#( to preserve the human order ) // fate/grand order verse.

[butane-muses]

A VERSE, FOR YOUR TIME || closed, with @bedrydant.

THE INTERIOR of the simulator was calm, that day. The setting of choice? The sunlit streets of Narai-juku, a small town in Nagano Prefecture.

Musashi's idle browsing of Chaldea's archives some time prior had led her towards an entry on the small town, quaint in its size and beautiful in its surrounding scenery. What really caught her attention, though, was a particular row of buildings: intentionally preserved, and nearly untouched from the Edo Period.

To say she felt nostalgic, then, would be a vast understatement. She had to get a look, somehow... and the simulator would prove quite sufficient.

The scene was pristine enough to allow her time and space to sit at the foot of one of its alleyways. She carried her (albeit sheathed) swords yet still, alongside a few intriguing tools— a small brush, a block of ink, a small container of water, a wooden board, and a good few pages of vertically-lined parchment.

Indeed— for the first time in a while, she had once more taken to poetry.

Even past all the generated wanderers minding their business in the streets, though, it wasn't long before another Servant inevitably entered the bounds of the simulator. A few seconds afforded her the chance to feel their presence yet...

...alas, an unexpected one. A fellow Saber— Bedivere, was it? She had to wonder what would bring them here, save for pulling her out for an errand. (At least, she hoped that wasn't the case— she was only getting started with how much she prepared.)

"Oooii, Bedivere-dono~!" she finally called in greetings. "A pleasant surprise and a half to see you here. I just, uh... hope you don't mind me hogging the simulator for a bit..."

Her chuckle was half-apologetic, all-mirthful, as she glanced up to the knight from where she sat— a wooden stool, upon worn cobblestone. Glancing down at her, one could have seen that she'd bent her knees past waist-height, to get a proper seat on it...

[viitlumi]

Verses Lore - AOT Modern AU

I'll add this information to a linked page of my blog, but I decided to make this extra post anyway ;D More info under Read because it's a rather long:

;modern au - In the distant future, 2000 years after the death of Eren Yeager, the world has undergone a dramatic transformation. The scars of the Titan Wars have healed into a highly developed society, marked by advanced technology, sustainable urban planning, and a commitment to global peace. The legacies of Eren, Ymir, and other heroes are preserved in museums, commemorated in grand monuments, and celebrated through annual memorial days, ensuring their stories remain integral to cultural identity.

Paradis has emerged as the capital of the world, a symbol of resilience and rebirth. The city stands as a beacon of progress, with its towering skyscrapers, lush green spaces, and seamlessly integrated technology reflecting the pinnacle of human achievement. The streets are filled with people from diverse backgrounds, all contributing to a vibrant, multicultural society. Citizens of Paradis exhibit a strong sense of civic duty and global responsibility, embodying the spirit of unity and cooperation that defines the new world order.

A unified world government has brought unprecedented political stability and international cooperation. Science and education are pillars of society, with groundbreaking advances in medicine vastly improving quality of life and longevity. The education system places a strong emphasis on history, ensuring that the lessons of the past are never forgotten. This awareness fosters a cautious optimism among the populace, who remain ever vigilant of potential threats while striving for a brighter future.

However, whispers of the Titans' possible return due to DNA manipulation continue to circulate, serving as a stark reminder that history's shadows can still loom over the present. Conspiracy theories and rumors persist, leading some to question the true extent of their safety. While these fears are often dismissed as paranoia, they underscore the underlying tensions that still exist in this seemingly utopian society.

Politically, the world is a tapestry of progress and cooperation, yet it is not without its threads of tension and potential conflict. Paradis, as the epicenter of global power, faces the challenge of navigating old hostilities, resource disputes, and the persistent fear of Titans. Efforts towards peace and stability are bolstered by Paradis' diplomatic and technological leadership, but the delicate balance of power requires constant vigilance. The global government works tirelessly to mediate conflicts and promote sustainable development, but the specter of past grievances and the competition for resources remain ever-present threats.

The Fate of Marley and Paradis

The once-powerful empire of Marley has seen dramatic changes over the millennia. Following the end of the Titan Wars, Marley underwent a period of significant political and social upheaval. The collapse of their Titan-based military supremacy led to internal strife and a reevaluation of their national identity. Over the centuries, Marley transitioned from a dominant imperial force to a federated state within the global government.

Marley's integration into the new world order was not without challenges. The initial years were marked by economic hardship and societal restructuring. However, through international cooperation and substantial reforms, Marley gradually stabilized and rebuilt its society. Today, Marley is a respected member of the global community, contributing to advancements in technology, culture, and education.

