Bullet Proof…I Wish I Was

Chapter 2. Subterranean Homesick Alien

'Cheer up Mustang, we'll all be fine,'

'I'm not so sure Armstrong, this is a war, anything can happen,'

'Sure, but you got us looking out for you,'

Armstrong and Mustang were both cooped up inside a small dingy train cart, with 5 other alchemists, Mustang was looking pale, his hands were shaking badly. One soldier, named Kevin Burgstrun tried helping.

'seriously Roy, don't worry, everyone in this room is an alchemist! We're going to be fine if we all look out for each other,'

Roy smiled, feeling slightly reassured. He looked around the train cart, looking at the different alchemists. Kevin was a short man, with glasses and brown hair and blue eyes. The man sitting next to him, Russell Keaton, was a tall man, with grey hair blue eyes, and large muscles. There was Miranda Millbanks, thin, medium sized woman, with blonde hair and green eyes. David Jacob Harvly, short fat guy with short blonde hair and blue eyes, and lastly, Jacob Fisher, a medium sized alchemist, with brown hair, and dark green eyes.

'So,' said Miranda, trying to start conversation, 'what are your alchemic abilities then? They call me the Aquatic Alchemist, can you guess why?'

'Because your completely wet?' muttered Russel. Miranda slapped him.

'Excuse my husband, he's not the world's greatest alchemist,' she said.

'Not a great alchemist? I beg to differ, I'm the Geostone Alchemist, I manipulate the rocks around me,'

'I almost do the same,' said Armstrong, 'they call me the Alex-Louis Armstrong, the Strong Arm Alchemist! All my techniques have been passed down the Armstrong line for generations!' Mustang slapped his head, 'here he goes again'

'I'm the Hurricane Alchemist,' said Jacob, 'I developed my alchemy to manipulate the wind and air, which helps in some situations,'

'I'm the Markshift Alchemist,' said Kevin, 'odd name, really, comes from my grandparents who was one of the militaries top covert snipers. I can do all sorts of alchemy really,'

'I'm the same as you then,' said David, 'Black-Star Alchemist, pretty much generic alchemy'

Everyone turned to Roy Mustang, waiting to hear his story.

'And what about you?' asked Miranda, 'what alchemy do you specialise in?' Roy smiled a bit, before starting his story.

'They call me the Flame Alchemist, I'm able to manipulate fire with the air to make explosions,'

'How do you manage that?' asked Russel, 'you're going to need a constant source of flames to manage that.' Armstrong and Mustang both laughed.

'I have these with me,' said Mustang, pulling out his gloves and putting them on, 'they're made of Ignition Cloth, when I snap, they make sparks, and after that I use my alchemy to change the oxygen density in the air, them boom!' he finished his story with a snap of his fingers. A small flame appeared in the air, hovering over his fingers. The others all clapped as Mustang put out the flame.

'Impressive!' said Miranda, 'how big can you make the explosions?' Mustang thought about it for a while,'

'Pretty big, enough to demolish a building roughly,'

There was a sudden screeching sound, as the train cart slowed down to a stop. There was a hiss of noise as everyone stood up and collected their bags. The door on the side of the train cart opened up, allowing the Alchemists to get out. They all got out of the cart, lining up. Mustang looked around, seeing all the other soldiers get out of their carts and line up. He watched as he saw Fuhrer King Bradely, being followed by Brigadier General Basque Grand, and Major General Hakuro. They then stopped, before turning and facing the army.

'Gentlemen, today, we stand, ready to fight for our country. We stand here; ready, to show our country, that we are able to defend ourselves, in the face of fear. Therefore I stand with you, willing to give my life for the protection of our people. I wish to express my thanks to each and everyone one of you, and I will assure you, we will have victory!'

He bowed as everyone clapped for him. Mustang watched as the Generals went to each collection of soldiers, including his own, and ordered them to there designated areas. His General was General Keyvantan, a well-built man, with grey hair, and blue eyes. He spoke with a husky voice.

'Soldiers and alchemists, we will be occupying the western area, it is our order to slowly push the Ishbalans out of the cities and into the open, if you go right, you will find our encampment by the hospital,'

The soldiers all got into pairs, walking to the right and along to the encampment. The alchemists followed suit, also getting into pairs. Mustang walked alongside Armstrong.

'Is it a bad time to complain about homesickness?' Mustang asked.

'I would say so, there's no turning back now,' replied Armstrong.

'Yes,' muttered Mustang to himself, 'that's what I was afraid of,'