The old sailor's adage puts it this way: treat your ship well, and she'll take care of you. Of course, everyone knows they're just referring to basic reactor maintenance, equipment checks, and keeping the fuel injectors clear. Everyone knows that thinking the ship is actually alive is crazy. Right? Well, a certain Charon-class frigate and friends have something to say about that.

*Teleports behind you* Pssh, nothing personnel, kid.

It's okay, I didn't want a deathless run anyway. No, no, really, go ahead. I'll just bend over here and wait... (FE: Heroes Saltfic)

The Abyssals. Well, they came from the ultimate abyss, the void of space. What else would we have called them? They were the Covenant all over again, unstoppable, burning planets in their path. All fell before them. There was no hope. Until one day, they came. "UNSC FFG-201 Forward Unto Dawn, reporting for action." Lets hope we can train them all.

The Gulf of Aden. Shanghai. Port Moresby. Panama. First LA. First San Fran. Tokyo. The Thames Massacre. The world's navies, the most powerful expression of maritime combat power ever assembled in the history of the Earth, powerless. Missiles, bombs, shells, might as well have been nerf darts. We were all looking toward the future - perhaps the past still had something to teach us.

We'll meet again.

Riza Hawkeye learned alchemy from her father. However, she kept it concealed in order to be able to assist Roy Mustang in his dream of becoming Fuhrer. But now she, the Colonel, and the Elric brothers have been swept up in a plot to bring down Amestris. When you have no weapons left, you use what you have available. Even if it destroys everything you have worked for. AU-ish. Royai

"Have you ever seen a child's face at the moment of death?" He couldn't reply, what with the pistol in his face. "I have." She pulled back the hammer. The report in his hand fluttered to the ground. At the top: "Riza Hawkeye: Wanted Dead Or Alive." AU Divergence.

Life in the trenches is hard. Artillery, food shortages, you name it. They could at least send some coffee. Yeah, no.

Home from the Aerugan front, Riza is recovering from injuries and needs something to do. Luckily for her, she's good at keeping people in line and the training center just happens to have a job. "Get up, or you're all running!" One-shot.

He was fuhrer. Then the gunshot rang out. That wasn't supposed to happen. Royai, deathfic, oneshot