Sorry for the late update, had a busy week. Hope you enjoy the update anyway :)
I don't own FMA!
Roy sighed as he surveyed the trade post. Busy Amestrians ran back and forth carrying large packages and clipboards. Riza walked up beside him.
"Looks fine, Sir. The man in charge informed me that they had lost their connection as the post was hit by heavy asteroids." She informed him.
He gave a groan. "Waste of time. Okay, let's get back then, I want to be home as soon as possible. Those dunces should have repaired those pathetic boosters by now, especially with a new core."
"I'd like to hope so sir." She shook her head. "I'll go check on them."
Suddenly a loud, shuttering bang sounded around the platform as the Amestrians around the pair began to scatter and scream like ants, things in their arms forgotten on the ground.
"What the hell!" Roy spat, gaining his baring as the trade post began to shake violently. "Shit, Hawkeye!"
"Sir." She nodded as she ran forward quickly, avoiding the masses of people congregating on the main platform. With a leap, she shed her jacket and took hold of a large steel crane hook connected to the clunky crane control box by a strong, thick wire. She stood firmly on the hook as if rocked calmly beneath her, before surveying the area with sharp eyes. Over the far end of the area she noted a huge, hastily black painted, ship.
Scarcely noting the destruction it had already caused with huge, barrel-like cannons, Riza swung from her perch before sprinting to meet Roy.
"Pirates." She informed him, barely out of breath as she loaded two hand guns. "I couldn't confirm a flag."
"Hm." He pulled a small circular device from his pocket before pressing a button on it. "Men, arm yourselves and meet myself and Hawkeye on the post, bring my weapon too. We've got a problem."
Roy stuffed it back into his pocket before pulling his own jacket off, claiming-like Riza-that it hindered his movement.
"Sir." Breda, holding a huge blaster, placed a fair sized gun in Roy's waiting hand.
He smirked, holding it comfortably in his grip before pulling off the safety.
Havoc, Fuery and Falman flanked him moments later. Each armed and waiting.
"Fuery, Breda and Falman defend the Amestrians. Hawkeye and Havoc, we're gonna take out their captan." Roy concluded.
"Not much of a plan." Havoc said, shrugging as he click off his own safety.
"Not much time to strategise." Roy claimed back, looking hastily to the masses of people quaking in fear near by. "Go."
"Sir." The three boys nodded, moving to surround the people and call out words of calming.
The remaining three ran to greet the ship that was now flying low over the clear blue dome made to hold in the oxygen.
"If they break that dome, we're fucked!" Havoc yelled above he commotion, noticing that the cannons were now aimed at it.
Hawkeye nodded, watching as a hatch opened below the ship as three men dressed in suits of black lowered down through the dome that, unless set otherwise, would only allow living organisms to push though. As the three dropped down a mere fifty metres before them, she took aim.
"Spread out!" Mustang ordered as his two subordinates moved to his left and right.
Riza's gun let out a shuttering bang as she pulled the trigger, her bullet planting itself firmly into one of the figures thighs. They fell with a bloodcurdling shout.
More pirates descended from the ship as Riza and Havoc took out the other two.
Another exposition sounded as the whole trade post began to shake.
"Damn it." Mustang cursed, pulling his weapon up as four of the Pirates ran forward, shouting in anger.
Riza noticed in horror that they all seemed to only want to touch her captain, she gunned another down.
Mustang shook his head before pulling the trigger, a strong trail of flame coming from the nozzle as it licked and burned the attackers who began to shout and drop. Their flesh burning quickly.
"They want you, sir!" Hovoc yelled, catching on.
After the burning bodies before him started to stop writhing and screaming shrilly in pain and agony, Mustang nodded. "I'll go on board, you two keep them back."
Riza nodded, biting back her vomit as the all too familiar smell of burning bodies and death thickened in the air.
She threw him a large, fish bowl like helmet, she stole from one of the Pirates that would save him enough air to get on board.. She hoped.
Mustang smirked at her as he pulled a hook from his side and threw it up towards the ship. The strong magnetic pull of it attaching too the side of the ship, slowly it pulled him up towards it.