The memories of Marley’s imperial past and the atrocities committed during the Titan Wars are acknowledged and remembered through education and public discourse. This collective memory serves as a lesson in the dangers of militarism and xenophobia. Marley has embraced a new identity centered around reconciliation, innovation, and cultural preservation.

In everyday life, the people of Marley, like those in Paradis and other parts of the world, enjoy the benefits of a peaceful and advanced society. The transformation of Marley from an empire of conquest to a beacon of progress exemplifies the broader global shift towards unity and cooperation.

The Yeagerist Regime and its Overthrow

After the death of Eren Yeager, Paradis fell under the control of the Yeagerists, a fascist regime that sought to consolidate power and maintain dominance through authoritarian means. This period was marked by internal turmoil and external isolation, as the Yeagerists pursued a policy of aggressive nationalism and military strength.

However, the oppressive regime did not last indefinitely. Over time, internal resistance grew, fueled by those who remembered the true ideals of freedom and justice that had once inspired the fight against the Titans. The people of Paradis, alongside international allies, eventually rose up and overthrew the fascist regime. This revolution marked a turning point, leading to the establishment of a more democratic and inclusive government.

The new leadership in Paradis committed to rebuilding their society on principles of equality, transparency, and cooperation. They sought to heal the wounds inflicted by the Yeagerists' rule and to foster a sense of unity both within Paradis and with the wider world. This transformative period laid the groundwork for Paradis' emergence as the global capital, a hub of innovation, diplomacy, and cultural exchange.

Social norms emphasize community, environmental stewardship, and innovation. The arts flourish, with new forms of expression emerging alongside traditional practices, reflecting a deep reverence for heritage combined with a forward-looking perspective. The balance of this new world hangs on the edge of cooperation and conflict, as the lessons of the past shape the uncertainties of the future. The story of humanity's struggle against the Titans has become a cornerstone of cultural identity, a reminder of both the horrors that once were and the resilience that defines the human spirit. In this new era, the world stands united yet vigilant, ever mindful that the peace they cherish was hard-won and must be diligently preserved.

[kiwikipedia]

You Always Admire What You Really Don’t Understand

Rating: T

Fandom(s): Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Fate/Grand Order

A galaxy divided by war! Formerly peaceful planets must choose a side or risk invasion as the Republic and the Separatist armies vie for the allegiance of the Neutral Planets.

Desperate to build a Republic Supply Base in the resource-rich, nearly abandoned System of Earth, Jedi Master Yoda travels to negotiate with the few who remain— the Survivors of Chaldea.

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Chapter 1 / 2

I'm really just clearing out my drafts at this point lol

Self-indulgent crossover, sue me. I just think that if Chaldea was involved in Star Wars, the war would've ended quickly.

They had wisely chosen to meet somewhere far from their main base of operation, taking the Shadow Boarder and traveling to what had once been Japan ages ago.

It was interesting to see what years of abandonment did to a nation. What it did to the world, really. It was beautiful, in a haunting way, to see everything so desolated and overgrown, but at the same time, it left a bitter taste in her mouth. In all of their mouths.

The taste of defeat, the taste of grief.

They had stopped Goetia and destroyed the Timeless temple. They had fixed the remaining singularities and yet— It hadn’t mattered in the end.

Sure, Romani, who had been the real Solomon, had been severely weakened but he had lived. And, sure, Mashu had died, only to be revived into a normal human… They had thought that it had been smooth sailing after that.

Only, the Alien God descended and the Lostbelts formed and the fighting began all over again. And Chaldea fought through all of them, time and time again.

Da Vinci died, Romani woke, and lives upon lives were pruned all for the sake of humanity.

And yet, it didn’t matter.

When the planet was restored, when Human Order was set back into place… the planet was empty. As if humanity had simply been plucked from it and Chaldea was all that remained.

But time marched on.

Humanity as they knew it was gone. Goredolf, the remaining Chaldea Staff, Sion, Mashu, Gudako, and Romani were all that remained of humans.

Most of the Servants stuck around still. Some shared the same bitter sentiment of “what mattered now” but remained loyal because where else would they even go?

It was better to stick around than vanish forever— though some chose to vanish back to the Root either way, with a promise to return when called.

Singularities still popped up, not often, but enough to keep things interesting and for new faces to join the ranks— Hell, they managed to summon Da Vinci and Musashi back by some grand miracle.

But was it even worth it? To an outsider, maybe not.

Humanity had been wiped from the planet, after all, and no amount of Grails could restore it. But they still continued on, what else could they do?

Even if this world’s humanity was gone, they still had their mission— protect and preserve. This had expanded from the planet to the planet’s history and future. But that decision had been made ages ago when the Lostbelts had ended, and now they were here.

