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Sister Fanfic: A Grand Order of Heroes(FehxFGO)


It was pure chaos.

What was meant to be a rendezvous mission with the two other servants under Geronimo's faction quickly turned into a three-way skirmish between them, the Celts, and Edison's faction.

Lyn was no stranger to fighting in the plains, but just the sheer chaos that surrounded them was overwhelming.

A few pinging sounds rang near Lyn's ear, causing her head to flinch backward to avoid the incoming splinters from the bullets puncturing the capsized wagon she was hiding behind.

"This is madness!"

"Welcome to modern warfare sweetheart. Where no one knows where the hell the bullets are coming from and getting shot is as easy as getting stung by a bee near a wild honeycomb." The outlaw gunslinger William Henry Mccarty Jr, or Billy the Kid said before he took a breath and poked his head out of cover to shoot several rounds into the machines attacking them.

Lyn had reservations about William due to his outlaw status, but the situation required her full attention. Any form of hostility she would have leveled at the outlaw was instead redirected at her enemy.

"Gah!"

Blood splattered on her face when a passing arrow ripped open a soldier's neck and killing him.

"Walter!" Lyn tightened her fists in anger and clicked her tongue. Wasting no time, she traced back the trajectory of the arrow and without missing a beat, pulled out a silver now and took out the Celtic archer that snuck up behind them.

She then turned back to see Walter's corpse, the blood had nearly stopped flowing after it had spilled so much of it that the skin turned white.

Lyn knows that whatever happens in these singularities isn't meant to be permanent, but she still couldn't help but feel sorrow for the loss of a soldier.

Her grief was short-lived when she heard the metallic thumps of machines walking towards her location did give her a bit of relief.

If there was one thing she was grateful for, it's that despite the advantage guns gave them, Edison's machines still preferred to get in close to deal with their victims. The normal humans of Earth struggled against them but it was not the case for her. Lyn was more than the average human.

She heard the dull mechanical footsteps of the ridiculous-looking golem marching closer to her position.

She readied her trusty blade, Mani Katti, and waited for the golem to round the corner of the boulder.

The machine jumped out, its guns aimed toward Lyn's head.

But it was too late.

Her figure blurred out of view slightly and sliced the machine into pieces before it could pull the trigger. Her Mani Katti works surprisingly well against Presi-King Edison's machines due to its armor-slaying properties.

A Celtic warrior let out a war cry. Her sword raised up into the sky, and fell towards the Sacaen noble.

Lyn sidestepped the blade and with a single efficient motion, cleanly lopped the undead woman's head from her shoulders.

"That should be the last of 'em. I would say we should go back to your boss, but from the looks of it, he should be finishing up too."

Lyn turns her attention back to Gudao and Mash, the latter of whom had dealt the finishing blow to the one called Fionn mac Cumhail.

She remembered the man and his disgusting subordinate having the audacity to declare Miss Mash and herself as his wives when they first encountered them in the singularity and made plans to kidnap them.

It nearly became a reality due to his subordinate charming every woman in their team, regrettably even herself, with his so-called beauty mark. It seemed like that one had been defeated since she could no longer see him anywhere. Shame. Maybe if Gudao manages to summon him next, she will have a chance at retribution for the humiliation he gave her and her fellow teammates.

"Your wife lies to the far North beyond the capital. To an island called Riker's Island. There you will meet her." The womanizer told Sir Rama, who was still barely managing to stay on his own two feet. His dedication and love for his wife was something that she would have found admirable, and it was, but her admiration had diminished when she learned how badly he had treated her in his legend.

The womanizer noticed her and threw a smile in her direction. Had she not known who he was she would have found it charming, alas, she did and she found the smile unsettling.

"Ah, my lovely Lyn. You have no idea how much it warms my heart to see you see me off. Our wedding with Miss Mash will have to be postponed for a later time in the future."

"Not a chance in hell," Lyn said with an edge in her voice.

The man just chuckled, "and as feisty as I remember." He then turned his attention back to Gudao.

"To be surrounded by such a beautiful garden of flowers... I truly envy you Ritsuka Fujimaru. Take care of them for me will you?"

Lyn closed her eyes in frustration and was about to protest his delusions but she was too late when the heroic spirit vanished into motes of light.

Lyn could not help but click her tongue in annoyance, "what a troublesome man."

0-0-0

It was night in the plains of America, the group was now spending the first night in the singularity.

Currently, every soldier was sitting around their own campfires, each enjoying a feast of roasted beef from an animal called a 'buffalo.'

They had been lucky that despite the war between Edison and The Celts, the wildlife had been left mostly untouched.

She had been amazed when she saw the massive herd of beasts feeding on the grass of the plains.

The Sacaen plains had its fair share of herd animals but what she saw surpassed any herd she had encountered in her ancestral home.

"I refuse!"

Lyn turned her attention to Sir Rama, who was pushing away Lady Nightingale's hand which was holding a skewer of roasted bison beef. Lyn still had a hard time looking at Sir Rama without thinking back to Nightingale carrying him around like a bride. In all her years of life, she can say that she had never thought she would see a grown man carried around the battlefield as if they were a sack of wheat.

