Tomorrow. A curious word. The days by which the Association of Magi referred to tomorrow as assured have waxed and waned. In preparation for the inevitable day, the organization known as Fenis Chaldea, the Security Organization for Securing the Future of Man, was founded. However, since tomorrow is not assured due to the Calamity that will Fall from the Stars, even in the future it is not certain that humanity will still exist.
Tomorrow. A cursed word. A name for something that may never come.
-The Memoirs of Lord Yggdmillennia
The halls of Chaldea were cold. That was the first thing one in the building would come to understand. It was a hidden base, one sealed deep within the depths of the Ross Ice Shelf of Antarctica. Technically, it was the subject of over one hundred different little agreements, but those within found the goings of regular mortals either inconsequential or unimportant.
After all, the world faced a calamity beyond which any person had ever seen. The Great Threat from Beyond the Stars had been detected once more, the beast known as the Scarlet Calamity. The day would soon arrive that the world would be in dire peril. Indeed, to many, the world was already in dire peril. The enemy had struck first, struck hard and struck repeatedly.
"If the world faces one more Armageddon where the enemy fights by attacking multiple points of time, we might as well just accept there's a lottery for it."
"Look on the bright side. It justifies the precautions Lord Yggdmillennia made."
"I don't want his precautions justified. The arse just didn't want to hire more staff."
Within the depths of Chaldea, the majority of the staff had already been slain by the enemies first strike. The temperature control had been obliterated in an instant by saboteurs, and along with it, the majority of Chaldea's staff had been either freezing to death or had frozen to death. It was a shockingly effective method of defeating ones opponents.
Non-essential staff had been put into stasis to conserve what little heat was left. In a bitter, ironic twist, it was easier to prevent the world from affecting a person then it was to keep them warm.
The main control room was manned by what was best called a skeleton staff. In the centre of the small crowd was two people, a man with pinkish blond hair who was hurriedly validating the vitals of those in stasis, and a young man, almost a boy, with girlish features and a huge, fanciful cape over his shoulders.
"Do you really need more staff?" The blond asked. The boyish man took a moment to ponder, his hand gliding over a nearby computers keyboard, his eyes narrowing at the data.
"Well, yes. If the enemy is going to try and murder this little organization at the day of its inception, then we will need more staff. A lot of them." He quipped back. "Narrowed down your list yet?"
"I have a few options, but I'm leaning towards one in particular to wake up. They were injured in the temperature control explosion, though."
"Hardly an issue. The summoning infusion will deal with that." The boy's voice took a turn for the grumpy, as he hopped onto a table. "We need someone with a resilient spirit. The rest is inconsequential."
"Leonardo, you are asking me to consign someone to death here. Let me work." Leonardo rolled his eyes as the blonde continued, kicking his feet absently on the side of the table.
"Death is a release for some." He muttered. "For others, it is a curse."
"Philosophy again?"
"I have nothing but time right now, Roman." He admitted. "I could gesticulate as to the nature of the enemy, but that would be a waste of time."
"Have you selected a Servant for them?"
"I have some ideas, but not until you actually pick a person." Leonardo admitted. "Come on, Roman. We need a person."
"We need someone who can be trusted to save the world. I'm making a lot of guesses here." Roman shot back. "I'm going as fast as I can."
"Well I can't move until you pick."
"Enough." Both men looked to the side, Leonardo snickering as the aged form of Lord Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia, better known as the poor bastard consigned to leading Chaldea during this time of relative peace, spoke up. "Surely you two have work to do besides just heckling each other?"
"Nope, boss." Leonardo was unrepentant as he spoke up, flamboyantly flicking his cape. "Not a thing. Summoning circle is ready for infusion and more then that would require that Roman give me a body."
"Then give him a body." Darnic muttered. "After all, it's not like the soul will survive intact."
"It will influence the person that results, though." Roman shot back. "You surely know this."
"Influence, maybe." Darnic retorted. "That's why we have Ruler. You overthink it."
"She'll die if you make her use that too much." Roman's eyes narrowed. "I wo-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off by Leonardo's hand.
"Optimally, we'd rather use such powers to assist us in surviving." Leonardo shot back. "Have you nailed down when the enemy is trying to delete you?"
"Ignoring the pleasure you derive from this, they are attacking us at our conception. Trifas, in the year 2003." Darnic shot back. "The days of the Great War."
"The days where you pursued segregation from the Clock Tower." Leonardo continued. "How did you avoid execution, anyway?"
"... They don't call me silver tongued for nothing." Darnic admitted, groaning. "I suppose you will wish to go on site to lend additional support?"
"Unless you can come up with a compelling reason for me to remain here." Leonardo folded his hands under his chin, staring at Darnic. "You know more then you are letting on."
"... Time travel is impossible." He answered. "At least, true, genuine, change the future time travel. After all, such changes retroactively change the present."
"Then you already know who Roman picks?"
"... Maybe." Darnic snorted. "The enemy we face is very different then what we would normally consider a mere blip of a Holy Grail. We face an enemy that clearly sees not the present, but all time as individual locations to travel to."
"Yet we can fight back due to the properties of the Ross Ice Shelf. Clever, but I don't believe you for a moment."
"I need not your belief or trust. Those will come on their own." Darnic shot back darkly. "Roman, your decision? Our window to send a party back in time is closing."
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