Another unintended side effect had been all of their bodies, more than they already were by being Magus-Blooded humans. Spending time in a break in time-space had altered their aging, even Mashu who was supposed to be a normal human after Fou’s sacrifice.

The number of years that passed had since escaped Gudako though she knew that Romani kept track of it. She didn’t look any older than when the Lostbelts were first enacted, though her hair was longer.

The orange strands shifted in the breeze as she stood a little ways away from the Shadow Border. Rider Da Vinci (Who had begun to call herself Leona to differentiate ) was standing near the vehicle while Hector and Saito stood nearby.

Hector was well-versed in politics, and Saito knew his way around that field for the most part. Both were ready to aid in negotiations, and Geronimo was there as well, for that same reason. Saito was also there as the visible bodyguard, though, of course, all of them would spring to attack at the slightest sign of harm to Gudako.

Robin Hood was hiding somewhere, she knew, ready to strike if things went south— the likelihood of him also planting traps to cut through any forces was also very possible.

Li Shuwen was standing nearby for a similar reason but made no attempts to hide using his Sphere Boundary. Instead, he simply stood a bit to the side talking quietly with Hector and Saito while Geronimo watched the skies quietly.

Waiting on standby via communications were Goredolf, Da Vinci, Romani, and Mashu, along with anyone else in the communications and observation room in Chaldea. Sherlock, El Melloi II, and Chiron were in there, Gudako knew, as were Tesla and possibly Moriarty if he wasn’t trying to avoid Sherlock.

And yet…

It was quiet, almost too quiet.

Since Humanity was all but destroyed on Earth, Gudako had gotten used to the noise of wildlife and nature, the way animals had reclaimed civilization and the flora of the world overtook everything.

Chaldea had gone out of their way to dismantle anything that was harmful if left unattended on earth first— Nuclear Power Plants, especially.

It had been hard but necessary. None of them really fancied radiation poisoning, especially the humans and those more susceptible to poisoning.

But now the land around them was silent. The only noise was a song from the birds and the wildlife far in distance.

Gudako’s com beeped, making the others look over as she answered.

The face of a rather gorgeous woman appeared and Gudako smiled slightly at the familiar figure.

“Hey Da Vinci,” she greeted,  “No sign of the Republic yet, makes me wonder if something happened to them.”

She wouldn’t lie and say that having Leona around was the same as having their original Da Vinci with them. It was reassuring to have the little Rider, of course, but it had been different. Leona, of course, didn’t ever hold it against them for being unsure of how to act around her.

Nonetheless, Leonardo Da Vinci hummed on the other end of the line, hand going up to cradle her chin.

“I was just about to ask about that,” The Caster and now Co-Head of Technology with her other self sighed. “The planetary scans showed a disturbance, a ship coming down, but then nothing.”

Da Vinci paused for a moment before she shrugged. “Ah, well, it’s not like we need the Jedi to defend ourselves, though it would be nice to have the republic owe us.”

Gudako nodded in agreement before Hector spoke up, flicking ash from his cigarette.

“But it’s not like the Jedi to be late,” the Grecian man said. “From what the stories say, they’re a rather punctual bunch. Not like I can say much about that, though. I haven’t gone out of my way to meet any of them in the past years.”

Saito hummed in agreement as he gazed up at the sky.

“No, you’re right,” he said, brushing his thumb against one of his swords’ hilts. “Many Jedi are punctual, almost to a fault, haha. Vice-Commander’s not that fond of them, but the few interactions that I’ve had with them before this War solidified that.”

Despite his light tone, Gudako knew that Saito was serious as he spoke. So she simply nodded in agreement with him. It wasn’t as if she disagreed with his words, after all.

She, Da Vinci, and the others had infinite time after all, or at least the equivalent.

While the first few years had been spent readjusting and making sure the planet itself didn’t self-destruct by way of unmanaged power sources, the past ages had been different after that.

Space Travel had been all but easy to figure out.

With a few more months, and all the information from NASA and other nations, combined with what was gotten from Clocktower and Sion gladly gave up materials from Wandering Sea as she and Nemo helped, not to mention the Storm Border and Shadow Boarder were good base models to work with...

Well, easy to say that Exploring the rest of the Galaxy had been easy enough. Not all of it, though. That would be difficult to do even if they had infinite time— they still had to gather resources for themselves and prune small bits of human history that refused to let go. But enough of it had been explored to make a name for themselves in the rest of the Expanded Galaxy.