"As a wounded patient, you must eat to have the energy to heal. So stop being picky and eat!" The nurse pushed the roasted meat closer to his face but he grabbed her hand once more.

"And I keep telling you that I can't eat cow or buffalo meat! It's a sacred animal that I must not consume!"

No longer wishing to see the poor man suffer being treated like a child, Lyn spoke up.

"Lady Nightingale," Lyn jumped in her seat when the berserker nurse moved her gaze to her so fast that she could hear her neck snap. The Sacaen Noble swallowed her fear and said, "I understand Sir Rama needs the energy to recover but that is not grounds to force someone to commit sacrilegious acts against their beliefs and culture."

Nightingale kept her gaze on Lyn, but she did not say anything. She only kept on staring.

Lyn sighed and pulled the skewered rabbit meat she had been roasting on the fire.

"Sir Rama, does your culture prohibit the consumption of rabbit meat?"

Rama shook his head, "no. Rabbit is an acceptable meat to eat."

"Then I propose a trade. I give you this rabbit and you give me that buffalo meat. Rama will then eat and recover without committing sacrilege. Does that sound fair, Lady Nightingale?"

Nightingale took another second to start before she conceded, "yes. These are acceptable terms."

Lyn and Nightingale swapped skewers, in Nightingale's case she handed her skewer to Rama and sat down to enjoy their meals.

With the incident resolved, Lyn decided it was time to eat.

She closed her eyes and gave a small prayer, thanking the spirits for the food she is about to receive. Even when Mother Earth and Father Sky were a world away, she believed that they would be able to hear her graces.

Once finished, she proceeded to take a bite from the piping-hot skewer and was immediately blown away.

Roasted meat was nothing fancy but it was better than hardtack, salted pork, and preserved cheese.

This roasted meat was something completely different. Unlike beef, it has a lighter flavor, with no gaminess that comes with wild game meat. It actually tastes slightly sweet.

"It's delicious."

"If you think roasted buffalo meat is good, just wait until you try some buffalo meat cooked in an Earth Oven."

Lyn turned her attention to Geronimo who sat on a log next to her.

"I agree. Roasting is good but so much of the fat is lost to the fire. It's much better to seal the carcass up and slow cook it in a pit with all its fat and juices still there." Lyn nodded in agreement before taking another bite. "It's a shame we won't be able to enjoy it since it takes up so much time."

"Such is the life of a soldier. We only have so much time to eat before we have to move again." Geronimo stated before he shook his head, "a fact only made worse by the constant raids of the machines and the Celts. We barely have enough time to properly preserve the meat we have taken from the land. If the situation wasn't urgent then it would have been a waste."

Lyn finished the last bit of her food and took a sip of her drink, which the resistance called rum before she responded.

"A shame indeed. I would love to try some slow-cooked buffalo." She took a look at the horizon and smiled, "your land is truly bountiful and majestic, it's a shame to see it being destroyed by war."

"Yes. It is." Geronimo's tone of speaking was monotone and anyone unfamiliar with him would not hear anything wrong. Lyn, on the other hand, has traveled with Geronimo for over a month and has grown used to hearing him daily. So much so that she could now subtly pick up the slight sad shift in his tone of voice.

"Is something the matter?"

His pupils took a glance at Lyn and stayed there for a moment before he moved his gaze back to the dark prairie.

"You said your people came from the plains, did you not?"

That question caught Lyn slightly off guard but felt it was an innocent enough question to ask.

"Yes, that is correct. The Lorca tribe were nomads that never stuck to one place for too long and moved with the seasons."

Geronimo smiled, "I said it once and I'll say it again, it is nice to meet someone of a culture similar to mine. I mean no offense to my allies, Gudao or your group, but I feel they can never truly understand our people's way of life."

Lyn felt confused at hearing Geronimo's words. "What are you trying to say?"

Geronimo turned to her, his eyes never breaking contact with her.

"War may scar the land, but over time the earth will heal. Expansionism, on the other hand, will irreversibly change the landscape into something else and can never be healed easily."

He looked toward the horizon once more, "the bountiful and beautiful plains you see before you at this moment, are only a memory in the centuries that come after. The bison herds you saw? Almost all of them are wiped out on modern-day earth because merchants wanted easier trade routes. The people who live and depend on these plains? Driven out to make room for settlers."

Lyn fell silent as she heard Geronimo speak.

"I know we may come from different worlds, but we are all still men. As someone who grew up fighting the expansion of civilization, all I can offer is a warning. Treasure your plains of Sacae while you can and whatever influence your rank allows you, use it to protect your lands. If not, your home and its people will end up the same as mine."

Lyn gripped her dress, the thought never occurred to her. Whenever she thought of the dangers that threatened her lands, her mind always wandered to banditry and war.

The idea that the government could seize Sacae and drive out the tribes to make room for buildings was never a concern to her …until now.

