mana: Unk| Luck: Unk| NP: Unk
Wise up!
Passive Skills:
"Unknown"
Personal Skills:
Animal Communication D: Born from her own love with animals and close affinity with them at a young age and even until now. She could understand what the animals are trying to say to her even if no one else could understand
"Unknown"
Noble Phantasm
"Unknown"
To be continued
Thank god I actually managed to finish this chapter. I'm going to have a lot of business in the near future so I can't upload anything for probably this month. If you actually like this then leave a review so that I can improve my writing. Until then, see you later.
Teaser:
"Son, I have bad news and even worse news"