Well, even though I haven't even really gotten started on my Outlaw Star fic yet, here's a Fire Emblem attempt as it's a little bit easier for me to work with. There's 2 OC's, one is Mark, the tactician, and the other will come in a little later. Mostly gonna be a chapter equals a mission type of updating, so here's hopin' that works. In-depth pairings will be Mark(OC)/Nils, don't give me that scathing look, OC/Serra, again, just back off, Raven/Lucius, Kent/Lyn, Eliwood/Ninian, Hector/Florina, and maybe some others. Still there but not all that detailed are Matthew/Guy, Dart/Farina, Erk/Priscilla, and, ya know what? Forget it. I'll list others as they come to me.

As a small warning, I'll be taking some really big liberties and will most likely screw with parts in the game. If this offends, not sure why it would, then sorry. But for the most part, if you've played Blazing Sword, then you've got most of it down.

Chapter 1: A Girl From The Plains

Wherever he was, Mark knew it was hopefully much better than where he'd been. After all, being chased by a large number of bandits, while being poisoned, was not one of the best situations he'd been in.

'Well, at least there weren't any mages amongst them,' Mark mentally sighed, 'that would have made the situation much more difficult.'

Mark looked around to check out his surroundings. He appeared to be in some type of hut; most likely some generous Sacaen had taken pity on him and rescued him from dying on the plains. They'd been kind enough to bandage his wounds and let him rest on their bed. He stood up and stretched his muscles, noting that his left leg was still a bit sore.

'Eh, a little better than Bern at least,' Mark noted, 'those zealous bastards would have probably left me there to rot.'

"Oh! You're awake!" a girl's voice proclaimed from behind him, quickly causing Mark to turn around, surprised at the silent entry.

The girl was young, perhaps of fifteen years, and had her dark green hair in a high ponytail to her waist. She was dressed in a light-blue Sacaen robe and held a bowl of water in her hands.

As Mark studied the girl, so did she study him. Her guest had dark brown hair, the tips of which were a darker color that covered his intriguing grey-green eyes. His face was sharp and she admitted to herself that he was, in a way, handsome. His body, as she had noticed while bandaging him, was thin, though it held some muscle in it.

"I found you unconscious on the plains," The girl explained after a moment of mutual silence. "I am Lyn of the Lorca tribe. You're safe now."

Mark nodded, but kept silent, still gauging whether or not she'd be much of a threat. He took notice of her sword kept sheathed near her hip.

'Hm, without my equipment, she might give me some trouble,' Mark mused. 'However, she looks like a nice enough girl, just a bit curious, that's all.'

Lyn looked slightly unnerved by his silence. "Um, who are you? Can you remember your name?"

Mark smirked slightly and replied, "My name is Mark, and I thank you for rescuing me, Lyn of the Lorca."

She smiled at his thanks and giggled a bit. "Your name is Mark? What an odd-sounding name."

Mark shrugged, "Different names from different lands all sound a bit odd to others."

Lyn looked appalled at herself, "Oh! Pay me no mind, it is a good name!"

Mark smirked again, "Relax, I've taken no offense. By the way, have you seen my equipment?"

Lyn pointed over to a small table where his cloak and books laid. He walked over to the table and retrieved his possessions. He put on his cloak and placed the three books in the assorted pockets in the cloak. For some reason, he seemed troubled.

"Lyn," Mark asked, "Were these the only books you found?"

She nodded, "Yes, those three were the only ones still intact. All the others I saw were nothing but ashes."

Mark sighed, 'Damn, there were some really good spells in those books. Oh Fenrir, I'll miss you so.'

"Were those books of great importance to you?" Lyn asked.

Mark shrugged, "Eh, not really. They were just some really good spell books, that's all."

"You're able to do magic? Like make balls of fire and summon lightning?"

Mark was taken aback by her sudden interest. "Yes, Light, Anima and Elder magic. I'm somewhat talented in each of them."

