#so is winry they’re both sickening

[slushiro]

these blonde freaks got me acting irregularly. !!!!! Help!!!!!!!

[queenwinry]

Into the Galaxies-FMA Secret Santa

A very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! Specifically I’d like to dedicate this one to @avatarmerida who I got for Secret Santa this year! She mentioned liking edwin and royai as well as au’s so I decided to do one I’ve always loved the thought of but never delved deeper into: Star Wars au! It’s got a little sprinkling of both pairings as well as Ed and Roy being general idiots ;) I hope you like it!

Captain Roy Mustang, trained star wing fighter pilot, resident First Order hater, and the quintessential example of the phrase “Rebel scum” was about ready to turn over to the dark side if the little golden-haired prodigy didn’t shut up.

And he wasn’t even Force sensitive.

“What’s the matter, Captain,” said his commanding officer’s smug little pet, his arms crossed in a self-satisfied gesture that made Mustang want to find the nearest light saber and end it all. “Afraid of a teeny tiny little patrol ship? And here I thought you were General Grumman’s greatest weapon. Ohhh no, wait...that’s me.”

“Elric,” Mustang bit out, his hands fisting atop the control board inside the main command center of their remote base. “I understand that you’re the Resistance’s ‘only hope’ or whatever-”

“Do you? Because it sounds like you’re just a tad bit jealous.”

“But,” Mustang spoke through gritted teeth, having to use immense restraint to blow over that jab without a rebuttal. “You would be putting our entire group at risk by even attempting to sneak by the First Order. I hate those jackasses as much as anyone, but there are other things to think about here.”

Finally, Ed’s face hardened from genial teasing to a more serious look of anger. “I get that Captain Assface, but if you or Grumman or the entire Resistance want me to do anything we need to get to my mechanic in the Rush Valley system. We can take on the First Order’s patrol.”

Roy rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Elric, alerting them to our presence right now is not a good idea. Even if it is one tiny patrol, they’re all linked back to Father and the entire First Order. They’ll alert the top leaders and then we’ve got their whole army and a Death Star hunting down our asses.”

“They’re always hunting down our asses. Honestly, Mustang, when did you get so complacent with hiding? I figured out of everyone you’d be the one most on my side about this.”

Roy scoffed. “I am, to a certain degree. But as much as I want to torch every ship in their fleet, I understand a little thing called timing, unlike you. We need to lay low for now.”

Mustang could tell Ed was angry. No, angry wasn’t the right word. Frustrated was probably more appropriate. The elder Elric had been antsy ever since he and his brother had stumbled upon their base. It hadn’t been the Resistance leaders’ plan to host the brothers here, but in their quest across the galaxies looking for a way to restore the younger brother’s ‘soul’ to his original body (or whatever other Jedi nonsense Roy didn’t understand), they’d come upon the majority of the Rebels’ hiding spot. Grumman had been beside himself when he realized who they’d found.

Or rather, who found them.

But the headache of dealing with the stubborn Edward Elric, Force sensitive prodigy extraordinaire, was beginning to drain Mustang in a way he hadn’t ever experienced. They butted heads constantly. His weapons expert claimed it was because they were so similar (a thought Roy didn’t like entertaining for too long), but he was sure it was because the younger man didn’t like the idea of authority.

Granted, Roy had his moments when he didn’t either (a fact Grumman continuously liked to remind him of), but he knew when to shut up and accept orders that were important.

Their current tiff came about because of Ed’s recent pressing desire to see his mechanic in the Rush Valley system. He claimed it was because she was the only one who could adequately fix his busted mechanical arm (broken because of one too many unnecessary engagements with First Order patrols), but Roy knew it was because he wanted to check up on her. They’d gotten reports that the Order was intensifying its command on the area because of suspected Rebel outpockets. Ever since Ed had gotten wind of it, he’d been pleading with whoever would listen to take him to see her. They’d grown up together, so of course she was important to him, but Roy could tell by the desperation in his eyes that it went deeper than that.

Problem was, they had to get past the First Order to get to her. Ed thought it was a mere stumbling block in the road that could be easily passed. Captain Mustang knew better.

“Mustang,” Ed began after a lull in their conversation. Roy had to keep his surprise contained at the shift in tone of the younger man’s voice. He really was getting desperate, and if there was anything Captain Roy Mustang knew about, it was the gnawing panic and fear that came when someone that close to him was being threatened.

