Hello all! I'm sorry I'm sooo late in updating! School is out to get me, and I thought year ten was supposed to be a good year! I'm dying under a mountain of homework which collapsed on top of me. Hellllp...

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Pairings: As I said before, Ed/Win. As well as Anakin/Padmé. I don't know yet, but mayhap Al will find a special someone...

Warnings: Spoilers for the series up until episode twenty four. Things may change, as I'm rewatching the series at the moment. In fact, to be on the safe side, spoilers for throughout the series!

Disclaimer: I don't own neither FMA nor Star Wars. I'd be very, very rich if I did.

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The Jedi Alchemist

Chapter 3- The Two Alchemists and Two Jedi

A holocamera in the conference room showed only a thick, green cloud. Nute Gunray, Neimoidian viceroy of the Trade Federation, studied the picture carefully. They must be dead by now, he thought with satisfaction. He switched to a view of the hallway outside the conference room, where a crowd of battle droids were, awaiting orders.

"Go in and blast what's left of them," he ordered, and the blast door on the room slammed open.

Edward felt as if his eyes were about to explode. Seriously, a minute and a half was waaay too long for one to hold their breath. The two older guys seemed to fine, and of course Al was, seeing as he didn't exactly need to breathe, but Ed was struggling.

I need air, he thought desperately, fighting the urge to take a second breath. Damn gas...

The blast doors slammed open and the lack of oxygen that was making him hallucinate weird colours dissipated as he took a deep breath as soon as possible. Gasping, he slumped against his brother, who was currently hopping from foot to foot worriedly.

"Brother, are you okay?" Al asked.

Any reply he could have made was cut off.

"-blast what's left of them," the brothers and the Jedi heard. The older man pulled a small silver cylinder from his belt while the younger did the same. Ed and Al stared in amazement when a few seconds later glowing rods of light extended from one end of the cylinders one blue, one green.

"What the hell is tha-" Ed yelped as the two jumped forward with superhuman speed and started hacking at something beyond the doors. Something that sounded startlingly like a rain of bullets erupted and red beams of light shot in all directions.

Ed and Al stared dumbstruck as the scene slowly came into view as the gas dispersed. The two men were fighting these strange skeletal looking robots, robots that shot red light beams out of guns strapped to their arms. That is, both were dumbstruck until a stray bolt flew low at Ed and as he ducked, it burnt off his antenna.

"Ah!" Al squealed. "What is that?!"

"It was a Federation battle droid," the younger of the pair of... not-quite aliens replied. He indicated a mess of melted and diced bits of one of the robots.

"No, the red things!" Al squealed a second time.

"Uh..." The younger shot a confused look at his friend. "A blaster bolt..."

"I believe we should save this conversation for later," the older of the men said when Ed and Al stared (can armours even stare?) incredulously for the third time in minutes. Both him and his friend headed out into the smoke-filled hallway.

"It looks like it's safe," the younger man said and beckoned to the brothers. Both him and the older man still had their glowing tubes of light held up.

"I think introductions are in order, while we aren't in any danger. I'm Qui Gon Jinn, and this is my apprentice, Obi Wan Kenobi," the old man told Ed and Al. Obi Wan nodded to the two.

Ed just glared. Al sighed. "My name is Alphonse, and Ed here is my older brother," Al told Qui Gon.

"It's nice to have met you, even under such circumstances," Qui Gon told Al. Obi Wan, however, burst out,

"Older brother?!"

Al managed to look confused. "Yes..."

Qui Gon quickly and silently made his way to the bridge, just up the hallway, and where he was sure the viceroy was hiding. The blast doors, much like the ones on the conference room door, slammed shut in response to his approach. He sighed and sank his green lightsaber into the metal. the aliens knew that nothing could keep out a Jedi...

"What in the world is that?" Edward yelped, dropping his grumpy façade and staring openly at the lightsaber. Surely if there had been such a thing on Amestris he would have studied it, used it, pulled it to pieces and put it back together again (much like Winry would have, he thought sadly). But no, this was entirely off planet; off galaxy, even.

"It's a lightsaber, a weapon used only by Jedi Knights," Obi Wan informed him.

"What's a Jedi Knight then?"

Obi Wan just looked at him. "Surely you've heard of us."

"Can't say I have."

"Where have you been all your life?"

"Certainly not here!" Ed retorted.

"Um, mister Obi Wan, what are those?" Al asked, still fretting, as he pointed at two approaching robot things that looked somewhat similar to portable rolling... dentist chairs?

"Destroyers!" Obi Wan alerted Qui Gon, who promptly yanked his glowing 'lightsaber' from the half-melted blast door and stood ready to attack.

