Hey there. So this is my first attempt at an au, I was looking for a Fma one that was futuristic but when I didn't find one I got straight to work on this little beauty. Let me know what you think, I'm personally pretty proud. Please note this will not retell the Fma story futuristically. There will be alterations in romance, allegiances, goals etc. just to keep it fresh, unpredictable and enjoyable
Warnings- This isn't rated M for anything outright sexual, it may be implied though. This fic also contains harsh language, violence and themes.
Disclaimer- I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Roy stared distractedly into his now empty cup, his leather boot clad feet resting carelessly on the controls covering the large surface before him. With a shallow sigh, he kicked his heel into the panel, causing a little microphone to raise from the board.
"Hawkeye to the bridge." He half murmured into it, a calloused hand running down his smooth, pale cheek as he dropped the grey cup by his feet carelessly.
Not a moment later, the shining, silver door behind him popped open with a smooth scrape.
"Captain." The women whom entered stood beside him, saluting. Her blue uniform sitting crisply on her shoulders as opposed to his undone jacket and wrinkled pants.
He gave her a half smirk. "Guide us to the second system, could you?"
With a dutiful nod, she took the surprisingly comfortable, steel co-pilot chair before pressing a small green button that rose the shutters covering the near 360 degree view of outer space. She took a moment to gawk at the view she could never tire from, the soft, almost silver, stars flaring starkly against the deep black void of space. After a moment she pulled the microphone her way before barking a warning into it.
"Prepare yourselves, the Inferno is about to begin travel."
Satisfied as the speakers on the controls buzzed to life with confirmation, Hawkeye pulled a cold metal lever down, triggering the ignition as the whole ship hummed to life.
Thankful for her help, Roy buttoned up his coat before pulling a keyboard from the many panels covering the control desk. He began furiously typing.
"What's the occasion, Sir?" She jested lightly, pushing the microphone down and pointing to his less-tragic looking uniform.
He rewarded her with a half chuckle as he pulled a screen down from the roof above him. "Have to report to High Captain Bradley." He did his best not to spit the name.
"He's been keeping sharp eyes on you, Captain." She blindly gestured to his raven black hair, eyes still locked before her as she steered the large vessel through the darkness.
"Hm." He smoothed it out with his fingers before he shook his head bitterly, trying to gain a connection as he pressed various buttons on the controls. "So it seems. Damn it, the connection is faulty."
"You must have steered us into an asteroid again, the communication tower was probably hit."
"Very funny." He regarded her with a dark look before pulling the microphone back again. "Falman, check the communications tower."
The speaker crackled to life as a 'yes, captain' came through.
"Entering the eighth system, sir." Hawkeye commended, distracted as she pushed and pulled things on the panel. Eyes carefully scanning the terrain before her.
"Falman here." The speakers crackled again. "No internal damage, yet it seems we've had some external problems up here."
Roy shook his head in irritation. "Can we repair it on the go?"
"No sir, Fuery and I can probably fix it if we dock. Less than an hour, easy." He replied.
Hawkeye tugged her her blonde hair absentmindedly. "Drachma is close, sir. We still hold a, given shaky, treaty with them."
"Very well." He growled before talking into the speaker. "Docking in Drachma, all crew prepare to repair the communications tower as soon as we arrive."
As they drew closer to the cold looking planet, the white daunting when placed upon the black of space, a speaker buzzed as a voice carrying a heavy accent spoke.
"You're entering Drachma airspace, turn away or state your name and purpose. We do not hesitate to fire." He spoke stoically.
Roy met the challenge with his own authoritative, monotone voice. "Captain Roy Mustang of the Amerstrian military. We require at least an hour dock to repair our ship, nothing more."
A moment later the man spoke again, voiced laced with distain. "Very well, we will not offer our docks yet you are permitted to land in the Redlands."
Cringing in hatred for the Redlands, Roy responded kindly. "Thank you Sir."
"Redlands." Hawkeye bitterly murmured at the thought of the icy, near deadly tundra know as the Redlands, named for the amount of blood from travellers that had been spilled over the years in the dangerous area.
Soon enough Riza had expertly landed the craft in the snowy, icy wasteland.
"Bay doors opening now." She spoke into the microphone as she flicked a switch. "Repair the tower."
Content, Riza rose from her place before walking over to the door. "I'm getting my coat and scouting the perimeter, sir."
"Very well." He gave a nod before standing himself, leaning back to pop the kinks from his twisted back.
Once Riza had found her coat, she proceeded into the nearly blinding storm. A headset firmly strapped to her head where the crew barked annoyed orders at each other.
"Fuery, it goes there!"
"What no!"
"He's right, Vato. It's actually-"
"No, look see! It doesn't fit."
"Idiots, bottom left!"
"Who asked you!"
"Yeah, shut it Havoc."
"Don't tell me to shut it you dumbass!"
Sick of the ramblings, Riza yelled furiously into the headset. "Stop acting like children!"
"Yes, Captain." They chorused.
She smirked at her nickname. Although Roy was the rightful captain, he insisted they call Riza captain too as she would always hold command behind him and he could trust her to do so in any situation.
Suddenly something red caught her eye. Tilting her head she saw it again. On the ground she noted a puddle of what looked like blood, stark against the pure snow.
Curiously, she proceeded to the red only to find a body beside it.
A young man-basically a kid-with long, golden hair sat unconscious. His black top barely rising and falling with his short breaths.
Then she caught sight of another body, one with smooth, but ridged looking grey skin. Almost like a suit of armour.
Both lay in the snow, barely alive.
Riza's next order was unexpected.
"Havoc, Breda. Get here, now."
"Ed!" She whispered. "I love you."
He looked up to the women with flowing brown hair hopefully. "Love you too, Mama.."
"Yes.." Suddenly she screamed shrilly, falling to the ground in a heap of charred flesh.
She smelt of blood, mucus and burning rubber.