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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST:
THE UNKNOWABLE TRANSMUTATION
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PROLOGUE:
A PALLID COLD
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Author's Notes: I dedicate the first story of mine that I have Submitted to a Fanfiction archive, or put up myself, anywhere Online in many years; from its first incomplete draft begun in 2015, to what will hopefully be its final draft, begun today, on March 3, 2021; to the now Account-Deleted Mirriem, one of the truest friends who a person could hope to have, whose friendship and writing are among the largest reasons I'm the person and the writer who I am today.
At the time of this Update to the beginning of this story, nothing but the Prologue and Chapter One of Book One of this story has fully been edited, and I don't know how near or far in the future that will change.
The old Chapter One has been split into more than one Chapter; so the rest of the old, still unedited, Chapter One has now been moved to Chapter Two.
I might or might not Post new edits, or new Chapters after I'm done with them, or both; at 12:00 AM Midnight on a Saturday night, in honor of when FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: BROTHERHOOD aired on Cartoon Network in 2010 and 2011.
As a warning to anyone reading this, there are a number of story elements in the not fully edited portions of this Fanfiction that contradict the canon story elements of FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST: THE SACRED STAR OF MILOS.
I'm sorry for the inconsistencies in this tale.
A gunshot resounded with a sharp crack.
Fiery anguish ripped up Isaac McDougal's left leg.
He staggered, suppressing a pained and furious curse. Even with his years of experience moving quickly across ice and keeping his balance while he did, he was nearly unable to keep himself from slipping on the transmuted bridge of ice he was running across.
Clenching his teeth against the agony, Isaac once more transmuted the ice bridge behind him with the imperfect Philosopher's Stone inside his stomach. Its rear area grew while entwined in currents of coursing crimson energies outwards and upward into a wall of ice, removing him from the line of sight of Mustang and the soldiers with him.
Isaac partially staggered, partially ran the rest of the way across the ice bridge, silently kicking himself very hard for how stupid he'd been.
With the exception of the soldiers stationed at the borders, result of Amestris' history of belligerence, the majority of the Amestrian military lacked the proper training and experience to battle effectively in defensive combat. And the troops stationed at Central, who had seen little, if any, military action since they'd enlisted, were among the best examples of Amestrian soldiers whose skill suffered from this weakness.
As a result, Isaac hadn't believed any of the soldiers who had discovered him along with Mustang had possessed the initiative to open fire on him unless directly ordered to.
He'd underestimated Central's soldiers.
Apparently not that much, as a soldier stationed on the Aerugoian or Cretan fronts, or along the Drachman border, would have successfully shot him in the head and murdered him; but that didn't change that he'd underestimated them.
Isaac suppressed his fury and frustration, however.
He refused to sink the level of the national military, and its hypocritical fixation on glory and status, and its image and dignity in the eyes of other countries and the public.
He reached the roof of the business on the opposite side of the ice bridge and jumped off it, ignoring the pain lancing further flames of silver up his leg and applying his Stone to transmute in additional red lights.
He reconstructed the portion of the bridge meeting this roof into a wall of ice surrounding its back edge, and two side edges, while sending the rest of the bridge collapsing as ice pieces between the two buildings and leaving the first ice wall up on the nearest edge of the first roof.
That should keep any independent minded Central soldiers from firing on him again.
And hopefully anyone else from catching up with him for a brief period of time.
Now that the Freezer Alchemist was shielded by the second wall of ice, he sat down carefully, ignoring further agony, and pulled up his left uniform leg.
He felt his injury with his military and Xingese alkahestry medical learning while looking down at it.
From the amount of blood flowing from it, and the pain tearing out of it while he felt along it, the bullet appeared to have passed clean through the back of his leg, the muscle beneath, and its back, and out the front.
Good.
The former State Alchemist pressed the transmutation circle on the palm of his left hand to the injury, and harnessed his knowledge of the medical facets of alkahestry to close his wound in crackling blue white and stanch the flow of blood.
It wasn't nearly enough to treat an injury this severe, but it would have to do for the time being.
Isaac rose to his feet and walked unsteadily in the direction of the metal stairwell to his right as fast as he could without aggravating his injury and opening it anew.
The wound would slow him down a little, if he continued at this pace, but he could afford to waste a small amount of time.
He'd prefer not to; and he couldn't delay that long, as he was being hunted; but there was slightly less reason for him to hurry now.
The Xingese citywide transmutation circle was complete.
All that he needed to do was activate it, and then the Fϋhrer and the other depraved and appalling b-stards in High Command who had exploited the people of Amestris since the government had established itself would be dealt a blow they'd never recover from.
And the people inside Amestris would be saved from the destiny the government had determined for them when they'd founded the nation, and it would never again cause another Ishval, in Liore or Briggs where it was currently putting means in place, or anywhere else.
Isaac would finally be able to justify drawing another breath.
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Begin
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BOOK ONE: SCIENCE OF THE STATE MILITARY
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"A Judge Magister there was… Two years past, he took the Midlight Shard and used it not knowing what he did… and Nabudis was blown away. Cid ordered this of him to learn the nethicite's true power. That man swore never to let such terrible power be used again. He forsook his judicer's plate, and his name."-Judge Magister Zecht 'Reddas'
FINAL FANTASY XII