The Chaldeans, the Stargazers. Heroes who are on the side of good, even if some of them weren’t necessarily so. All the while, Chaldea had made sure not to cross paths with the Jedi if they could help it. There was nothing bad about them, per se, but, well... the Jedi had their ways and Chaldean had theirs. That said, the few times that the small teams of Servants sent out to complete a mission that wasn’t a singularity (and now SHEBA was picking up on Galaxy-Wide singularities) the Jedi had been rather decent to work with.

That had been part of the reason why Gudako had agreed to meet with the Jedi and thus Republic representative now. There was no doubt that the War within the Galaxy was bad— war itself was bad, no matter how many of Chaldea’s members liked the thrill of war.

Alone, Chaldea could do a lot but there were still restrictions and laws of the Galaxy to consider. The Republic ruled a majority of the Galaxy, save for a few places here and there that were considered either uninhabitable or neutral grounds, along with the Separatist Space.

Earth, or Terra, had been considered both a long time ago, but when they first heard of the War, they had struck out hard and fast toward any enemies harming planets that weren't part of the Republic or the Separatist States. Doing so had caused Chaldea to be known in the Galaxy as both a force of Good and as the only remaining inhabitants of Earth and rumors spread far and wide across the Galaxy.

Now things were changing.

With another sigh, Gudako closed her eyes.

“We’ll wait a bit longer, but I really don’t want to be waiting all night,” she told Da Vinci, who nodded in agreement before leaning out of frame.

A few voices could be heard on the other end— Roman, for one, was talking, as was Goredolf— before Sherlock leaned into the frame over Da Vinci.

“Whatever it is you decide we’ll support you from this end,” the Detective said, “We’ll keep a look out from this end.”

Gudako nodded before the video feed cut out.

In truth, she was unsure about serving any sort of Galactic-Wide Republic. And this wasn’t something that only she felt.

The thing was, Chaldea had operated as its own entity for so long, it would be a challenge if they joined outright.

Sherlock, Roman, and El Melloi II had run the scenarios and numbers with both Da Vincis and Sion. There was too much difference in both power and how Chaldea operated and how the Republic operated for Chaldea to serve under anyone but its own power now.

Sherlock had theorized that if they could somehow figure out a way to still keep their Autonomy while supporting the Republic’s endeavors against the Separatists it would work. So now that was what they were aiming for, and that would be their best bet in the long run.

Gudako knew better than anyone that Chaldea and Earth didn’t need support from the Republic.

Hell, with the right coordinates, they didn’t even need a ship with both the Shadow and Storm Boarders— though they certainly had several ships. Noble Phantasms had been altered and adjusted to be Space-worthy, and certain Servants didn’t even need that, they could just survive in the vastness of space on their own. The Servant-Universe Servants were more than excited about these new space adventures and Gudako had never seen Voyager more excited.

Materials-wise, it would be interesting to open up trade with the Republic, but only a select number because of the lack of manpower— and they weren’t about to open a goddamn factory in order to do that.

In the long run, there probably wouldn’t be much of a reason to make an Alliance with the Republic, outside of just being part of the side of Good.

These were all things that Gudako had to think about during this meeting, though if it would ever come to that she was unsure. There had yet to be a hide or hair of the Jedi Representative.

A twitch from all the Servants around her pulled Gudako from her thoughts, and she shifted, signaling to Li to hide his presence and for Robin- wherever he was- to remain ready.

The planet had gone deathly still. The silence before could be chalked up to an odd coincidence. There were locations that followed certain laylines and locations where animals instinctually sensed that something was off. But this was different.

This was silence because of a presence that the wildlife wasn’t used to had suddenly arrived.

Without needing any other prompting, Li Shuwen vanished without a word. And only a second later, the snap of a branch had them all turning around.

From the forest came a woman, tall and slender, with skin as pale as the moon and lips stained a deep, dark red.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that this was not the Jedi representative. Not with the Battle Droids behind her.

“Greetings, Representative of Chaldea,” she greeted.

Almost instantly, Saito’s swords were drawn, as was Geronimo’s knife before the two of them and Hector shifted into battle stances. Leona had moved right next to Gudako in the instant it had taken Hector to ready his spear.

“Who are you?” Gudako asked. There was no real point in asking, though. Gudako knew who this woman was. Asjj Ventress, the Dark Acolyte to Count Dooku. It wasn’t as if Chaldea was as out of the loop as many assumed they were while on the edges of the Galaxy.

It was just polite to introduce yourself when you intruded on a conversation.

The woman just bowed.

“I am only a messenger,” she rasped, “My master wishes to speak with you.”

With a flick of her fingers, a holodisk flew into her hands and flickered on. Geronimo’s frown deepened at the holographic visage of the Count.

 “Master of Chaldea, forgive me for my intrusion.”

