Okay so a LOT of you are thinking Dalka's in trouble well she's not it's Mustang who's pissed of Sou. So stop asking if she's in trouble!!! Sorry, sorry, I've got a English paper due in the morning and I'm nervous about it. I suck at Cause and Effect papers!!!! curses her self in German If any of you ever have to go through college make sure you take some intro to writing tutoring classes, and listen to the teacher. I didn't and now I'm paying for it.

Anyway time to turn into a nice person now. Let's pick up where we left off, oh and I get to introduce the new insult lackie this chapter! So I'll tell you when...

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Two hours later, I'd been staring at the back of the tent in a daze, my fingers dancing on my lap. Havoc and Sou had started remising about something, I don't remember what. The corporal stuck his head into the tent, "Sir, We just got the phone lines back. I've already got someone ringing up East."

"Good," Sou stood, "If the both of you will remain here, I'm going to talk to your superior." He left swiftly. But came back half an hour later pissed off, "That god Damn, Sorry excuse for an Ass wipe!!" He Cursed.

I smiled sweetly, "I'm guessing the Ass wipe told you, you're stuck with me."

"ROB!!" The corporal came scurrying into the tent. Sou barked several orders, "Get one of the girls over here, can't have you sleeping with the one I had picked." He looked at me blushing and turned back to the corporal, "Also get Genz in here," He looked at me, "How much training have you had kid?"

I blinked, he'd been speaking so quickly I'd almost missed his question, "I didn't go through boot camp if that's what you mean…" I said, then added, "Sir." The Captain blinked at me, I tried not to let my shoulders sag too noticeably, "I mean basic training, Sir."

Sou sighed, "Get Jacob too …" He looked over my shoulder, "Well get moving!"

"Well ah sir…" The corporal said slowly, "Lieutenant Genz is out following Anderson, because of that big explosion, he reported in. He hasn't come back yet…And Sergeant Major Douglas is asleep… You know how he is if you wake him up…"

Sou glared, "Then get one of his bunk mates to wake him up…" He growled, "I want that Lazy Bum in here five minutes ago." The short Corporal scurried off as Sou yelled, 'five minutes ago', I struggled to keep my face strait. Sou shot a look at Havoc, "So if she's the Alchemist, Who the hell are you?" For a man I pegged as being the grandfather type, Sou sure did swear a lot. Of course, I had started it…

Havoc's heels clicked together, "Second Lieutenant Jean Havoc, Sir. I'm just here to deliver your alchemist," He pulled out some papers and put them on the desk. "So if you'll just sign these I'd like to start heading back to East City…"

"Hold it right there, Son." Sou held up one of his hands in a stop gesture, "You work for Mustang?"

Havoc nodded.

"Then you're not going any where, not until I've Figured out what to do with this child." Sou pointed at me but kept his eyes on Havoc, seeming to dare the lieutenant to challenge him.

But Havoc, being the good little soldier he was, just nodded, saluted, and backed off.

Sou watched Him silently for several moments, then leaned back, watching me. I stood easy, waiting for what ever was coming. It took him a few minutes, but finally it came out, "You have the body of a fighter, how is it you didn't go through basic training?"

I shrugged, "I became a state Alchemist last week, I've only known about Alchemy for the past month." Sou raised his eyebrow and Havoc coughed, "I came from a small town. The Elders didn't let any alchemist stay in the town for very long, they preferred more 'natural' sciences… Physics… Chemistry… My own father considered Alchemy to be a demonic science… Which is why my grandfather never told anyone about his Alchemic abilities…" I pursed my lips like it was a taboo topic.

"Uh hu…" The captain raised his other eyebrow, and then lowered them both. "Can you fight?"

"Well… Havoc beat me, but I've stood my ground against people of my own… size, I suppose you could say…" I said rubbing the back of my neck.

"She's being modest," Havoc said, "If she hadn't broken her leg, she would have beat the crap out of Edward Elric."

I shot Havoc a look.

"Elric? The Fullmetal, Youngest, Alchemist ever?" Sou's eyebrows went up again, "He may be young, but I've heard things about him…"

I sighed, "We agreed no alchemy, and I got him angry, that's the only way I could have beat him. Afterward, he became my tutor, and mentored me through my test." I tried to explain but the captain's eyebrows just kept going up. I mentally swore, why did everyone expect so much from me?

Thankfully, a lanky man opened up the flap behind us, before Sou could ask any more questions. He yawned, rubbing one eye, and then running the same hand through his hair. "Okay, Cappy, how about you tell me why I'm up five hours after I just got back from my patrol."

