Adapted from 'Fate/GPT' over on Spacebattles. In which a cabal of morally dubious xenos decide to create a 'False Moon-Cell' and throw a bunch of hand picked shmucks into it to do a Murder-Death-Kill. Hijinks ensue. Escalation occurs. Such is the na...
August 31st, 1939, a day before the world would be plunged into the depths of war, a peculiar pillar of light hammered down from the heavens into the small market town of Bracknell. Two figures emerged from the ephemeral beam of radiant incandescence, their arrival marked by the soft rustling of grass beneath their feet. Ronin, a Master clad in armor reminiscent of a samurai, and Roronoa, his towering Avenger-class Servant, had been transported to this era as part of the 'False Moon Cell Holy Grail War'.
As they looked around, they were greeted by a serene landscape, surrounded by verdant hills and the occasional hamlet. Ronin, his face obscured by an eastern style hat and mask, gazed upon the scenery with a mixture of determination and fascination.
"Roronoa, we must make haste. The nearest port should be our first destination," he commanded, his voice strong and resolute.
Roronoa nodded, his piercing eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his broad hat.
"Aye, Master. Let's get ourselves a vessel and show these enemies the true terror of the high seas."
As they journeyed down towards Portsmouth, intent on claiming a sea faring vessel for themselves, Ronin pondered the potential challenges that lay ahead. His thoughts he kept to himself, confident that whatever might happen, he and his Servant could pull through. After all, they'd been lucky enough to be sent to an island for the first round, a place where Roronoa could be in his element, just as soon as they found a ship for themselves...
Upon reaching the port, they were greeted by the sight of various ships moored along the docks. Ronin's eyes widened as he took in the potential vessels for their expedition.
"Roronoa, which ship would be best suited for our purposes?"
The Avenger-class Servant scanned the dock, his gaze finally settling upon a sturdy-looking vessel that seemed suitable for their needs.
"That one, Master. The 'Crimson Wave'. She's fast and agile, perfect for our purposes."
As they approached the ship, the crew members gawked at the unusual pair, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Roronoa, unfazed by their stares, addressed them with a smirk, "Gentlemen, we have need of this vessel. We are on a mission of utmost importance, and I suggest you comply if you value your lives."
The crew, sensing the danger in his tone, reluctantly agreed to their request. As the 'Crimson Wave' set sail, Ronin stood at the helm, his thoughts focused on the battles to come. "I can sense other participants in this war nearby, Roronoa. Let's show them what we're capable of."
Roronoa, his hand resting on the hilt of his Bloodthirsty Cutlass, grinned ferociously.
"Aye, Master. The blighters won't know what hit them."
As the ship cut through the waves, the unlikely pair readied themselves for the fierce battles that awaited them in the False Moon Cell Holy Grail War. United by their desire for combat and the pursuit of strength, Master and Servant stood side by side, prepared to face whatever challenges the war would bring.
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Addendum: The 'Crimson Wave'
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The 'Crimson Wave' is a British M-class destroyer, a type of naval vessel that was in service during the late 1930s. Built for speed and agility, the ship was well-suited for escort duties, anti-submarine warfare, and quick strikes against enemy forces. The 'Crimson Wave' is equipped with a variety of armaments, including torpedoes, depth charges, and anti-aircraft guns, making it a formidable combatant in naval engagements. Its sleek design and powerful engines allowed it to navigate the waters with ease, making it an ideal choice for Ronin and Roronoa's mission in the False Moon Cell Holy Grail War.