The blaster burn across his weapons expert’s back came to mind with a sickening clarity.

“I have to get to Winry. Rush Valley isn’t ready for a full blown First Order assault. They’re just engineers. If she stays there, she could be in danger.”

“Edward,” Roy spoke, reverting to the use of his first name given the gravity of their conversation. “If we go, we could all be in danger. It’s not a fun decision to make, but one mechanic doesn’t outweigh the entirety of the Resistance.”

Immediately, Ed’s golden eyes narrowed dangerously, a dark glint appearing in their swirling depths. Roy didn’t like the look of it one bit. “That mechanic is right up there with my brother as one of the most important people in my life. I already screwed things up with Al and put him in danger. I won’t do the same for Winry. If you don’t help me get to her, your little Resistance loses my help.”

And with one final glare, Ed shoved past Roy and exited the command center in an angry flurry just as Roy’s right-hand woman was entering. She watched the golden-haired blur brush past her without a word and immediately lifted an eyebrow before looking skeptically back at her commanding officer. “What was that about?” she calmly asked, noticing the tension in Roy’s shoulders and the dark look on his face.

Mustang merely shook his head at her. “That kid is too stubborn for his own good,” he spoke gravely.

A soft and knowing smile crossed Riza’s face as she walked up to where he stood, the silence of the empty command center nearly deafening. As she approached him, she placed a reassuring hand on his arm, though it did nothing to abate the thoughts passing at hyper speed through his mind. “Sounds familiar,” she quipped before leaning into his side. Roy, despite everything, couldn’t help but be grateful for the late hour that allowed her to feel relaxed enough to take such liberties.

“He’s in love with his mechanic, which means he’s not going to listen to anyone’s advice. He’d just as soon hop in an escape pod and take on the First Order’s entire star fleet himself.”

Riza smiled knowingly as her hand ran up the front of Roy’s chest, underneath his usual brown jacket. “Men do crazy things when they’re in love.”

Finally, Mustang turned his head toward her and their lips lightly brushed. He pulled back slightly with a resigned look on his face. “I’m going to have to do this, aren’t I?”

Riza couldn’t help the small laugh she let out. “Seems so, Captain.”

Roy let out a groan. “Ugh, fine. Grumman’s going to have my ass for this one,” he spoke before placing a small peck on Riza’s lips. “Alright, let’s get the Phoenix ready.” ---- Roy’s hands clutched the controls of his beloved ship as it darted through spacetime at hyper speed. The strategy he and Riza had discussed late into the previous night was to come in to the system (and specifically the planet they knew Winry was on) at hyper speed. A dangerous decision, but it was their only hope of averting attention from the First Order. They’d probably still have to deal with a patrol or two, but Ed (of course) was confident they’d manage to get through before any of the higher-ups were alerted. Captain Mustang wasn’t so sure.

“What are we even supposed to say when we get there, Brother?” Al’s distinctly mechanical voice called from the droid his soul had been attached to.

“What are you talking about, Al?” Ed spoke, lazily enjoying a game of virtual chess. He was still positively glowing from his victory over Mustang. While Roy knew the entirety of the Resistance leaders would be pissed as hell at him for going against orders the minute they saw the Phoenix making a hasty exit from the base, Ed didn’t seem to give a single shit. He had gotten his way, Mustang would get the wrap for it, and he’d be seeing Winry for the first time in forever. She’d probably smack him upside the head the minute she realized his arm was busted, but that didn’t bare thinking about at the moment.

“Well...it’s probably unlikely we won’t attract some attention. And if we just stop in for a quick visit and repair and then leave, Winry’s going to be the first one the Order goes after. We’ll have to move her or at the very least take her with us,” Al said, taking a little bit of the air out of Ed’s balloon.

“Yeah...I guess so. But there are plenty of secure places she can go. Granny’s been wanting her back on Resembool anyway and the First Order doesn’t know to find her there.”

A mechanical groan sounded. “Something tells me she’s not going to be happy about it.”

Ed sighed. “She’ll deal with it. It’s better than her being interrogated or worse by the First Order. Once we explain everything...she’ll be on board.”

“You know, Elric, I have a feeling you’re not used to involving her in your plans. That seems a little cruel, don’t you think?” Roy commented from the pilot seat. Beside him, Riza eyed her captain with a skeptical look, knowing he was delving into dangerous territory questioning Ed’s relationship like this. Roy was pissed off enough not to care.

