I don't own Full Metal Alchemist and I know that I tampered with the facts to make this story work better. I would like to say that this is my first time writing so please be kind on reviews. I would also like to say thanks for everyone who helped me think of this… you should know who you are.

P.S don't steal my OC okay and Ed will appear later in the story… I hope you enjoy this story. If you think I need to edit more next time please tell me?

Chapter 1: The Midnight meeting

Basic plot: Within the organization of State Alchemists there is a group who act as judges, who keep the peace during times of war. Recently the oldest judge, out of the 20, Christopher Heron died at the age of 85, the cause of death is still being questioned. This is where our story begins….

"Hughes, Hughes?" a man in a blue uniform whispered in the dark library of the 1st central precinct. He slowly pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and twisted the paper between his index and forefinger. He slowly put on a pair of white gloves with strange markings inscribed within the fabric. He placed the cigarette in one hand and made a fast and precise snap from the other. Suddenly, from the glove it sent a stream of fire and casually the man placed the cigarette in front of it. Then the fire disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

The man slowly inhaled the cigarette and exhaled sending out white jets of smoke from his mouth. He was about to take another puff, but then he realized that he wasn't alone and he said in a cool, calm voice, "What took you so long?"

A man in a similar blue uniform stepped out of the shadows, holding out a folder. His face was clear and defined with untamed black hair; he stepped forward, with a smile and a handshake. The other man stepped out of the shadows, with a cigarette in hand. His hair was drooped down and his stern black eyes seemed like blocks of ice. Even as he shook Hughes's hand, he kept his cold stare.

Hughes handed him a file and said, "Why I am late is that I had to do some research for you. Heron's body may still be warm, but that doesn't mean people are already trying to get his position. Lucky for you they have decided that each sector will be able to choose one candidate and then, they will chose which, ever one they like the best to become the next judge. I thought you would be happy? If your person is chosen then you will defiantly get some support and maybe climb a couple runs in your latter of success. Roy come on…what did you expect that they would just hand you the badge and say here you go? There is too much corruption in the military right now and you know it. They want someone new and smart, who can rival any alchemist as well as any judge."

Roy Mustang opened the file and said, "These are all the potential candidates for the Eastern quadrant. I see there are some marched… are they your suggestions?" Roy took a glance at Hughes face and saw that he gave a finite node, "well then, I guess I should start my to packing. I mean to get to sector B-75 is relatively a very long travel. Thank you, Maes. I know your suggestion is a good choice. I also have heard of him. The rumors say that he is the son of Buddha, but I doubt that could be true, but if he is as fair and as good of alchemist as they say, then I guess I should check him out."

Hughes gave Roy a stern look, "You know how long it has been since we have gotten together outside of work? I mean it has been ages since you have seen Melinda (not actual name). I mean soon she will be having the baby, so you better come by soon. Bye the way I would suggest that you keep who you are choosing very low key, there are rumors that Heron was killed, of course these were all rumors." Hughes lowered his head and stared at Roy, as he said, "Be careful. I mean come on; anyone would love to have one of his or her own operatives as a judge. Think of all the sway you would have. That is why I am telling you this once and only once… the top brass want someone that is completely off the radar the farther the better." With a nod Maes Hughes gave his friend a strong handshake and said, "Good luck and be careful… remember to come by soon". Then he was gone.

Roy Mustang, commander of the east quadrant, was left alone in the first library at central. His cigarette was almost burnt out. He stood in the library waiting for the light of his cigarette to extinguish. He sighed and said, "Well, well who would ever expect that I would soon have such a great power at my disposal, the 20th judge. Well, well Kiyu Techama I have great plans for you."

As Roy Mustang said his final words, his cigarette made its final puff and broke down into nothing but smoke and a small butt. As the smoke danced around the room, as if it was a graceful dancer, the light switch was to off. Roy soon left the library, with the files under his arm. As he threw his cigarette butt away, he looked at the glowing moon. His eyes were still that cold glare as he thought to himself, 'I better get moving, this Kiyu Techama better be worth my effort.' As he thought about this, he started to march back to his quarters where hopefully a nice hot meal would be waiting for him. His face changed to a smile as he walked down the dark alleys of Central.

I should be able get the next chapter up soon. Peace out!