Once he could swing into the hatch, Roy looked back to his team fighting the remaining pirates with an appreciative smile before finally swinging in. Passing the airlock, he pulled off the helmet and let it fall with a thud. It was dead silent inside the destroyed, dim interior. Apprehensive, Roy slowly began to scout the obliterated ship for anything. Even the bridge was empty. Shaking off the unsure chill moving up his spine, he continued his search until he came to the ships kitchen.
In the centre of the room a bolding, burly man with tattoos running up and down his strong, bare arms sat tied up on the floor. He looked up in fear then suddenly relief as he saw Roy.
Confused and concerned, Mustang pulled the tape from the man's mouth.
"Thank Christ." He whispered in hushed voice, wriggling in his "I thought you might be that freak."
Mustang looked at him in contemplation before suddenly gasping. "You're Space Pirate Oak aren't you? Wanted in 4 systems."
"Yeah." He nodded glaring in anger. "Now untie me damn it!"
"Was it mutiny?" Roy asked, ignoring his demand.
"No! Of course not! We were boarded by some skinny little bastard who commanded my crew! He gut my first mate right before me when I refused." He cringed, continuing his recount. "Made me fly us out to this trade post, I told him the military was here, but he said that was the plan."
Roy rubbed his head in confusion, before looking behind him as a loud metal echo sounded throughout the ship.
Pulling a communicator from his pocket, Roy spoke into it. "Hawkeye."
"Threat neutralised, Sir." Her voice crackled back through. "Have you apprehended the captain?"
"No, someone did it for me." He tired to keep the uneasiness from his voice. "I'll fly the ship around and into the docking bay where I'll fill you in."
"Very well, I'll open the bay doors." She claimed before the connection crackled to a halt.
"Oak, you're under arrest." Mustang claimed walking back through the ships deteriorating inside. Then he heard a chilling, dry laugh.
Spinning on his heel, Roy brandished his gun only to catch a glimpse of someone running down a hall.
Purple eyes.
Fearful, but more so angry, Roy gave chase, following the still cackling figure down hall after hall until his foot caught on a collapsed beam and he fell onto his stomach with a groan, he head slamming onto the metal ground with a sickening crack. The figure laughed again, disappearing down another hall until the heavy slap of their bare feet on the ground faded out. Roy closed his eyes as his vision became black.
Green hair.
What felt like minutes later, Roy screamed, sitting up in his.. Bed?
By the door, Fuery looked up fearfully. "Captain."
"What happened?" He demanded, rubbing the bandage on his throbbing head with tentative fingers.
"When Hawkeye didn't hear from you, havoc and her went up only to find the captain tied up and you unconscious." He informed him.
Roy shook his head. "Was there anyone else on board!"
"No." Fuery confidently exclaimed. "No one."
He groaned, dropping back down onto his bed.
"The captain did speak of an invader taking over his crew though. They apparently had green hair." Fuery laughed as if it were funny. "He must have been inebriated."
"No." Roy bit, sitting up again. "I saw them!"
Fuery glared at him as if he were slowly loosing his sanity. Roy thought he might as well be.
"Forget it, get Hawkeye for me."
Fuery nodded, disappearing out of the room before returning with Riza who glared at him worriedly. "You feeling better, captain?"
"Fine." He nodded, deftly putting his shirt back on. "Can we Jump yet?"
Riza looked behind her. "Breda should have finished it by now, I'll check."
Soon enough, after confirming they could Jump Space again, Riza walked back into the room Havoc had the boys. All three lay strewn across the room, surprisingly asleep. They were so hyper and full of questions when they bought their captain back wounded. She let herself smile before whispering something to Havoc who stirred at her feet. "Can you get some blankets?"
He gave her a dutiful nod before stretching and proceeding out of the room.
Riza sighed, looking to the pair sadly.
The blonde, Edward, looked so peaceful as he slept. As if the hatred he seemed to harbour had drained away. Leaving behind the innocent, hurt kid he was.
She had always wanted kids, but could never find the time to settle down and have a family. Ever since she pledged her services and life to Roy, he was like her family and she would follow him anywhere. Unfortunately this left her with no spare time, except for those odd days they returned from a job and Roy would go drinking with his best friend, Maes. She would visit her parents graves on those days, falling asleep between them as the evening wore on.
