BGBasque Grand
The Sage's Stone, the Celestial Stone, the Great Elixir, the Red Teacher, the next element; did you really think a substance of so many names would be just limited to a stone?
Brigadier Basque? Well, you really wormed your way up.
BGBasque Grand
You're damn right, Crystal Alchemist, and now you'll turn the Philosopher's Stone and all your research over to me.
The Philosopher's Stone? That thing?
BGBasque Grand
An expiremental leap at best, a roulette at worst. You never know when it's going to reach its limit and backfire. an unstable defected product different from the true stone but during the rebellion, it did augment our abilities and make us tremendously powerful
You're saying the military not only searched for the stone, but in the past, has worked to develope it.
Nevermind that it isnt perfect. It was made by human hands and it works. That proves that the concept is possible the Philospher's Stone isn't a myth. Where are the design specs?
BGBasque Grand
And what do you intend to do with it when you see it increase your metaling, Fullmetal? This research is top secret and falls under my jurisdiction. I can't permit you access to it. Let's go.
No! Let go of me! Please, I'm sorry I ran! Have mercy! You can't take me back. I can't go back to that place, it's too much i can't take it! The testing, the experiments, my hands are already stained please!
It's just like before (flash back to nina and tucker driving off in the military cars). Maybe I haven't grown an inch since then. But I can't let my heart stay stunted too.
Brigadier general Basque Grand iv been looking for you.
BGBasque Grand
You're timings too bad just when I got my hand on this.
Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric. You won't escape either.
He knows my name too? What the heck's going on here? What have I done to make enemies? Okay, bad question but not bad enough to kill me over.
AArmstrong
I heard you on my way in here. You say you're an agent of God. Well... then why don't you try passing judgment on me? That's Alex Louis Armstrong, the StrongArm Alchemist!
What a righteous day this is turning into! That you would come here and save me the tribulations of finding you! Blessed God, full of grace...
MAMajor Armstrong
Don't pray just yet, you're facing the technique that's been passed down the Armstrong line for generations, that's hardly a blessing!
A unique combination of Alchemy and physical power... God help me
You see? I came out fine as ever.
(Sighs) You know, maybe it’d do you some good to get your hand slapped every once in a while.
Don’t blame me, that guy’s a wall… I can’t figure him out… (Al’s scream is heard; Roy and Hawkeye look towards the break room)
AArmstrong
Creation follows destruction! I’ll fix him up nice and pretty!
Bonding a soul to steel is no walk in the park, Fullmetal’s the only one that can fix Al now, go ahead ask him.
That’s right, it’s my burden… But before I do anything I have to get my other arm back…
Well, that is an interesting fix, isn’t it? I mean, if the great Edward can’t use his alchemy…
He’s just a useless teen with a grumpy-ass-attitude.
Anyway… I’ll have to take some leave now… I'm going back to my mechanic. You know the one, don’t you?
Sure, Ed, how can I forget? I saw you at her house, unconscious, with that same stump of an arm you have now, bawling in your sleep, "It hurts! I'm going to pee my pants!" So tough.
So where you going to go once you’re fixed?
Central… I’ve got something to look up in the library there…
That’s a heck of a trip you’ll need some protection. I would volunteer but… Well, since the Führer going straight to Central and I’m part of his escort, I can’t go.
They just put me back in charge here; I’ve got to look after this place.
And I’ve got to look after the Colonel.
You could send me, but I don’t know how much help I’d be up against a fanatical alchemist serial killer.
BFBreda, Falman, and Furey
(Ad-lib they agree with Havoc)
AArmstrong
That settles it, send me! I’ll protect the boys on their journey for repairs and investigation!
Really, Ed, what do you plan to do if Scar shows up while you’re missing that arm?
Can’t fight; can’t exactly carry your hobbled brother to safety either.
AArmstrong
Children should listen to adults!
Ah! You can’t call us children! Al, why don’t you stick up for us here!?!
That is the first time I've been treated like a kid since I became a suit of armor!! Thank you!
AArmstrong
The train leaves soon Edward Elric… We’d better go pack our bags.
Uh… This is the first time I've been treated like luggage!
(Cramped by Armstrong) Spacious…
(Knocks and salutes Edward)
KKid
Newspaper? I’ve got tea, too!
(Motions for the kid to leave him alone) Hey, I've got a message from Roy.
