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Author: invisiblecake
Fandoms: Farscape/Full Metal Alchemist
Word Count: 982
Characters: In this chapter: Scar, Kimbley, Lust, Roy, Fuery, the Fuhrer/Pride
Overall Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Lots please! Concrit is always welcome!
Disclaimer: I doesn't own Farscape or FMA
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Farscape including Peacekeeper Wars, and all of FMA pretty much.
Summary: Not sure quite where it's going. This chapter all FMA.
Tags: Fullmetal Alchemist, Farscape
So, this chapter is really more of set up for later events, but I kinda feel like it's important, so I wrote it.
Back in the city above, Scar was facing his archenemy, Kimbley. He had been the State Alchemist who had given him the X-shaped scar on his face and destroyed his right arm. They had a score to settle, and it looked like Scar had an edge. The Crimson Alchemist leaned heavily on one leg, and blood dripped from various parts of his face. And yet still he grinned at his foe, laughing as the scarred man stood over him in anger. Scar pulled up his sleeve, revealing the tattooed arm that had been his older brother’s.
“You gonna kill me Ishbalan? Let’s see you try.” Kimbley laughed and coughed up blood. Scar reached out the right hand and held it over the Alchemist’s face, covering his eyes. “So, this is how it all ends? Killed by an Ishbalan.” Kimbley sighed, “Well, I just can’t accept that!” At that moment he lashed out and grabbed onto Scar’s arm with both hands, starting an alchemic reaction in the flesh itself.
Scar fell backwards onto the ground, more out of surprise than pain. Grasping his blackened left hand with his tattooed right.
Kimbley laughed weakly for a few moments, but then suddenly stopped as three black blades pierced his chest from the back. Blood fell more heavily from his open mouth, and he went limp. His lifeless form dropped to the sandy ground like a rag doll, revealing the Homunculus Lust. She stood and watched Scar for a moment, and then walked over to stand above him. He glared up at her, but she merely held out a black-gloved hand to him. He took it and stood up. She continued to hold it and brought it up closer to her face.
“Well, that’s no good. We’re going to need to move quickly if you expect your plan to succeed. The Military is just waiting for a reason to attack.”
“I don’t need your help, monster.” He pulled away from her grasp, and pain shot through the hand as Kimbley’s alchemy altered its composition into that of a living bomb, and the blackness spread up to his shoulder.
“It looks to me like you do.” She said.
And so, they drew the soldiers into the center of the desert city. While they were searching the empty buildings ad streets for Scar, he made his way to the huge transmutation circle he had dug just outside the city. With the help of Lust he laid down on the shallow line. Kimbley’s alchemy had spread through all of his limbs by then. The circle activated on contact, and an explosion of red energy enveloped everything for miles.
Out in the desert, the Homunculus Pride stood and watched.
A few hours later, Fuhrer King Bradley had called in extra military personnel to search for survivors and help with the cleanup. Colonel Roy Mustang and his loyal men had been made part of the efforts at the suggestion of the Flame Alchemist himself directly to the Fuhrer. Roy was pretty sure he knew the cause of the destruction, and he had to be sure that Fullmetal and his brother had escaped in time. He walked calmly through the rubble; shovel in hand, sweating in his uniform from the desert sun. They had searched nearly half the city already. And not a single survivor had been found, much less a body. No sign of Scar, either. He was tired, and hot, and he would much rather be back in the city doing paperwork right about now. He kicked up some debris with the toe of his boot, and saw something he was expecting to be long gone by now. It was a red stone, glowing with alchemic power. He removed his white spark cloth gloves and picked it up. It was the Philosopher’s Stone all right, so why hadn’t the Elric brothers taken it with them?
Deciding that it was his duty to get it to them, he placed it in a hidden pocket inside his jacket. He would have to go after them as soon as possible.
“Uh, Colonel Mustang, sir?” came a voice from behind him. Roy turned around and found Fuery standing there with an envelope in his hands.
“Yes, Master Sergeant?” It was less of a question than a statement. He tried not to look as half-conscious and worried as he felt right then. Fuery handed the note to him, he took it, there was some required saluting, and he was alone again. Finally.
He examined the envelope in his hands. It had the Fuhrer’s personal seal on it. Must be important. He tore it open absentmindedly and read it silently.
The Fuhrer wanted to see him.
Well, no choice but to go, so he started walking in what he figured was the general direction of the Fuhrer.
He didn’t have time for this; he had more important work to do than shovel sand in the middle of a desert.
But, there was the Fuhrer standing in front of him, above him, his face glowing with a false smile. More required saluting.
“Colonel Mustang, I have an important mission for you and your men.”
Well, that was unexpected. He wondered just how “important” it would turn out to be.
“I need you to find and arrest Edward Elric by any means necessary.”
“May I ask why, sir?”
“I have reason to believe that he was, or knows the whereabouts of the cause of today’s destruction.”
“What about Scar, sir?”
“The Ishbalan fugitive was shot down before the explosion. Therefore, he could not have caused it.” Said he Fuhrer simply but forcefully. “I assume that you know where the Elrics might run to?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll gather my men and leave right away, sir.” He turned and left the makeshift office.
Resembool. They had family there. It was their home. That’s where they would head for.
