This is a fan-fic I made a while back. It's based on Fullmetal Alchemist and Star Trek The Next Generation's Chain of Command Pts 1-2. Please comment, I would really appreciate knowing that people are reading this. Without further ado, so let it begin!

Part 1

Mustang: I, Lt. Hawkeye, and Major Armstrong have been reassigned.

Havoc: Hmmmm?

Mustang: Yes. It is a highly secret mission for the military…

(Long pause)

Falman: …And?

Mustang: I'm afraid that's all I can tell you.

Breda: (Snorts) C'mon, Colonel…

Fuery: Yeah. If you couldn't trust us, we wouldn't be here.

Mustang: (Annoyed) That's true, but-

The four: Pleeeeeease?

Mustang: NO! (Stands)

(Mustang moves to door, then turns)

Mustang: Oh, and, by the way; Frank Archer will be in temporary command while I'm gone. I expect you to treat him…. properly.

(Mustang leaves)

(The four exchange glances)

Black Hayate: (Whimper)

Hawkeye: Colonel, I think we've been through this earthquake simulation enough, now.

Mustang: Yes, you're probably right. Perhaps we should repeat the falling ro-

Armstrong: I have a feeling that the Lt. means that we have trained enough for today.

Hawkeye: We have no idea what we'll be facing in there. We don't even have schematics of the area.

Armstrong: The best thing for us right now would be a good night's sleep.

Mustang: (Sigh) Very well.

Archer: I was looking forward to commanding this post… (Walks in)

(The four jump to attention)

Archer: I heard from Colonel Mustang that you were some of the finest officers in the military. I'd like to change the way some things are run around here.

The four: Yes, sir!

Archer: At ease. Now first, this office is useless. How do you expect to do things around here with only four people? I will have to talk to the Fuhrer immediately. Get this place cleaned up now. Work overtime if you have to. (Prepares to leave) Oh, and… (turns) Get that mutt out of the office. I don't want dog hair in here. (leaves)

The four: (Shocked)

Breda: He can't just have us change our whole setup!

Fuery: Yeah, and what about Black Hayate?

Havoc: I can always…

Others: (Scowl)

(Mustang's office. Different officers mill about with papers)

Fuery: We've got to tell the Colonel about this. Archer's completely changed the way everything works here, and is massing more troops around Central.

Falman: I'm sure the Colonel can do something if we tell him.

(Fuery, Breda and Falman stare pointedly at Havoc)

Havoc: (Annoyed) Fine, I'll talk with him…

(Mess hall)

Mustang: (Drowsily sips tea)

Havoc: (Approaches) Hey, Roy! I wanted to ask you about something…

Mustang: (Yawn) I haven't worked this hard since… oh, forget it. Yes, what is it, Havoc?

Havoc: (Considerate) No, it's nothing, really…

Mustang: (Snore)

Breda: Sir, I've been meaning to talk to you…

Archer: About the change in command. I've noticed some…. complications…

Breda: It's been a bit difficult adjusting…. (Mutters) As if that's our fault…

Archer: I don't have time to baby-sit the soldiers at Eastern Headquarters. There are new uprisings, and I intend to be ready for them. Oh, and… (pause) When you're on duty, wear you're uniform properly.

Breda: (annoyed) Yes, sir.

(Private military train)

(Mustang, Hawkeye and Armstrong sit in one compartment)

Hawkeye: So can you tell us what our mission is now, sir?

Mustang: Yes. I'm sorry I wasn't able to inform you earlier, but I couldn't risk a leak in information. Anyway, our mission is to infiltrate a high-security Ishballan base, where they are believed to be researching military applications for the Philosopher's Stone.

Armstrong and Hawkeye: (Gasp)

Mustang: Needless to say, if they obtain this technology it could lead to the death of thousands. We are to go in and find out if they really are developing a Philosopher's Stones. If they are, we destroy the research.

Hawkeye and Armstrong: Yes, sir!

(Cave-like entryway)

Mustang: We're in.

(Various scenes of climbing through cave-like underground. Cliffs, tunnels, that sort of thing. Sparse conversation)

(Soon they arrive at a door in the rock face)

Mustang: Here we are. There will probably be Ishballans in here, so be ready.

(Mustang flames down door and the three enter the room)

Armstrong: There's… no one here. No evidence of alchemic research…

Hawkeye: A trap! Get down!

(Sounds of bullets being shot. Ishballans emerge from the shadows)

(Mustang is separated from the others during the battle)

(Backup door begins to lower)

Armstrong: The door! (Runs to the door and manages to hold it up with obvious effort) Sirs! We have to retreat!

Hawkeye: Come on, Colonel! (Runs out through door)

Armstrong: (Grunt) I can't hold it much longer!

Mustang: (Starts to door)

(Gun shot)

Armstrong: Agh! (Collapses back and out of room)

(Door slams shut)

Ishballan: Get your hands up.

Mustang: (Puts hands up)

(Sound of approaching footsteps)

Hawkeye: We have to go.

Armstrong: The Colonel…

Hawkeye: There's no time. We have to inform the military of this.

(They move out)

(Mustang is roughly shoved into a large, dark room by two Ishballan guards. A figure stands toward the back of the room. The darkness makes him too hard to see.)

Mustang: (To self) Where am I…?

Shadowed Figure (SF): Colonel Roy Mustang, the Flame Alchemist. Was in the Ishbal Rebellion, where he assisted in the escape of Dr. Tim Marcoh. Now serves in the military's Eastern Headquarters. His favorite food is… (pause) Gracia's apple pies.

Mustang: (Scared, angry) Who are you? Why did you bring me here? (Twitch) You're voice… It sounds…

SF: I am to be your questioner. You will either give me the answers I need… or die.

SO ENDS PART 1