"Ah, magic has always been fascinating to me," Lyn explained, before her eyes took on another curious gleam. "I can tell by your attire that you're a traveler, correct?"

Mark nodded and she continued, "Then what brings you to the plains of Sacae? Are you willing to share your story with me?"

Mark grew nervous, and was about to politely refuse her when a loud clamor interrupted him. 'Good, perhaps now I'll not have to tell her of my pursuers.'

Lyn looked up at the noise, "Hm? What was that noise? Mark, I'll go see what happened, you wait here for me."

Mark watched as Lyn raced out of the hut. For some strange reason, he had an ill feeling about that noise. Moments later Lyn returned, looking nervous and slightly afraid.

"Oh no! Mark, its bandits! They must have come down from the Bern Mountains." She looked about and grabbed a spare vulnerary from a hanging pouch before turning back to him.

"They must be planning to raid the villages! I-I have to stop them." She was about to race out to stop the bandits when an iron grip on her arm stopped her. She turned to look at Mark.

"As payback for rescuing me, I'd like to assist you," Mark said, pulling out his Fire tome. "I'm a tactician as well as a magic user."

Lyn beamed happily at him, "My thanks, Mark. Now let's go!"

She sped outside and into a small grove of trees nearby, Mark close behind her. A single bandit was patrolling about a small distance away.

"Alright Lyn, he's got an axe, so your nimbler sword will be useful here. Now, we could try and deal with him out in the open, but I believe that this small grove will prove useful," Mark muttered softly into Lyn's ear.

"That seems wise, but how will we get him here?" Lyn asked.

"Leave that to me, Lyn," Mark replied, "Leave that to me."

"Bah," the bandit spat distastefully at the ground, "Batta's too nervous. Makin' me go on a patrol to check for resistance." The bandit continued to grumble before a man's voice reached his ears.

"Ah-aahhh! A bandit, noo!"

The bandit turned to see a thin man in a green cloak staring horrified at him. He grinned as he noticed the rather full looking pouch on the man's belt. The bandit snickered as he watched the man flee into a grove of trees before following him, mentally drooling at the money he'd soon have.

He reached the grove and called out in his rough and harsh voice, "A'ight ya little rat! Show yerself and gimme all yer money and maybe I'll let ya live."

So entrenched in his own greed, the bandit never noticed the shadow creeping behind him until it was too late.

"Arrghh!" The bandit roared in pain as the sword pierced his chest.

Luckily for him, and not so fortunate for Lyn, the stab had missed his heart. However, it was still a direct blow, one that definitely hurt and would hamper his ability to attack her.

The bandit growled and lunged for Lyn, axe held high for a vicious downwards blow. Lyn dodged to the left and struck his arm as he flew past. The bandit landed, but before he could attempt another attack, he was temporarily blinded by a bright light surrounding him.

"Now," Mark's voice commanded to Lyn, "Would be a good time to attack."

Lyn complied and quickly smote the bandit with a strong slash through his neck. She wiped her blade clean with a rag then turned to find Mark. She found him leaning against a nearby tree, a white-colored book in his hands.

Curious, she asked him, "Did you do that light thing with your magic?"

Mark nodded, "Yes, it was a simple matter of summoning the basic Light spell, but not including the intent of harm."

Lyn nodded, and the two continued to the final bandit, who stood guard in front of another hut. He was huge, a heavily-muscled blonde man wielding a jagged rough axe. The bandit noticed them nearing him and readied himself for battle.

'Nothing like some good intimidation to start the battle,' the bandit mused, before roaring at Lyn and Mark, "You two runts think you can match the might of Batta the Beast?!"

Neither looked too impressed and the girl leapt at him, sword drawn. He stepped to the side and sent a harsh side blow at Lyn. Lyn ducked and attempted to stab Batta, but he followed his blow's direction and slammed the axe to the ground, trying to crush her. Lyn yelped and leapt to the side, but was caught by Batta's other fist ramming into her stomach. She collapsed to the ground and Batta raised his axe again, fully intending to cleave her in half when something stopped him.