Fandoms: Farscape/Full Metal Alchemist
Word Count: 982
Characters: In this chapter: Scar, Kimbley, Lust, Roy, Fuery, the Fuhrer/Pride
Overall Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Lots please! Concrit is always welcome!
Disclaimer: I doesn't own Farscape or FMA
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Farscape including Peacekeeper Wars, and all of FMA pretty much.
Summary: Not sure quite where it's going. This chapter all FMA.
Tags: Fullmetal Alchemist, Farscape
So, this chapter is really more of set up for later events, but I kinda feel like it's important, so I wrote it.
Back in the city above, Scar was facing his archenemy, Kimbley. He had been the State Alchemist who had given him the X-shaped scar on his face and destroyed his right arm. They had a score to settle, and it looked like Scar had an edge. The Crimson Alchemist leaned heavily on one leg, and blood dripped from various parts of his face. And yet still he grinned at his foe, laughing as the scarred man stood over him in anger. Scar pulled up his sleeve, revealing the tattooed arm that had been his older brother’s.
“You gonna kill me Ishbalan? Let’s see you try.” Kimbley laughed and coughed up blood. Scar reached out the right hand and held it over the Alchemist’s face, covering his eyes. “So, this is how it all ends? Killed by an Ishbalan.” Kimbley sighed, “Well, I just can’t accept that!” At that moment he lashed out and grabbed onto Scar’s arm with both hands, starting an alchemic reaction in the flesh itself.
Scar fell backwards onto the ground, more out of surprise than pain. Grasping his blackened left hand with his tattooed right.
Kimbley laughed weakly for a few moments, but then suddenly stopped as three black blades pierced his chest from the back. Blood fell more heavily from his open mouth, and he went limp. His lifeless form dropped to the sandy ground like a rag doll, revealing the Homunculus Lust. She stood and watched Scar for a moment, and then walked over to stand above him. He glared up at her, but she merely held out a black-gloved hand to him. He took it and stood up. She continued to hold it and brought it up closer to her face.
“Well, that’s no good. We’re going to need to move quickly if you expect your plan to succeed. The Military is just waiting for a reason to attack.”
“I don’t need your help, monster.” He pulled away from her grasp, and pain shot through the hand as Kimbley’s alchemy altered its composition into that of a living bomb, and the blackness spread up to his shoulder.
“It looks to me like you do.” She said.
And so, they drew the soldiers into the center of the desert city. While they were searching the empty buildings ad streets for Scar, he made his way to the huge transmutation circle he had dug just outside the city. With the help of Lust he laid down on the shallow line. Kimbley’s alchemy had spread through all of his limbs by then. The circle activated on contact, and an explosion of red energy enveloped everything for miles.
Out in the desert, the Homunculus Pride stood and watched.
A few hours later, Fuhrer King Bradley had called in extra military personnel to search for survivors and help with the cleanup. Colonel Roy Mustang and his loyal men had been made part of the efforts at the suggestion of the Flame Alchemist himself directly to the Fuhrer. Roy was pretty sure he knew the cause of the destruction, and he had to be sure that Fullmetal and his brother had escaped in time. He walked calmly through the rubble; shovel in hand, sweating in his uniform from the desert sun. They had searched nearly half the city already. And not a single survivor had been found, much less a body. No sign of Scar, either. He was tired, and hot, and he would much rather be back in the city doing paperwork right about now. He kicked up some debris with the toe of his boot, and saw something he was expecting to be long gone by now. It was a red stone, glowing with alchemic power. He removed his white spark cloth gloves and picked it up. It was the Philosopher’s Stone all right, so why hadn’t the Elric brothers taken it with them?
Deciding that it was his duty to get it to them, he placed it in a hidden pocket inside his jacket. He would have to go after them as soon as possible.
“Uh, Colonel Mustang, sir?” came a voice from behind him. Roy turned around and found Fuery standing there with an envelope in his hands.
“Yes, Master Sergeant?” It was less of a question than a statement. He tried not to look as half-conscious and worried as he felt right then. Fuery handed the note to him, he took it, there was some required saluting, and he was alone again. Finally.
He examined the envelope in his hands. It had the Fuhrer’s personal seal on it. Must be important. He tore it open absentmindedly and read it silently.
The Fuhrer wanted to see him.
Well, no choice but to go, so he started walking in what he figured was the general direction of the Fuhrer.
He didn’t have time for this; he had more important work to do than shovel sand in the middle of a desert.
But, there was the Fuhrer standing in front of him, above him, his face glowing with a false smile. More required saluting.
“Colonel Mustang, I have an important mission for you and your men.”
Well, that was unexpected. He wondered just how “important” it would turn out to be.
“I need you to find and arrest Edward Elric by any means necessary.”
“May I ask why, sir?”
“I have reason to believe that he was, or knows the whereabouts of the cause of today’s destruction.”
“What about Scar, sir?”
“The Ishbalan fugitive was shot down before the explosion. Therefore, he could not have caused it.” Said he Fuhrer simply but forcefully. “I assume that you know where the Elrics might run to?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll gather my men and leave right away, sir.” He turned and left the makeshift office.
Resembool. They had family there. It was their home. That’s where they would head for.