After a few minutes of trading red glowing things- blaster bolts Ed reminded himself- Qui Gon ordered,

"It's a standoff. Let's go." He motioned for Ed and Al to follow and took off at quite a fast pace. Ed shrugged and followed. Follow or die; it wasn't like they had a choice.

It would have been easier to get to the hangar bay without the two boys following. Sure, Edward could have easily fit in the service vent, but his 'younger brother' had a quite a large body, and was unable to even fit his shoulder in, let alone his whole bulk.

However, with a bit of chopping and dicing of yet more droids, the two Jedi and brothers were able to make it. Now for getting on one of the transports...

Obi Wan was stumped. Qui Gon was stumped. Edward was stumped... well, who wouldn't be? Dying, Gate and different galaxy all in the space of about an hour. Al was just... fretting.

"I have it," Obi Wan said after a couple minutes of puzzling and worrying about getting found.

"Alphonse, follow me," he ordered and stood up. Al made to follow, but Ed held him back, and growled at Obi Wan.

"Where are you taking him?"

Qui Gon put a hand on the blond's arm. "Your brother will be fine. We'll meet down on the planet. Trust me."

"Why should I?" Edward snarled. Qui Gon sighed. A little Force suggestion never hurt anybody...

"Your brother will be fine," he told Edward, waving his hand a little.

Ed blinked at him. Then glared. "Stop trying to mess with my head!"

Qui Gon was taken aback.

"Brother, it'll be okay. It'll only take a few minutes to get down there," Al assured him.

Ed nodded slowly. "Fine... but if anything happens to Al, both of you are dead," he informed the Jedi. Qui Gon frowned. The shorty was serious...

"Follow me, Alphonse, and act as menacing as possible," Obi Wan told the suit of armour.

"No problem," Al replied and chuckled nervously. The Jedi and armour headed out to the front of one of the cargo ships. Obi Wan made a beeline for the officer-droid in charge of overseeing cargo.

Qui Gon whispered quickly to Ed, "Let's go. And be as quiet as humanly possible. We can't afford to be seen."

The two Jedi and two alchemists stowed away on the ships of the Trade Federation.

Eirtaé pulled Winry gently to her feet. "I have someone, your highness."

"Bring them to me."

Winry was pushed in front of the girl, who held the gun to her back. Winry took the opportunity to hide her wrench in her pocket... who knew when it would come in handy?

As she was placed in front of 'her highness', Winry looked up to see a girl not much younger than her, with the same build, only with dark brown hair.

"What is your name?" her highness's words were kind, as if she could tell Winry was half scared out of her wits.

"Winr- uh, Winter, your highness." Perhaps it was better not to tell true names.

"What are you doing in my throne room at the time of invasion, Winter?"

"I-I don't know. I was in the military headquarters of Central with Riza... she told me my... brothers were dead. Then I uh... f-faded and woke up here." Truth is good. Except for the 'brothers' bit...

Another girl spoke up from behind her highness; she was getting her face powdered and painted on, exactly the same as her highness's face paint. "Don't trust her, Padmé. She may be a spy for the viceroy."

"I shall make that decision, Sabé, not you," 'Padmé' snapped. "Tell me, Winter, do you know what planet this is."

"Earth? Only I'm not sure of the country..." Winry looked even more confused when Padmé shook her head.

"You are on the planet of Naboo."

Winry's eyes held only confusion. Complete and utter confusion.

"Saché, retrieve a battle dress for Winter. I believe I may have a new handmaiden."

"Your highness, you are being unreasonable!" Sabé interrupted. "You are trusting this girl for no good reason!"

"Sabé, save it! I have a feeling we can trust her. Perhaps after this is over we can send her to the Jedi. Master Yoda will know what to do with her." The Jedi master knew almost everything about 'supernatural' matters, and could probably help 'Winter', who didn't seem to know what galaxy she was in. And a pretty teenager like her would be a snack for the underdogs of the galaxy no matter where she went.

Eirtaé released Winry and returned to her post, smiling slightly. Padmé could be so soft-hearted sometimes; the handmaiden only hoped it wouldn't be her downfall.

A small hologram of Gunray appeared on the small disk lying flat in the commander battle droid's hand apparatus.

"There are no traces of the Jedi. They may have gotten on one of your landing craft," the slimy alien informed the robot.

"If they are down here, sir, we'll find them," the droid told its master and closed off the holo.

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Also; in the next chapter, Jar-Jar comes in. And I really want to kill him off. But, some people I know like him, so I'll let you guys decide! Shall Jar Jar live to work in the Senate, or perish awfully?