I looked the man over carefully. He looked older then me, well tanned, his originally light brown hair was sun bleached a light blond color. His hair was about an inch long. It was easy to tell that it had once been in one of those bad military hair cuts. His eyes were a beautiful light color in comparison to his dark tan, a light green. He had two earrings in one ear and one in another. On his left arm there was a tattoo of the creature on the flag, over it there was a scroll shape that read, Military, and another under the creature, that said, Ace. The man was tall, lanky, but muscular. He looked like an older version of some of the teenage boy's I'd gotten use to seeing when I'd been going out with one of the football jocks. I smiled imagining the muscles on his ass, and legs, not just the ones on his chest which were mostly visible through his thin shirt. He wore half his uniform, the pants and tails of the coat, and a sleeveless shirt, that had dark blue shoulders and left the rest white. Across the shirt it read If you can read this, you're in deep SHIT

I let a giggle escape my throat at his shirt. I knew what an Ace was by military standards, but I took a guess that it was the same thing here as it was in the US military. The man's bored face turned to me, and lit up, "'ello beautiful," He grinned, what brings you to this part of the country? And in those rags… A lady, like yourself, should wear beautiful dresses, and fine jewelry." (meet the new Insult Monkey)

I couldn't help but laugh, again. He was flirting with me, in the wrong way, but it was funny how strongly he was doing so. Sou interrupted before the tanned man could let me embarrass him, "Shove it, Jacob," he warned, "That's your superior officer. Mine too, until I have a talk with someone…" His voice went dark, and Jacob shivered.

"I hate it when you talk like that, you scare Rob when you do that," Jacob grimaced. "So, the new alchemist is a girl?"

"Yes, she is," I said in an angrier voice, "And she does not like people talking about her like she's not there." I let my eyebrow twitch.

Jacob looked at me then back at Sou, "She's scarier then you, if she wants to be… And with that body… Whoa, you must kill the guys."

"Jacob, Shut it, NOW!" Sou warned him.

I looked over my shoulder at Havoc, "What is with every blond male in this country asking me out?"

"I don't think the chief asked you out," Havoc shrugged, not rising to my implication.

"He was a little young for me, and he at least knew it," I raised an. eyebrow and turned back to the Captain.

"What was that about?" Sou pointed with his pin.

I grimaced, and Havoc and I spoke in unison, "You don't want to know."

He sighed, "Fine," His attention turned back to the tanned man, "Major Hesperus, here has had no training, and you're one of the best here so I want you to be her drill instructor until she's half as good as you."

Jacob's eyes flicked over me quickly, "You've got a nice body. Dancer, Gymnast maybe. I assume you know how to use that thing," He gestured to the sword.

I nodded.

"Hands," He ordered.

I tilted my head.

"Show me your hands," I did so, "Delicate," he observed. "An artist's hands, maybe a musician… But callused, you do know how to use that metal stick. And you know hard work…" He looked me in the face, "You are a mystery, Body of a dancer, hands of a fighter, fingers of an artist, and face of and angel." He grinned at me, "You have the prettiest eyes…"

I forced a smile, "You're pitching for the minors, and I'm in the big leagues. Try again when you've come up with some better pick up lines."

Someone on the other side of the tent flap laughed and walked in, this one was a beautiful dark skinned woman. Her hair was in fine braids and pulled back over her shoulder. She wore a ready smile behind a bright set of eyes. She also looked good in the dark tank top and dark blue uniform pants. Her large breasts, held in place by a sport's bra, and her hips looked small in those baggy pants. "You know she's right," The woman smiled, "Your lines are getting a little dry. You should try getting some new ones from the corporals."

Jacob frowned, "Rob's so innocent he doesn't even know what a pick up line is."

"That might be true," The woman shrugged, "But so is the fact that your newest love is the same age as your little sister."

Jacob's jaw dropped, he turned to me, "You're only sixteen? I thought you were at least nineteen."

I raised an eyebrow, "And how old are you? Five?"

The woman laughed, and Jacob opened his mouth to say something. "Shut your yaps, all of you, before I put you on latrine digging duty." Sou glared at the three of us, "Now since the three of you seem to be getting along so well, you can bloody well shut it. Tell me Lamya, is there any way we can shift some men around to accommodate our guest," He gestured to me.

The woman scratched her head, "Not off the top of my head. Ami and I are pretty tight in as it is… Weren't you going to put the alchemist with Nat? Why is she here?"

I answered that, "I am the Alchemist."

Her eyebrow lifted, "I approve," She smiled at me, "Its about time a woman kicked some men's asses out of their desk chairs." She turned back to the captain, "We still don't have any room for another girl, not unless we get rid of one guy for another girl."

"What if I bunk with you and your friend?" I asked the woman.

She shook her head, "Our tent barely has enough room for the two of us to dress in, we couldn't fit another cot."

