Fate/World Selection

Chapter 1: Unwilling Participant

"Mornin', Sergeant." I said as I walked into the office.

"What's up, man." My Sergeant responded as I walked into the Uniform office. "You sleep well after yesterday."

"Nope. The military doesn't play around when they lose something." I looked at one of the laptops that was open in our office. "Can we get a Bravo? One of the laptops finished imaging."

"Thanks for letting us know." A different person than my sergeant came in to finish the process so we can return the Laptop to the original holder.

I sat in a chair as the Bravos do their work. A Uniform can also do it, but it's not their job. Right now, there's not really any work for a Uniform to do. Still, everyone thinks we know how to work on any electronics.

Such is the life of the 25 series.

"Hey, Herrero, check the cage in the back for any spare JBC-P cables?" My Sergeant asked.

"Ooah." I responded. The automatic response of a lazy "Hooah" was something almost any service member could relate to.

I walked to the back where the cage was located... And it was a fucking mess. So unorganized. Then again, the Sergeant First Classes tore this bitch up. Shit is literally everywhere... The Sergeant just put me back here to clean this shit.

Such as life for a Private.

As for the characteristics of OCD people like me, I organized the stray cables into piles of the same cables. Of course I gave the Sergeant the cable he needed before continuing. A few of the cables were a pain in the ass.

More people came in, but didn't help. Honestly, if it wasn't me, I'd do the same.

"Oh shit!" And I tripped on a cable. Absolutely great.

Today can't get worse.

"Do you need help, master?" ... Who is that? That voice definitely belongs to a female, but it's way too high pitched for anyone I know.

Nothing could prepare me for what I saw.

"What?" I responded after I stared at her for a bit.

"Is something wrong, master?" This woman asked.

For some reason, no matter what I thought, my mouth or body wouldn't move. Or... that was until.

"On the ground." I said. I placed a knee underneath me.

"What?" I grabbed her outstretched wrist.

"ON THE GROUND!!!" I pulled her forward suddenly and placed a knee on her back. Positioned her arm so it's behind her back. Thank God I took Combatives.

"What are you doing, Master?!" What is she talking about.

"Shut up! You are trespassing on government property!" Not only that, but she dressed weirdly, underdressed, and had just broken into a restricted area. That's not counting that she couldn't have gotten where she was in the time I fell.

"What's with the yelling?!" A buddy of mine yelled as he ran to the back cage.

"Someone suspicious as fuck got in here without making a sound!" He turned the corner to see what was happening and saw who I was holding.

"Holy... I'll get the Sergeants, keep here there." He ran away before she could get a word in.

"Master... I am your Servant! Why are you doing this?!" The weird woman yelled with a hurt tone.

"I ain't your fuck master. I want your name and how you got here." I was not in the mood to play this woman's games.

There's no way she just casually walked in here dressed like that. Not only is it conspicuous as fuck, but the bright colors contrast against any building here. And my buddy's reaction only confirmed that he had never seen her.