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Fresh from the small-scale battlefield of Limited Time Capsule Servant Draws, Gilgamesh reverently places his glittering blue and gold prize at his kitchen table. It has a milky gleam like a pearl, but to him it's far more precious than a mere gem.
"Here you are, my ephemeral and brilliant one," he says softly, taking a seat before the little ball. "Those unworthy mongrels and their tedious clamor are far behind us now." Chuckling to himself, almost nauseous with glee, he taps the little ball and waits for it to open.
And open it does in a burst of dazzling stars, revealing his rarest treasure yet: a blonde-haired Servant the size of his palm, resplendent (and scantily clad) in a pale blue halter top, leggings, a starry belt and matching mantle. Are the fluffy feathers wings? He hopes so. Even her familiar jade-green eyes have stars in their depths as she stares up at him, arresting his attention.
"I ask of you," she says with a tone of quiet command, "are you worthy to be my Master?"
At this point in Gilgamesh's Capsule Servant career, he has heard that line too many times to count. Today, however, he lets his voice bounce in joy as he replies "I am, Galactica Saber!"
Galactica Saber must deem this satisfactory; she hops out of her capsule and strides boldly across the table toward him. "Lift me up," she declares. "I must see my new kingdom."
"And so confident in her desires, too," Gilgamesh says with a tender laugh, cupping his hands and watching her climb aboard. "Very well, O Saber of Sabers, I shall give you the grandest tour!"
Said tour of his mansion takes a long time, but Galactica Saber doesn't seem to mind. She has countless questions: "Will these walls hold firm against space monsters?", "Is that 'motorbike' able to be ridden? Why not?" and "Why do you insist on playing with my hair?" are the most common.
She takes well to the other Arturias, and soon Gilgamesh enjoys a relaxing hour watching his hard-won Capsule Servants eating, bathing and sparring together in the elaborate castle diorama he designed for them. He wishes the Diarmuids and Arthur wouldn't bar him from seeing the bath, though.
When the sun sets on their first day together, Gilgamesh knows exactly how to end it. Carrying the re-capsule'd Arturias to his bedchambers, he sets them loose and smiles fondly as they all bound to their preferred spots. King Saber settles at the window, watching the moon, while Zero Saber parks her motorcycle near the doorway. Saber Lion and Hungry Saber forage in his mini fridge.
That leaves Galactica Saber surveying her prospects.
Gilgamesh could tease her as he did his beloved Blue Saber (joining her King self's moon-viewing), but today was long and he is weary down to his bones. Slipping out of his clothes⏤a chorus of tiny gasps bless his ears⏤and under the covers with little fanfare, he watches Galactica Saber with half-lidded eyes. "How goes it?" he murmurs.
Galactica Saber journeys across the covers to meet him, her little wings fluttering in the semi-darkness now and then to give her more momentum. She makes landfall next to his chin. Are his eyes deceiving him, or is that a blush on her face?
"Cute," he says sleepily. "You were worth every penny of my Treasury."
That gives her pause. After a few moments of deliberation⏤he can hear the other Sabers arguing with her⏤Galactica Saber holds out her arms and waits.
Gilgamesh jolts awake, if only a little. "What? Speak plainly."
"Embrace."
"...'Embrace'?"
Galactica Saber nods, as if this is a momentous decision that could turn the tide of war in their favor. Or perhaps only hers.
"Wonderful," Gilgamesh whispers, and carries her under the covers and to his chest, his fingers loose against her lilliputian body. "Simply wonderful..."
His bedfellow's breathing slows right away, but her solemn eyes remain locked on his face.
Her stare doesn't matter. For the first time in centuries, he's asleep in moments.
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When he wakes in the gloom of the witching hour, there isn't a palm-sized Saber in his arms. She's woman-sized.
It takes him a moment to realize the implications of this. He's still groggy, for one, and for another he now knows that Galactica Saber sees no need for undergarments. She's still staring at him, but this time there's a hint of curiosity in her eyes. And in her free-roaming hands as well.
"This wasn't in the flavor text," he manages, embracing her fully despite his confusion.
Galactica Saber sits up, giving him a quick glimpse of paradise, and evaluates her position. "Things have changed. I will find a different place to rest."
"So soon, dear Saber of Sabers? You should use this chance to fall into my arms as a woman, not just a Servant."
"...But I still wish to fight. I ruled a distant ocean planet in the far reaches of space, protecting the oceans like it was second-nature. I must protect this new kingdom as well."
"Of course you will," Gilgamesh assures her, stroking her back until she settles back down in wary increments. "The world of Capsule Servants is never lacking in battles. You'll prove yourself as many times as you like."
Galactica Saber says nothing for a long moment, perhaps drifting in and out of sleep herself. Then, softly, "Hold me close and tight, Master."
"Is that an order?" Gilgamesh teases.
"...Perhaps."
"Even at this size, you're still cute."
"What nonsense," she grumbles, unquestionably half-asleep now, and they fall together in a more chaste way than Gilgamesh would prefer.
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DEVELOPER'S NOTES 1a: Due to unforeseen developments, the Capsule Servant model "Galactica Saber (Final Edition)" will be patched. Any Masters who wield such Servants are advised not to become intimate with them, else the Galactica Saber will become unfit for battles.
DEVELOPER'S NOTES 1b: Rejoice! We won't be patching this one after all, as it was a feature and not a bug. Enjoy your Galactica Saber to the utmost, [REDACTED].