“Shut the hell up, Captain Bastard. You don’t know anything about us.”

“I know enough to realize you’re usually keeping this ‘friend’ of yours in the dark about these things. Force sensitive Rebels are the First Order’s least favorite, believe it or not. She’s in danger from simply knowing who you are. Why not tell her the important stuff?”

Roy could practically see Ed seething from behind him, but he simply kept his eyes on the passing lights of the galaxy.

“Winry doesn’t need to be involved in what we’ve done,” Ed eventually said in a low and dark voice. “She’s safer when we don’t tell her things.”

“And yet, here you are putting her entire system on the radar of the First Order, pissing off all the Resistance leaders, and making my life miserable just to see her again. Doesn’t sound very safe to me.”

“Captain,” Riza finally admonished, knowing that he was being just a touch too real for a young man who was a touch too naive about these kinds of things.

There was silence from behind them, as Roy continued piloting his ship, waiting for Ed’s blustering rebuttal. It never came, though. Eventually, the captain sighed and spoke. “Trust me on this one, kid. You’re not doing her any favors keeping this stuff from her. If your feelings are as deep as I think they are, you’ll realize what her role is in all of this.”

Mustang waited for that one to sink in before he heard Ed abruptly rise to his feet and walk away from the cockpit of the ship, his brother following after him questioningly.

Riza heaved a sigh to match his own and shot him a reprimanding look.

“What? I’m right,” he defended.

“Maybe so, but I don’t think your approach is what he needs right now. If anything, this Winry Rockbell should be the one setting him straight about that.”

“Not like he’d listen to either of us. He does whatever the hell he wants whenever the hell he wants to do it.”

Riza scoffed. “And you say you’re nothing alike.”

Just as Roy was shooting her a disbelieving look at her slight, one of the displays went off, indicating their approach to the Rush Valley system. Roy groaned when he noticed it.

“Great, we’re almost to the hornet’s nest. Better hop into the gunner position.”

Riza calmly removed her headset and rose from the co-pilot seat at her superior’s direction, feeling just as apprehensive as he was. Still, she could never help himself from teasing him. “Yes, I suppose we might need someone who knows how to operate a blaster cannon. May the force be with you, sir,” she said with a small, almost imperceptible smirk as she descended into the gunner seat.

Roy shot her an annoyed look as she left.

“Very funny,” he mumbled to himself, having heard enough about the Force and the Jedi’s for a lifetime. If Edward Elric was anything to go off of, budding Jedi’s were the most insufferably arrogant people who tended to do whatever they hell they wanted.

Who knows? Maybe he did have a bit of Force sensitivity in him after all.

He shook away that disconcerting thought as he got to work preparing the ship to exit hyper speed. He knew they’d be coming in hot if his calculations were accurate, so he strapped himself in and asked Riza to call for the brothers to do the same. Not half a minute had passed before Ed was running back into the cockpit, strapping himself into the co-pilot seat, much to Roy’s chagrin. He didn’t have time to argue, however, as he had to immediately pull the ship out of hyper-speed.

Only to narrowly avoid slamming into a skyscraper.

“Fucking hell, Mustang, did you have to come in that low?”

Roy’s hands gripped the controls as he maneuvered the ship around the high-reaching buildings with expert skill. “Couldn’t take any chances. You want to see your girl? This is the way we’re doing it.”

Ed growled from beside him, but held on and said nothing as they flew away. It took quite a bit of twisting and turning to be able to get them out of the danger zone, but he eventually got the ship around the outside of the city they had made their approach into.

“So where are we supposed to meet this mechanic of yours?” Roy asked once the ship stabilized.

“She said she’d be-,” Ed began, but was quickly interrupted by a screeching alarm on the control panel. The pair both looked down to see what was going off.

Proximity alarm.

“We got company, Captain,” Riza called desperately from down below and Roy cursed under his breath.

“Dammit, and here I thought we’d gotten past them. Hope you’re ready for a fight, kid,” he said to Ed, gunning the engines up as two First Order fighter ships appeared on the radar from behind.

Ed scoffed. “I’m always ready for a fight.”

Roy smirked at that. “Yeah, no shit,” he spoke cheekily before quickly swiveling the ship to the side, leading the two fighters outside of the city to avoid unnecessary damage. Not that most residents of Rush Valley weren’t always itching for something to fix.

