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[Oct. 2][Fullmetal Alchemist]Winry Rock-bell, Martian Space Pilot!
Title: Winry Rock-bell, Martian Space Pilot! (Part 2 of ?)
Theme: Fortuna
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Alternate universe)
Characters: Sheska, Winry (may get shippy later), cameo by Breda
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Previous Part Here
“Ow! Hey, be careful!” Winry yelped as Sheska finished arranging the hood and veils to disguise her features.
“I’m trying,” Sheska replied. “You don’t want the customs officials to notice these robes are actually bed sheets, now do you?” She stepped back to admire her work. The robes did look like those favored by the Apollonian Mystics, white and billowy. Winry had even welded together some pretty nice ‘gold’ jewelry from her collection of spare parts – under protest, albeit.
They stepped out into the streets of Hellas Point. The locals gave them curious glances, but didn’t ask any questions. So far, so good… Sheska thought.
She looked around behind her own veils as she and Winry walked to the dock, content to play the tourist on her brief visit here. The main bottleneck was the canal boat’s departure, which left at sunset. She hoped the Ambassador would be all right for another day while they made their way back to the capital. He can’t be in too much danger, can he? Ambassador Hughes is careful. Oh, I should have tried to find someone besides the Lady Trisha to give that package to.
The two approached the port, seeing the kiosks set up for ticket sales. “There’s a guard standing next to them!” Winry whispered. “That’s unusual.”
“Do you think they saw us land?” Sheksa asked. The Wrench was hidden outside of town – Winry swore up and down that the homing remote in her pocket would reach the Wrench anywhere on Mars. She also swore that no one besides an expert Martian ranger could find it.
“Not a chance. Must be for someone else,” Winry replied.
They walked in slow, even steps, as Sheska took the money out of her pocket. She placed it on the counter, and looked up expectantly. Let the clerk think she was under a vow of silence.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’re going to have to see your passport. There’s been some attacks on Alchemists in the area, and evidence points to a Apollonian.” The clerk held up his hands apologetically, as the guard stepped over to them.
Sheska took a step back, trying to will the guard away. They hadn’t planned on showing any identification – most travelers to Mars went through customs at Deimos Station. And, anyway, she remembered what the documents should look like, but couldn’t forge the photograph with Winry’s equipment – Winry had said she could have built a camera, but not in time.
Winry quickly pantomimed writing, causing the guard to hand her a piece of paper and a pen. Sheska peered over her shoulder, translating the Martian glyphs Winry wrote: ‘We are Apollonian sisters of the Order of Saint Oranos of Puck. Our papers were stolen on the transport down. We wish to travel to Syrtis Major, where the Uranian Embassy can get us replacements.’
“Well, sister, you can just follow me down to the station, and we can contact the Embassy from there. The delay will only be a day or so – you can take tomorrow’s boat.”
Sheska leaned towards Winry. “What was that for?” she whispered, as the guard stepped away, expecting them to follow him. They were now passing by the cargo entrance of the dock, walking back towards the main city.
“I couldn’t tell him we didn’t have any papers without an excuse,” Winry hissed back. “At least now we have time while he sends a message half-way across the solar system.”
The guard stopped as his communicator sounded. He answered it. “Breda here. There’s been another death? I’m a bit busy now, at the port… Yes, I know. I’m on my way.” The guard dashed off.
“Come on, fortune favors the bold,” Winry took the opportunity to dash towards the cargo entrance, forcing Sheska to follow her. “I knew my plan would work.”
Theme: Fortuna
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Alternate universe)
Characters: Sheska, Winry (may get shippy later), cameo by Breda
Rating: PG
Author's Note: Previous Part Here
“Ow! Hey, be careful!” Winry yelped as Sheska finished arranging the hood and veils to disguise her features.
“I’m trying,” Sheska replied. “You don’t want the customs officials to notice these robes are actually bed sheets, now do you?” She stepped back to admire her work. The robes did look like those favored by the Apollonian Mystics, white and billowy. Winry had even welded together some pretty nice ‘gold’ jewelry from her collection of spare parts – under protest, albeit.
They stepped out into the streets of Hellas Point. The locals gave them curious glances, but didn’t ask any questions. So far, so good… Sheska thought.
She looked around behind her own veils as she and Winry walked to the dock, content to play the tourist on her brief visit here. The main bottleneck was the canal boat’s departure, which left at sunset. She hoped the Ambassador would be all right for another day while they made their way back to the capital. He can’t be in too much danger, can he? Ambassador Hughes is careful. Oh, I should have tried to find someone besides the Lady Trisha to give that package to.
The two approached the port, seeing the kiosks set up for ticket sales. “There’s a guard standing next to them!” Winry whispered. “That’s unusual.”
“Do you think they saw us land?” Sheksa asked. The Wrench was hidden outside of town – Winry swore up and down that the homing remote in her pocket would reach the Wrench anywhere on Mars. She also swore that no one besides an expert Martian ranger could find it.
“Not a chance. Must be for someone else,” Winry replied.
They walked in slow, even steps, as Sheska took the money out of her pocket. She placed it on the counter, and looked up expectantly. Let the clerk think she was under a vow of silence.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but we’re going to have to see your passport. There’s been some attacks on Alchemists in the area, and evidence points to a Apollonian.” The clerk held up his hands apologetically, as the guard stepped over to them.
Sheska took a step back, trying to will the guard away. They hadn’t planned on showing any identification – most travelers to Mars went through customs at Deimos Station. And, anyway, she remembered what the documents should look like, but couldn’t forge the photograph with Winry’s equipment – Winry had said she could have built a camera, but not in time.
Winry quickly pantomimed writing, causing the guard to hand her a piece of paper and a pen. Sheska peered over her shoulder, translating the Martian glyphs Winry wrote: ‘We are Apollonian sisters of the Order of Saint Oranos of Puck. Our papers were stolen on the transport down. We wish to travel to Syrtis Major, where the Uranian Embassy can get us replacements.’
“Well, sister, you can just follow me down to the station, and we can contact the Embassy from there. The delay will only be a day or so – you can take tomorrow’s boat.”
Sheska leaned towards Winry. “What was that for?” she whispered, as the guard stepped away, expecting them to follow him. They were now passing by the cargo entrance of the dock, walking back towards the main city.
“I couldn’t tell him we didn’t have any papers without an excuse,” Winry hissed back. “At least now we have time while he sends a message half-way across the solar system.”
The guard stopped as his communicator sounded. He answered it. “Breda here. There’s been another death? I’m a bit busy now, at the port… Yes, I know. I’m on my way.” The guard dashed off.
“Come on, fortune favors the bold,” Winry took the opportunity to dash towards the cargo entrance, forcing Sheska to follow her. “I knew my plan would work.”