While the possibility of such a thing happening in her world was low, it wasn't zero. She might have given up her right to rule as a marquess but that didn't mean her connections would be rendered unusable. She could even ask Eliwood to draft some extra protections for her home so that when the time came, it would be safe from this 'expansionism,' at least she hoped.

"I thank you for your warning Sir Geronimo and your people have my most sincere condolences for what they have gone through."

Geronimo only gave a grunt of approval before he went silent once more. This time, both of them sat and listened to the crackling of the fire in front of them.

"Howdy partners, what are y'all talking about?"

And now the tranquility was ruined.

Lyn turned to the disturber of the peace and frowned, "William."

"Come on Miss Lyn, no need to be so formal, just call me Billy."

Lyn just stared at him, but not saying a word.

Geronimo sensed the animosity and tried to circumvent it by answering the gunslinger servant.

"We were only talking about the differences between our homes."

"Oh right, I forgot Miss Lyn was an alien. Though she's much too purdy of a gal to be one of those little green men." William said.

Lyn furrowed her brows, confused about what he meant by 'little green men.'

"Are you mocking my hair color?"

William grunted in embarrassment, "I apologize miss. I was so taken aback by your beauty that my brain turned to puddin and misspoke. I didn't mean to offend, honest."

Lyn rolled her eyes, "yeah sure, you truly are the suavest of men William. Though I suppose that is to be expected of a bandit."

"Woah there miss Lyn, I may be an outlaw, but I ain't a bandit. " William defended.

She scoffed, not really caring what the young boy was talking about, "you? Not a bandit? Don't try to hide it, I heard you were a notorious murderer and horse thief."

William never dropped his smile, "yup. Pretty much. But that was the past, now I don't even need a horse to move as fast as one. "

"Even so, stealing a horse is a grave crime, by doing so you doom the victim to death." Her eyes were glaring in William's direction now.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I did pay for my crimes eventually."

"It doesn't."

William gave up trying to excuse himself and shrugged, "Oh well, I tried. By the way, I ain't the only one doing horse thievery," he pointed his thumb at Geronimo, "Indians were notorious for stealing horses from settlers coming west."

"I don't believe-"

"He's right."

Lyn's face went pale, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she found out that Geronimo, someone who she greatly respected, was a horse thief.

He put his hand up, "to be fair to me and my ancestors, they were invading our lands and often incited violence with us, which included theft of our horses as well. We were just defending our land."

Lyn could not believe what she was hearing.

"That's why it was called the Wild West. Because law enforcement was more difficult to practice the further the enforcers left the populated cities." William continued. "Geronimo's tribe of Cherokee Indians was a militant group, so their hands ain't as clean as his personality might suggest."

Geronimo sighed, "Billy, I think it might be for the best that we drop this subject for the sake of Lyn."

Lyn put up her hand, "no. It's alright. Your reasons are sound and as an outsider, I have no right to judge you or your people, especially after hearing of the injustices brought upon them."

She then turned towards The Kid, "but unlike Geronimo, you had a choice, so you aren't as righteous as you claim to be."

"Never claimed I was righteous, only that the world we live in isn't as black and white as you imagine." for once, Billy's smile didn't reach his eyes.

"The Wild West was a time of turmoil and lawlessness. A place where anyone with enough firepower can rule over kings and where legends like myself and Mr. OnemanArmy over there was created."

Lyn suddenly perked up, "that reminds me, Sir Geronimo, I heard Dr. Romani and Gudao mention your legend but I did not have the luxury of knowing more about it. Will you enlighten me?"

Geronimo looked at her for a moment, before he grabbed a stick and poked the embers of the fire. "There's not much to tell, our tribe wished to trade with Mexico and were betrayed. While many of my people wanted to give up, I would not do such a thing." Geronimo's face tightened in visible anger, "Especially not after those bastards killed my wife and child."

"And so to seek retribution, you fought the entire Mexican army by yourself. That's impressive." William said.

"Compared to someone like King Arthur or Karna, there is not much to brag about. There are a slew of servants who would have easily been able to wipe out the Mexican army completely by themselves. I was not alone, that I can say is something my legends exaggerate."

Lyn shakes her head, "You mustn't diminish your feats, Sir Geronimo. You still valiantly led your troops into battle against superior numbers and won.

Everyone is special in their way. Their strengths, their weaknesses, and their potential. You never know what fate has for you," and that is especially true in her case since she found out she was a marquess.

"Yeah, which is why people always yell out 'Geronimo!' before someone does somethin' brave. Your actions were worthy enough to stand among the likes of King Arthur or that pale pretty boy."

Gernomo let out a chuckle, "I suppose you are right." The shaman looked to the sky and his impassive expression returned to his face, "it's getting late. You might consider going to bed now. We had a long day today and tomorrow will be no different."

With that said, Lyn, alongside the soldiers and the Chaldeans headed to bed.


Author's Note: This chapter took me longer to write than I wanted to, because procrastination. I had a vivid image of Lyn and Geronimo talking over a campfire but I just kept adding more and more disjointed pieces until I got to a point where I struggled to piece them together.

Hopefully you guys like it, I am sick of looking at it just sitting on my phone, unfinished.

Thanks for reading.