"I could expand your tent. I just need some material," I said with out blinking, "I could also… uhh… give you a real office." I said looking around at the office/bunk/ meeting room/dinning room/tent. It was over flowing with boxes of papers, a metal plate with the leftovers of lunch, a cot sat in one corner half hidden behind piles of papers, and there was barely enough room for all five of us to stand comfortably. Lamya had already taken a seat on the cot to make more space.

Captain Sou blinked, and then laughed, I was starting to like his laugh. "If you could do that I might enjoy having an Alchemist."

I smiled politely, "We have our uses."

Sou snorted, "I know that. I also haven't met an alchemist I trust since Mustang s…" He didn't finish that sentence. He looked away and continued with a different sentence. "All the other ones I've met have been complete ass wipes."

I covered my mouth with a hand, hiding a smile. If all the others are ass wipes, what's Mustang? My mental mouth said, luckily I kept it out of my real mouth. "I hope I don't become an 'ass wipe'," I said sweetly.

He looked at me again and laughed, "Alright, Lamya, you have the right to as much material as you need to fit one more person in your tent. Jacob, if you see Genz send him my way. Major Hesperus, You will report to Jacob tomorrow morning, to start your training. Lieutenant Genz will be acting as your guardian, 'big brothers' we like to call them. Don't be afraid of him, he's not nearly as scary as he looks. Lieutenant Havoc, I'll sign those papers now." Sir before they leave, I need to hand over your new papers and braids and rank," Havoc said before any of us could walk out. He reached into his coat and pulled out two sets of braids that looked like Hughes's and a small set of papers, "You are now officially a Lieutenant Colonel." Havoc saluted him, "Now if you could just sign these…"

"Ahh…" Jacob whined, "Now I can't call you Cappy anymore…"

Lamya led me out at that point. I didn't get to say bye to Havoc, but I knew better then to do so. If I had it would have looked like we were closer then we actually were, I though of him as a friend, maybe a close one, but nothing more. We passed the motorcycle and I stopped. I quickly transmuted the engine back to the way it had been, before jogging after Lamya. "What did you do to that thing?" She asked.

I shrugged, "Not much, I just put it back the way it was before we borrowed it."

Lamya raised an eyebrow, and shrugged, "what ever."

The tent was extremely small, maybe six by eight. A two by six feet area on either side of the tent was taken up by the two girl's cots, another two by two square taken by either girl's foot locker. I whistled, "You two really do have no room…"

Lamya shrugged, "It gets worse when Ami brings one of her boyfriends over. I normally have to leave." She sounded uncomfortable.

"Uh, huh," I let my eyebrows jump once. "What do you say to a fourteen by twelve room, for the three of us?"

"Great," Lamya said shocked, "It'll feel like a condo. How much cloth will you need for that?"

"Unofficially, another tent," I joked, "Truthfully ten by twelve piece of cloth and I can get everything else I need from the sand, and carbon in the ground." Lamya nodded and went to find what I'd need.

An hour later, The tent was twice it's original size, I'd heard Havoc start up the motorcycle and leave, and I was unpacking my thing and putting them in a foot locker I'd transmuted from iron and other cheap metals I found in the ground. Lamya had gone off after I'd finished the tent to find Ami and tell her they had a new bunk mate. My lack of army ready clothes filled up very little of my foot locker, but my jeans and several other sets of pants took up a third and my shirts, all now transmuted into tees or backless tops, took up another third. All of this still left room for me to store my boots, knives, and my personal items.

There was a 'knock' and the flap, someone called out, "Oi! Anybody home?"

"Yeah," I called back, standing and walking to the flap. I pulled it back smoothly and gracefully. A tall man stood in the way of the tent entrance. My eyes wandered from the top of his stomach, where my eyelevel was, to his face. He had a harsh face with heavy eyebrows and scars on either side of his face which ran from just under his eyes to his jaw line. His hair was fashion into a dirty blond mohawk and then trailed down his back in a braid. The cigar that smoldered in his mouth made me gag, but fit the look of his face. He had broad shoulders and a thick chest. His uniform was black were as mine was blue. My eyes fell to his left metal arm, just like Ed I thought. It was thicker, less human like, more like a tiger's claw, it even had camo like markings on it. The blood drained from my face as I took this all in, and the words popped out of my mouth before I even thought about them. "Who the Hell are you?"

The man's eyebrow raised, "Funny, that's what I was about to ask you. Where's Lam and Ami?"

I raised my chin, "Dalka, I'm Dalka Hesperus. I'll be staying with Lamya and Ami from now on."

He smiled, "Dalka Hesperus, the Angel Alchemist… Okay, I'll ask again," He loamed over me, "Where's Lamya and Ami?"