Gudako snorted before she raised a hand and the Servants fell back behind and next to her, visibly relaxed but no less ready to fight if need be— even if Saito’s and Geronimo’s blades returned to their sheathes and Hector rested Durindana on his shoulder. Li Shuwen made himself known as well, the Assassin-like Lancer dropping down next to Hector and startling the droids slightly as he did.

“You have more decorum and are at least a bit more well-informed than your messenger, Count,” Gudako said, her tone taking on an icy quality. Thank god for the lessons on acting and politics with the other Servants. “Though I see no need for forgiveness to be given, seeing how you admit to being here unwanted.”

Dooku stiffened slightly but bowed nonetheless before recollecting himself.

“I am aware Master Yoda hopes you will allow the Jedi to build a Republic base in your territory in exchange for… protection, correct?” He asked and she heard Robin Hood snort across their Servant-Master bond. The statement seemed to be reflected in the tinges of exasperation and disbelief from the others across their bonds.

“Your spies serve you well, Count,” Geronimo answered from beside her, though his tone was just as frigid as Gudako’s own.

“I ask,” the Count continued as if Geronimo hadn't spoken at all. “How can the Jedi protect you if they cannot protect themselves?“

Next to her, Saito let out a hum of laughter at that, Hector’s lips twitched upwards, and Li Shuwen didn’t bother trying to hide the vicious sneer at the words.

Gudako didn’t blame them, and she couldn’t help but smirk as well.

Protection? As if Chaldea needed it.

“I suppose you and your droid armies can do better?” Gudako asked lazily instead.

Already, the Chaldeans had fought off droids that had wandered too close to home. They weren’t much, not for immortal heroes of the Throne.

The Count smirked, however, unable or perhaps unwilling to take note of the sarcasm in her tone.

 “Without a doubt. I sense you are a people who respect strength, People of Chaldea. Our droid armies outnumber the Republic clones a hundred to one.”

Gudako raised a brow at that.

There was some sort of plot he was attempting to lay. That much was easy enough to see, and judging by the slight shift and side glance that Leona had given her, the others felt the same way.

“And our sources say that a single Jedi equal nearly a hundred battle droids,” the Rider stated, tilting her head with her eyes narrowed. Gudako nodded in agreement to the younger Da Vinci’s words. That was the rumor for sure, though how true that was had yet to be seen.

But a Servant could outpace, out-fight, and outlast any droid and Jedi. With a majority being able to do so without breaking a sweat.

“Master Yoda’s powers have been greatly exaggerated,” Dooku drawled. And again, there might have been truth in his words, Gudako knew that, however...

“That remains to be seen, Count,” She said plainly and the Count inclined his head at that.

 “Indeed. But when you decide to join us, my apprentice will contact me.”

With that, the leader of the Separatists ended the call. This time, however, Gudako couldn’t keep the scowl off her face.

What the Count had to say certainly intrigued her.

Again, there was the possibility of exaggeration on the part of the Jedi. There was definitely that to consider, but Chaldea was not so weak to need Republic protection. This arrangement was only a meeting, if the Republic agreed to Chaldea’s terms, then they would have someone representing them in the senate— likely Roman himself would go with a few Servants disguised as aides. Ryouma and Oryou, Jeanne d’Arc, and so forth.

But she despised the assumption that even if they didn't take up the Jedi and the Republic's offer that they would join the Separatists. Ha. As if.

“Master,” Robin said from her side suddenly.

Like a ghost, the Hunter of the Woods appeared as he pushed his hood back and Gudako turned, seeing him point upwards. She followed his line of sight slowly. In the skies above, Republic Envoy fled the planet's skyspace.

Huh.

Gudako couldn't help but frown at that, watching as the ship vanished into Hyperspace.

Ventress took that as an opportunity to speak. “Master Yoda’s warship has fled the system. What further evidence do you require of the Jedi’s weakness?”

“Caster just confirmed,” Leona spoke up, referring to her other self as she looked up from her own communicator. “The ship has left.”

Ventress made a slight gesture, as if smug and in a way that said ‘see?’. Gudako just huffed softly, though before she could answer, a buzz from her own wrist alerted her of an incoming transmission.

She lifted it, hitting the answer button before hitting another button for Chaldea’s Command Room as well.

Both holographic images of Romani Archaman and a sole Clone Trooper popped up side by side.

Despite still being in the skin of Solomon, he had chosen to re-adapt to his previous hairstyle and attire. But it was still Roman, nonetheless, and even after all these years, Gudako felt her nerves and attitude soothe at the appearance of the Doctor. He looked a bit caught off guard at being called, but turned to look at the transmission directly.

