Celestial Souls: FMA Big Bang
Artist: Squidmangoes :https://squidmangoes.tumblr.com/post/624933098448158720/heres-my-piece-for-this-years-fma-big-bang-was
Writer: Cyborgartalchemist
“We’re reaching the coordinates of the power flux, Captain.” Breda said as he pulled up the readings on the screen. Before them the black expanse of space was lit by a pulsing arc of quantum energy. The blue-white glow sparked and flashed as quantum energy held a tear in space open. A ship was about to come through, but since this was a silent uninhabited part of the galaxy they were a little wary. Very few ships traveled through this quadrant of space, only the ones without jump-gate technology. And then, only the very desperate or the very foolish.
Someone was trying to hide or sneak about. Those were the only two conclusions as to why a jump-gate had been opened to these coordinates. Which was also the reason their own ship had been close enough for proximity radar to pick up on the energy surge. Then again Phoenix had a reason to be skulking about in the dark dredges of space. A ship full of outlaw mercenaries for hire needed a place to hide from any and all authorities this galaxy and any neighboring ones might send after them.
“Let’s see what comes out. Put the shields up just in case it’s a Homunculus vessel,” Roy said as he leaned forward in his seat. “The last thing we need right now is an attack.”
“Perhaps we shouldn’t be waiting to see what comes out the other end of this jump gate?” Breda asked from his own post. The man was a brilliant tactician, but he lacked the desire to put much effort towards anything physical. And he liked the idea of fighting a TGS battlecruiser or a Homunculus warship even less.
“Either we get a jump on a Homunculus ship or we are here to help someone in need,” Roy replied.
“And if they happen to be a Terran Galactic Senate ship?” Riza asked. As first mate it was her job to keep the crew in line and their captain in check. Sometimes she worried that the injuries he had incurred in his youth had caused brain damage. Then again, it was possible none of them possessed a healthy amount of sanity and they were all collectively a bit mentally skewed. It certainly would explain how they all managed to live in such a chaotic environment.
A ship with one or two outlaw crew members was a common thing these days. A ship made up entirely of outlaws of varying degree and crime was unusual. Mainly because not a one of them would be spared if the TGS ever got their grimy hands on them. And the so-called crimes continued if only because every single action they took was illegal now that all of them had bounties on their heads. By their own design their lives were chaotic and comprised of; hiding, doing a job, and getting into and out of all manner of trouble. There were days where Riza considered going back on her word if only for the sake of a quiet week spent not worrying about her crew. And yet, she doubted if she could ever leave them all to their own devices.
“We’ll know that by their ship before they can see us,” Roy replied calmly . He exuded confidence in moments like these, though more often then not he had no clue what he was doing. When he’d been unanimously voted captain by the crew he had agreed merely out of a gratefulness for their acceptance of him. Now he saw it as his duty to lead his crew and lead them well. Even if he had no idea where he was leading them, if he kept calm and confident then they would remain calm themselves. For the most part he thought he did alright. Sure he made mistakes, and there was the incident involving Hughes, but other than that no one had died or been apprehended. He’d take his victories, small though they might be, whenever he could.
“I hope so,” Riza said quietly.
Roy sighed as he looked at the screen, he was wearing the usual which meant a standard under shirt, lunar vest, indigo slacks, and the black thermal long coat he never went anywhere without. In contrast Riza wore a bright silvery lunar jacket, black cargo pants, an embroidered blouse, and two laser pistols on her hips.
The rest of the crew looked as haphazard as their names were. The pilot Havoc seemed half dressed for a date but not quite there. He was missing a jacket and a tie, and his bangs stuck out at all angles as though he’d slept face down in his pillow and then not combed it before coming to the bridge. But his blue eyes were keen always ready for danger and action. His experience in unique situations made him a valuable member.
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