I swallow hard, "I wouldn't know. I've only been here and hour, Lamya told me she was going to find Ami, so she could introduce me. Now, why don't you introduce yourself to me."

"Lieutenant Genz," He said, leaning down closer to me, I could see his blue grey eyes from this close. "Around here, I'm the 'Metal Demon'." He growled, "Tell me little alchemist, are you afraid of me?"

I tightened my jaw, "Afraid of what?" I asked, "A big beluga, with a bad hair style, that thinks he's all that and a bucket of fries? Hell no," I said with more attitude then I needed, because I was afraid. I'd never met a man that in charge of everything around him.

"Brave, not smart but brave," He smirked at me, "Next time I ask you a question tell me the truth." He warned. He took a step into the tent and I took an involuntary step backwards. "Let's talk, little one." He placed two fingers on my shoulder and continued to force me back into the tent, until I fell into one of the cots. While I had made the tent larger, I had not made it taller. Genz had to hunch to fit in the tent. He looked around and snorted, "You've improved this place… Put down a floor too. But you still need a cot." He walked over to my new foot locker, "Neat," He commented, reaching in and thumbing through the layers of my clothes. "You might want to try layering these so you have a full set of clothes together, that way you don't have to worry about finding things each morning." He let the lid slam close.

"And who are you suppose to be that you can order me around, Lieutenant?" I turned my fear into anger, and crossed my arms. "I thought I was the superior officer."

"You may be in Central, but here, I have more sway." He smirked, "Besides, I haven't ordered anything." I glared, "I'm your Guardian, Child. Now stop glaring at me, I'm trying to offer you help."

"I don't need a 'big brother'," I pouted "I already have one."

The tall man sighed, "Well I didn't join the military to baby-sit some green horn Alchemist, But I take orders just like every one else. Now why don't we see if we can make some sort of a treaty so that neither of use kills the other first chance we get? Truce?"

"Fine," I pointed at the cigar, "I might like you more if that cancer stick wasn't lit."

"Alright, from now on I'll stand down wind of you when I smoke, Better?" He crushed the cigar in his metal hand.

"Much, Thank you," I uncrossed my arms.

"Ahh, these things are expensive anyway." He shrugged, "I needed to cut down on 'em to keep from use 'em up."

I smiled politely, "It's still better." I crossed my legs on the cot and Genz settled onto the ground. We spoke slowly to each other, coming to certain agreement, and disagreements. Sou was right, Genz was nicer then he looked, and a lot more gentle.

Lamya came back about fifteen minutes after Genz arrived. She haled a fold metal rack, another woman followed behind carrying what looked like a rolled mattress. The other woman was shorter then Lamya. She was well endowed, with a fine waist line and hips. Her hair was a beautiful golden brown pulled back into a French braid and hung over her shoulder. Her lips had a natural red color to them, and her fine blue eyes drew people's eyes to her fine cheek bones, and tanned skin. Lamya introduced her as Ami, and when I counted each of them off, Lamya told me I could call her Lam.

At dinner, my first ill looking meal since breakfast, I sat with Lam, Ami, Jacob, Genz, and Ami's current boyfriend. Turns out she goes through them as easily as Jacob goes through bad pick up lines. I was relatively popular people coming to welcome me or inspect me, I was either polite or as rude as they. I looked at the others as I picked at my less then appealing meal. Lam was a sharp witted, sharp tongued, quick with her hand guns, but nowhere near as good with a rifle. Ami while beautiful, graceful, delicate looking, was intelligent in her own way, she did not tolerate rudeness, and was extremely protective. Jacob was the butt of all jokes, and played along most of the time. He tried too hard to get girlfriends, but he never gave up. He noticed everything, his sharp eyes accounted for why he was the camp's best ace, or gunner. Finally Genz was an ogre of a man, with an ever changing temperament. He acted like he didn't give a damn but when someone raised a hand to me he was there in a minute, lifting the man off the ground, and throwing him out of the mess tent. I smiled to myself, these people I could trust. These people would stand next to me through blood and fire.

Okay I hope everyone liked that chapter, wasn't that a sweet ending? My next chapters will be a little odd compared to the others thus far. I hope Jacob's as much fun to insult as Havoc...

Once again someone, help I really, really, really need an Editor, I've got five chapters waiting to be published, but I can't publish until I'm sure most of the facts are right...

Someone who's seen or owns a copy of the entire FMA serious please be my editor... Sniffles just because I beat my other editor up all the time didn't mean I didn't need his help. thinks about that Wait a minute... I knew more about FMA then he did, the only thing he really did was fix my grammar and spelling problems... But now that I'm trying to work in more of the original story into my story, I need someone who knows what's going on in the Anime, the difference between the manga and the anime is too large for me to keep the story straight... But who ever contacts me about the editor will get the details.

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