“This is Master Fujimaru of Chaldea and Co-Director and head of Medical Facilities Romani Archaman, speak,” Gudako said, tone clipped and eyes narrowed. The clone seemed to glance to his side at Roman, who just nodded in greeting.

“Master Yoda would like to speak with you, sir,” The Clone said, turning back to Gudako.

The Chaldeans kept their expressions neutral, though Ventress seemed to seethe at the news. Slowly, she nodded.

“Very well,” She agreed, waving a hand to indicate the go-ahead.

With a nod, the Clone blipped out only to be replaced with the small figure of Master Yoda

“A pleasure it is to hear your voice, Master of Chaldea. Master Yoda of the Jedi Council this is.” Jedi bowed in greeting as he spoke.

“Master Jedi,” Gudako greeted calmly. “I thought perhaps Count Dooku had scared you off.”

“Delayed, have I been,” Yoda admitted before shaking his head, “But not too far away, am I now. Unaware, I was, Count Dooku was invited to our meeting.”

“Oh, the Count invited himself,” Li Shuwen answered, leaning over Gudako's shoulder so that the Jedi could see him. The Lancer's lips twisted into a sadistic sort of grin as he glanced at the Dark Acolyte, “He assured us that, in this time of war, his droids can offer Chaldea greater security than your Jedi.”

Sarcasm laced the Lancer’s tone, and Saito’s lazy sort of smile had pulled into something more like a sneer as well. Still, The Jedi Master considered Li Shuwen’s words. “A matter of debate that is.”

“Master, if I may?” Geronimo spoke up, having been conversing quietly with Robin and Hector behind them. Gudako nodded, turning so that both Roman and Yoda could see him as well.

“Go ahead, Caster,” she said and he bowed slightly in thanks.

“Thank you, Master," He said before he turned to the transmission feed. "As others have once said, ‘Words are meaningless without action’. Both Lancer, Archer, and I are in agreement, and propose a competition of sorts.”

Ventress raised a brow in interest at that and Roman leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed and head tilted as he listened.

“If Master Yoda is truly what he claims to be, let him prove it. Allow Ventress to dispatch her best troops to capture him alive,” Geronimo continued. “If he escapes, we will speak about the matters surrounding an alliance with the Republic. Should Ventress’ forces capture him or kill—”

“You join the Separatist Alliance,” Ventress interrupted and finished for him. The crack of Li Shuwen’s knuckles, the rattling of Saito’s swords, and the soft click of Robin loading his crossbow were enough to tell anyone nearby what the others felt about her interrupting one of their own. Still, Gudako let out a soft hum.

There was a lot at stake here.

Chaldea had no plans of joining the Separatists. They had no need for ‘protection’ from either side as well. The meeting with the Republic wasn’t about ‘protection’ at all, she wasn’t sure how that had gotten twisted, but nonetheless.

She glanced at Romani, who just nodded before he spoke up.

“We will discuss an alliance with the Separatists, and please, emphasis on alive. Should either Jedi or Clones be killed in this competition Chaldea will see this as a declaration of War and retaliate,” the Doctor and Co-Director of Chaldea corrected before turning to look at Yoda, “Well, Master Yoda? Do you accept this challenge against your credibility?”

“I do, Director,” The Jedi agreed before he turned to the Nightsister. “Arrive by nightfall, I will.”

Satisfied, Romani cut the feed from Chaldea’s end first before Gudako did the same on hers and ended the call. She glanced at Ventress after that, expression passive as she addressed the Darksider.

“I trust you will stand by your word,” She stated. “But know this, I’m not so easily swayed. Your actions will reflect your master. We wouldn’t want to paint him in a poor light, now do we?”

Ventress simply bowed, though her jaw was clenched. Gudako had to smirk at that before she snapped her fingers.

“Archer, Caster, Lancer. I trust that you can keep an eye on things. Don’t let them wreck things unnecessarily,” She ordered and the three Servants nodded, Li Shuwen bowing with a grin, before he and Robin off into the wilds— the two all but vanishing the moment they moved. Geronimo gave Gudako one last look before he followed them.

“Not letting us join in on the fun, Master?” Saito spoke up, tilting his head. Gudako snorted at that.

“Last time you were sent to keep an eye on things in Yamataikoku, Izo managed to jump you,” she pointed out, making him grimace slightly.

“Ah, so mean, Master-chan~ My pride is wounded still,” he admitted before sighing and looking out towards the wilderness. “Still, I wonder what kind of show Yoda will put on.”

Gudako let out a snort as Hector shook his head. It was all theatrics, of course. Saito’s dissatisfaction was a farce, and Gudako’s words— while true— were nothing more than a way to hide the truth behind Saito.