'I-I know this girl!' Batta froze, as memories of before he was a bandit, back when he guarded caravans through Sacae, flooded through him.

Pictures of the past assaulted his mind; That little girl with her nomad father, both happily walking through the marketplace of Bulgar. His own little sister, then still alive, dancing in a field of flowers, crying out his name in joy as she saw him. The little nomad girl, smiling innocently at him when he had found her lost and returned her to her father. His own sister lying bloodied and raped and dead in front of him after he returned to their house after a mission. That little, innocent Sacaen girl, lying helplessly before him. The one who had done him no harm, no wrongs.

Batta's arms sagged, his axe falling from his fingers onto the ground before him. Lyn, seeing a weakness in the bandit before her, lunged forward and stabbed Batta in the heart. She quickly pulled the blade out as he fell back, and returned to Mark.

"I did it!" Lyn cried happily, congratulating herself for eradicating those horrid bandits.

"Yes, you did," Mark agreed, looking strangely somber. "Why not go and check if the owners of that hut are alright?"

Lyn agreed and rushed inside the hut, leaving Mark alone to approach Batta's body.

"You hesitated." Mark stated, gazing somewhat sadly at Batta.

"Aye," Batta wearily agreed, "I knew the girl from before I turned to this life."

"And this prompted you to halt your attack?"

"Aye," Batta coughed up some blood before continuing, "She's just an innocent little girl. So innocent…" Batta trailed off, losing himself in the pain of his wounds, physical and emotional.

"So…noble," Mark mused, "You truly were wasted on this lifestyle, Batta." Mark watched Batta for a few more moments before gathering some Elder magic in his hand. He placed his hand over Batta's face and let the magic sweep over the bandit's body.

"Rest Batta," Mark murmured kindly, "Rest, and know that she's waiting for you. Waiting for her big brother."

As the magic faded, Mark stood up and sighed. Then, he slowly walked into the hut to join Lyn, leaving Batta's body to lie there. And, as the Elder magic slowly deteriorated the dead bandit's body, the sun too was removed by the night sky. And so, Batta the Beast, Batta the guard, and Batta the big brother, died peacefully, smiling to the stars.

The next morning, Mark found himself all ready to leave, only waiting for Lyn to show up for his goodbye. What he did not expect was her rather unusual question.

"What did you say?" Mark asked, though he was sure he knew already.

"I asked you to take me with you on your travels." Lyn replied.

"What about your family? Won't they be saddened by your leaving?" Mark asked, mentally sweating. 'Damn girl! I'm currently being hunted by those who'd easily cut you to shreds. You can't join me!'

Lyn's faced dropped and her eyes moistened with tears. "My family, and the Lorca tribe died a few months ago. There's only a handful of us left, and there is no way they'd follow a little girl like me. Bandits assaulted us in a moment of weakness and…" She faltered, bowing her head as so to hide her tears.

Mark sighed and placed an arm around Lyn. "You may cry freely Lyn. It is not weakness to show sorrow. Cry, and let your anguish free."

Lyn clung to him a few moments, letting all her sadness and pain out, before drying her eyes. "Thank you, Mark. I am…better now. No more tears."

"Mark," she begged, determination and desperation shining in her eyes, "Please take me with you. I want-no I need to become stronger so to avenge my people."

Mark stared at her a few moments before sighing, "Fine, you may join me. However, know that if you travel with me, you may be putting your life in danger."

Lyn, however, was ecstatic despite the warning, "Truly? Oh thank you Mark! Thank you! I promise to work hard to make you proud. You shall be my Master Tactician, and I, your peerless warrior!"

Lyn raced about her hut, gathering the necessary items she'd need for the journey, leaving Mark to ponder to himself.

'Alright then, Fate. Lead me and this girl on, but do be kind. As Batta said, she's just an innocent little girl.'