Roy always found her and carried her home.
With a soft smile and touched Ed's cold cheek. She could wait for Roy to reach his goal before family, surely.
"Captain."
Riza spun on her heel to see Havoc holding two large blankets. She smiled, taking them from him before draping them carefully over the pair. "Keep watch over them, Havoc. It won't be much longer."
As she walked out, she didn't miss his defeated groan.
Walking down more halls of steel, she came to the bridge where Roy sat, looking at a screen in distress. "Damn it damn it damn it!"
Fuery sat nearby, furiously typing something into a keyboard. Sweat beading on his young face.
"Sir what's wrong?" She took her usual seat beside him. "You shouldn't be up!"
"The ship rejected that shitty core they gave us." He growled, ignoring her anger. "We need to code it in or some bullshit, right?"
Fuery nodded, not wanting to spite him. "give or take, sir."
Suddenly Roy gave a whoop, smirking. "I got it, Fuery?"
"Yep it's stopping the shutdown." He sighed in relief. "Hawkeye, you taking control."
She nodded, moving to strap herself in as she pressed multiple buttons on the desktop. The intercom crackled as she spoke into it. "Preparing to Jump Space. Everyone to the bridge."
Not a moment later Breda ran into the room, a sandwich in his hand. He was closely followed by Falman and then finally Havoc and the boys who looked half asleep.
"Everyone buckle up, this ship hasn't Jumped Space in awhile." Roy ordered them, doing the same as he flicked a switch. "She might fall apart on us."
Without questioning him, everyone took a seat and pulled the leather straps around their middles.
Suddenly they felt as though someone was gripping at their insides as the view before them contorted into a blur of silver and black.
The only sounds in the room the soft hum of the ship and the erratic gasps of Al.
Ed felt as though he was about to loose his lunch, which was a shame because he ate a lot. Yet as he felt the gripping pull on his body fade, he swallowed it back.
Then he noticed the large, blue planet of Amestris in the centre. Small dots of silver, presumably ships, flanking it defensively.
"Here we go." Roy murmured, hand on his bandage again as he attempted to ignore the still prominent, stabbing pain. "Take us in, Hawkeye."
"Sir." She nodded, pulling down a large lever before taking the controls in her rough hands.
"Are we heading to Resembool?" Al asked hopefully, unstrapping himself.
"Well, it would seem awfully strange if we took our ship over the East with no explanation before capital." Riza shook her head, looking to Roy.
"I know this doesn't appeal but I have a plan to get these two where they've got to go." He informed her unhappily. "We get one week till our next mission, what if we ride down to Resembool with these two? We can ensure they get off scotch free and look for that women."
She looked up in thought slightly, before focusing back on pulling the metal vessel closer too their planet. "What's our next mission?"
"As far as I know we'll be scouting around the Sixth System with Olivier's crew." He informed her, before groaning. "That women hates me, too."
"Not too much of a stressful one, at least." She mused. "Alright, Resembool it is."
"I'll order our tickets as soon as we get back. How would you say we should hide the kids?"
"Sir, personal luggage." Fuery broke from his conversation with Havoc. "Edward and Alphonse might fit."
"What so you're calling me small!" Ed suddenly snapped, his face flushing red with anger.
"No no." He backed away, scared.
Roy shook his head. "Edward, want me to throw you out the airlock? I know you'd fit."
"Fuck you." He spat back, Roy only smirked cockily.
Al nudged his brother in the ribs, making Ed wince as elbow spikes jabbed into his flesh. "Ed! Language!"
"All of you shut it." Riza ordered. "So captain. Luggage then?"
"Sure, Havoc, Breda and Falman, take these morons down to the storage and stuff em in our biggest bags. Though you won't need one too big for short stuff over here." He pointed to a furious Ed with a smirk. "List them as my luggage and have them sent to my vehicle as soon as we land. Me and Hawkeye'll be off as soon as possible."
"Yes, Captain." Falman and Breda chorused as Havoc sat reluctantly behind them.
"Come on, Cap, I've been around them for the past eight hours or some crap!" He finally complained.
Roy sighed. "After this you won't see them again, make the most of their company. Fuery, let them know we're pulling in."