And keep Ventress’ guard down. If she didn't suspect him, then her first strike— if she decided to attack— would be with the expectation of an easy fight.

But nonetheless, Saito’s words were true despite his dissatisfaction being false.

Chaldea all knew the stories of Yoda, though this had been the first time they had seen him. In truth, if Gudako was going to be honest, and a bit picky, she would’ve preferred if the Jedi had sent Plo Koon or Tyvokka for this and not their Grandmaster— granted, this was only the case if the two were even still alive.

It had been many years since Chaldea had encountered the two of them in passing.

Yoda’s power had been rumored and talked about across the Galaxy. Chaldea hadn’t encountered him before, so all they knew were those rumors.

But now they would have the chance to see it in person— or as in-person as they could get with Gudako watching through the eyes of the three Servants she sent on ahead.

And if Yoda proved to not be all that his legends made him out to be… well, should Ventress try anything when Chaldea refused to join Dooku, she wouldn’t be making it off the planet alive.

I wrote this before Lostbelt 6.5 on across to ORT and Order Call— so none of that really has a presence here. Also, obviously, AU is AU because, well, Romani is here. Not sure how, but he is and he looks like Solomon half the time if he forgets to polymorph (is that the term?) into his "Romani" self. Caster Da Vinci is also back. Romani shares the position of Director with Goredolf and Da Vinci as the two of them have more experience running Chaldea than Goredolf but he proved to them that, while more cautious and a bit prickly, Goredolf makes a good director. Besides, Roman and Da Vinci run the medical staff and technology divisions respectively as well.

Also Leonardo / Da Vinci is the Caster, Leona or any variant of Mini Da Vinci is Rider. Split them up, because they're technically different entities in my mind.

The LB 6.5-ORT/OC Servants are still here I guess, but I really don't know all that much about them so any later installments to this as a series is unlikely. Maybe Tez. I think he's funny. I know Kadoc lived unlike the rest of the Crypters and he's in chapter 7, but I don't remember when he joined with Chaldea. I'm assuming during or after 6 since I don't remember seeing him at all in 5.

The Humans that remain are all but pseudo-immortals in that non-aging sort of vibe just due to that whole messing with the space-time-dimension thing. Just go with it lmao

I'll be honest, the Title was already decided before I chose to just make this a two-shot and part of a series of interconnecting oneshots rather than a full-length fic. And I got too lazy to change it.

Like in Threads of Daydreams, Li Shuwen is Li Shuwen, both Lancer and Assasin as one being. I actually had AssaLi here first but figured LaLi is more likely to find sneaking about and getting into fights with droids more fun.

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Verses

You Can Only Run So Far(Main)

These are for storylines that will be  included in The Siren’s development

v: Seven Kingdoms; One Realm (Game of Thrones verse)

During Nicole’s time as the Siren, she and Aethena end up in a new dimension all together. Both of them end up stranded in Westeros with the difficulty of finding where in this new society they can survive without being found as outcasts. Hopefully one day they can repair Aethena’s shell to return home, but that may never truly happen.

It comes In A Little Glass Vial (Repo! Verse)

Through the course of her travels, Nicoledelora has seen all sorts of sights but the futurist world for the human race made her skin crawl. Death lurked in every corner with fear of a Repo Man coming to take away organs that had not been paid in full. Unfortunately she has a horrible addiction to zydrate, wanting to pay the graverobbers she meets as much as she can to get her high.

All A Dream (Human A/U Verse)

Nicoledelora never opens her locket around her neck but awakes in a hospital after a gunshot wound to her chest. Although she had nearly greeted death, she tries her hardest to forget that night and move on with her everyday life.

Still You’ll Cry To Be Back In Her Bosom (DBD Verse)

Nicole De Lora was a lover of the applause and attention. Her heart belonged to the audience, while her talents belonged to the stage. It would be the grand opera house in Paris, France where she would sing her heart out in the dramatic fashion. Soon people began to flock to hear her sing and before long Nicole became the Prima Dona of the stage, earning her title of The Siren among the people. It was a dream com true, but every dream has it’s shattering end.

Over the years the applause and attention weren’t enough to  sedate Nicole’s hunger for the appreciation she deserved. She wanted more and more to feed her ego, which led her into the  arms of a wealthy business man. Sadly his wealth was the only adoration she approved of him. To her, he was a pathetic little  man with only the status she felt she deserved, while her eyes  drifted off to another.