He said, "Don't die under my command; you're enough of a pain without the paperwork." And that was it.
Tell him, "Fine, there's no way I'm dying before you do, you morally bankrupt Colonel with a God complex."… And tell him to take this gorilla escort here off my hands too.
Alright, easy. (Edward looks away) Look, Ed. I don’t know what Marcoh said to upset you, but I found some info you might find helpful. About three years ago we found the remains of a girl, who’d been turned into a chimera, I’m sure you remember.
The way she was torn apart… Turns out it’s identical to the way Scar’s been killing people.
(Gasps) Thanks, Hughes. That does help; now I can take him on.
It' so big… Alright, I'm going home…
Are you out of your frickin' mind?! You've hit the mother load with this one, Havoc! You just have to convince her to marry you and you're set for life!
You'll fly up the ranks in no time!
Marry her? But I don't even know her yet…
Well according to Major Armstrong, she's every bit as beautiful as the Major himself.
You mean she looks just like the Major? (Imagines Armstrong in a blonde wig and sundress) GET YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF ME GUYS, I'M GOING HOME!
AArmstrong
AH! WELCOME TO OUR HOME LIEUTENANT HAVOC!
Bye! Don't blow it! (speedily drives off)
AMr. Armstrong
For the past 180 some odd years, the house of Armstrong as played a vital role in the nations finance and political military circles. Generation after generation, we've supplied the country with countless Generals, why! I, myself was a general back in the day when that meant something! Of course, we didn't have motorcars….
AArmstrong
Oh! Father's stories always touch me in a profound way!
AMrs. Armstrong
Oh my! Tell me he's not boring our poor guest with old war stories!
AArmstrong
Oh! Hello mother!
Mother? That's a relief… The mother looks pretty normal… SHE'S A FREAKING GIANT!! THAT'S NOT NORMAL! THAT'S NOT NORMAL AT ALL!!! Think about it rationally. Havoc. If the father is large horizontally, and the mother's large vertically, then it only makes sense, for the son to look something like… This… So the daughter must look something like...! No, that's not how it works. Some traits are more dominant, so there is the possibility when you cross A with B, it could resemble A more.
AArmstrong
Here she comes, lieutenant! My baby sister!
AMrs. Armstrong
Come now, Catherine, don't be bashful. You know it’s not an attractive quality.
Moment of truth! Does she look like her dad, or her mom? Either way she's a monster, but if she's got to be a potato or a tomato, then please let her be a tomato!
I haven't heard anything form Kimblee yet, or your camera's for that matter.
They are under the Fuehrer's command, I don't know why their would be a problem.
Well obviously there is. If there is not a problem, then why aren't they back yet? How long does it take to find a kid's corpse? Have Scar and Kimblee killed each other in battle, or is the Crimson Alchemist out just having too much fun? There is no time for this.
So this is you little command center, huh? Cozy.
I would have known you were coming, I would have cleaned up.
You, hands up. What is that thing?
There is no need to be cruel.
Lieutenant! Clam down. He is no threat.
AArmstrong
No, just a pity. His name is Shou Tucker, called the Sewing-Life Alchemsit, back when he was a huamn.
Hello, Major. I take it you had a sudden change of heart and won't be helping me now.
AArmstrong
I've never been on your side Archer. I've only been playing the part. I had to get to the bottom of the corruption plaguing our military. Sometimes you have to play with vermin to sniff out a rat.
You're naive if you think you think you can have a useful military without a little corruption. Tucker!
What are you hoping to accomplish with this circus act?
A decade ago, you annihilated Ishbal, and came back a hero of the state. No I have Lior. It is my turn for fame.
TTerrorist
Hey, you in the armor and shorty! [Ed twitches angrily] Who gave you permission to chat!? Just shut up and fork over the valuables!
T2Terrorist 2
This is perfect! Okay, you, take the goods from the muscle man and the armor, and get your butt over here, shorty!
[cringes as his eyes slit black; veins pulsing all over his face] Who are you calling shorty!?
TTerrorist
Heh- You, of course! Who the heck else is there? You shorty!
[charges ragingly as he claps, transmuting his automail into a hammer] YOU CALLING ME THE GUINNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS' KIND OF SHORTY!? [slugs the first terrorist out of the train, sending him flying off into the distance]
AArmstrong
Impressive, Edward Elric!
T2Terrorist 2
That alchemist...!