A handsome stagehand was the one to truly gain The Siren’s  heart, and she found infidelity to be the rush she needed to feed her hunger. Talks of running away to Nice together and starting  a life away from the public eye were what brought The Siren  such joy. Even the thoughts of her husband’s demise to gain his wealth were spoken between the two. Of course, it wouldn’t be  long before her husband discovered the two in bed together.

Death was quick to follow at the rage he found himself in,  cutting The Siren’s lover to pieces while simply shooting her in the heart was the quickest death. What they never tell you, however, is the inability to leave your body as soon as it stops  moving. Between the rage and the jealousy, The Siren could  only watch as her husband embalmed her body to keep her  preserved forever. If she could scream or cry she would have, vowing to murder him over and over again for the loss of her  lover and the loss of her fame. Surprisingly it seemed her  pain had been heard as a foggy setting had overcame her  vision. The voice of her lover was what made her agree to  serve the Entity as her desire for bloodlust grew. None would be allowed to escape her, and they would all give her the  love she desired in death.

                              ABILITY & WEAPON

Her voice was everything to her. It brought joy to many, but within the fog it’s purpose became far darker. The effects of  The Siren’s voice turn the world into confusion. At listening to The Siren’s voice at tier one, survivors will mishear a working  generator’s location. At tier two, the terror radius sound will  randomly activate despite her not being nearby. Finally, at tier three, the survivor’s sense of direction will be flipped to prevent any from truly running away from her.

A shattered handheld mirror stays tight in The Siren’s grasp. The horrific sight of her loss beauty brought such pain to the vain opera singer that she smashed the metal object in horror. Instead of wallowing in self pity, The Siren took the antique  mirror as a chance to throw her fury elsewhere. Besides, what  lady of the arts could possibly deny the use of irony?

                                        PERKS

Live for the applause ~ A singer is nothing without her audience. For every time a survivor stays within the killer’s sight, their main ability is charged at a slightly faster pace. However, the moment  they leave, the charged attack will cool down quicker.

                                         MORI

Some say it’s her voice that lures them into her embrace,  others say it’s the sadness in her eyes. Whatever the reason, The Siren takes the opportunity to kiss her victims only to  rip their tongue out with her teeth to watch them bleed to death.

                                       MAP

The memory of the opera house is the perfect place for The Siren to feel at home. While decrepit of beauty, you can see a piece of  it’s former glory by completing generators. However there are two  generators that hold their own secrets, one resides in The Siren’s dressing room where candles alight as the generator is complete and the many roses come back to life. The second is on the main  stage. While it can be difficult to complete the pay off comes from  the ghostly applause when completing the generator.

A Fate Worse Than Death (Dark!Siren verse)

The Siren always had a desire for the most lavished lifestyles. Knowing that she’d need to create some form of a normal profile for herself, she came across a mansion that appeared relatively far from most people. What she did not expect was the troubled past about people going missing and the stories of people dying. Never one to believe in the supernatural, The Siren went through with getting her new home in order.

It was perfect for a few days at least, but soon she began to realize rooms were never where she expected them to be. First floors ended up on second floors and vice versa. Not to mention the unsettling chill she felt as though something was watching her. Perhaps it was because she noticed this The House made it’s true intentions clear. A body. That’s all they desired, but she would be damned if she gave hers willingly. The following days became difficult to say the least. Certain rooms were denied to her, and the ability to go outside resulted in just coming back to other rooms. The unfortunate fate came from an unexpected change. While running out of one room, the next location had stairs she did not anticipate. Bones broke as she tumbled down them only to lay dying on the ground floor.

In the midst of feeling darkness crowd around her, regenerating was her only hope of salvation. She would not die here, and as far as she was concerned she didn’t. However the same could not be said for the past version of herself. While one version was able to leave with ease, the other had no choice but to bond with The House in her broken form. It seemed the House received just what it wanted, but that didn’t mean they didn’t desire more. Getting a body to last the years was the perfect solution, and the fury of being left behind was what made The Siren desire her body returned to her. One thing was certain though; with the void at their disposal, and a voice to lure others to her aid, they would get exactly what they desired.

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@sagekinq asked: 'everything's fine!!!' / casgil for musashi c:

— OXVENTURE SENTENCE STARTERS.

Of course, it was a bit hard for Musashi to consider that a... viable interpretation of the events unfolding throughout Chaldea's cafeteria.

Past a couple haphazard slurps of udon, the swordswoman almost found herself choking on one as a few whizzes of magic sliced the air, nearly burning off her ponytail right then. The screaming and yelling that followed from the Servants nearby did little to reassure her, anyhow...

"Wh- hrRK— nnghh... s-say that after it's over, Gil-san...!! In fact, if this bowl gets caught in any of this crossfire, it's over for you, ya' hear me!?"