The fighters began shooting at them and Roy had to quickly dip from side to side to avoid a direct strike. The Phoenix had seen better days, so the less blaster rays to the hull, the better. He could hear Riza attempting to shoot them down as best she could, but the constant maneuvering made it difficult.

“I need a better shot on them, Captain,” she shouted, already sounding frustrated.

“I’m working on it!” he called back, sweat beading down his forward as he took the two fighters around and into a rocky canyon. The two men in the cockpit watched warily as they just managed to squeeze through the crevices provided by the towering rocks, but whatever they could fit through, the much smaller fighter ships could as well.

“Flip us around!” came Riza’s voice again.

Roy lifted an eyebrow as he raised them back up to ground level. “You sure?” he asked.

“Yeah, just do it!”

“Alright, your wish is my command, Hawkeye,” he let out slyly as he slowed the engines down and completely inverted the ship. Not anticipating the change, the two fighter ships dashed on by. Roy and Ed heard their canon go off before there was an explosion in the distance and one of the blips on the radar disappeared.

“Nice!” Ed shouted victoriously.

Roy shook his head. “Damn, I sure am lucky to have the best shot in the galaxy on my ship.”

“And don’t forget it!” she shouted and he could practically hear her smirk.

“Think you can do it again?” he challenged, watching as the remaining fighter looped around to follow after them again.

“Line me up.”

Roy did as she directed, attempting a new strategy to throw their pursuer off and get Riza in the right position to deal the final blow. They worked like clockwork, the pair of them, so it didn’t take much for Roy to pilot the ship so she could get the shot she wanted and for her to quickly take it down.

Roy righted the ship back up once she had finished her business and they dashed outside the city limits in an attempt to regroup. It didn’t seem as though the First Order had sent anyone else to get them, but Roy had to remain cautious. He doubted either of the two fighters would simply forget to alert their superiors, so laying low for now would be the easiest option. Still, there was something that didn’t feel right.

“That was surprisingly easy,” Mustang commented as he dipped into another canyon for cover.

Ed shrugged from beside him. “Well, what do you expect? Those fighter pilots are lousy shots.”

Roy mulled this over. “Yeah, but their strength comes in numbers,” he pondered. “With a ship as recognizable as mine, it’s suspicious that they only sent two guys after us.”

Ed didn’t offer up another idea, merely brushing the possibility of danger aside before telling Roy where to meet Winry. Immediately the captain questioned the safety of stopping to pick her up, but Ed only smiled slyly and reassured his companion they would be alright.

Following Ed’s directions, Roy flew them into the mountains outside the docking city, and the captain couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he was supposed to land their ship in this kind of terrain. Still Ed offered no more than a sadistically satisfied smile as they approached what looked to be nothing more than a hut at the top of a mountain. Just as Roy was about ready to strangle Ed for leading them into absolute nothingness, the mountain mysteriously began to part to reveal a completely cloaked hanger. Ed delighted a bit too much in Captain Mustang’s completely astonished expression as he carefully landed the Phoenix inside and the doors closed behind them.

The golden-haired almost-Jedi nearly burst through the exit door of the ship, his brother not far behind him. After waiting for Riza to come up from the gunner seat, they approached the Elric brothers just as Ed was enveloping a pretty blonde woman in his arms. Al wrapped his metal arms around the both of them and the trio laughed and cried at having been finally reunited.

“Oh, I can’t believe how long it’s been since I’ve seen you both. You guys keep running across the galaxy and yet you never end up in the Rush Valley system.”

Ed sheepishly let her go and rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, sorry about that. Things have been kind of crazy lately.”

At these words, Winry’s eyes immediately narrowed and she crossed her arms. “Yeah, so I’ve heard. You guys just can’t keep to yourselves, can you? Of all the enemies to have, you had to choose the First Order?”

Both Ed and Al gaped at her, floundering for words at her accusations. Mustang and Hawkeye watched on in amusement.

“H-How do you know about all that?” Ed asked, completely aghast.

“Oh please, why wouldn’t I know about all that? Did you think I would just sit here and do nothing while you guys are out getting into trouble? Please, I’ve been doing my research. And making some friends,” she spoke, a sly note to her tone. Finally, she turned toward Mustang. “Sorry about the trouble coming in, Captain. We were supposed to make it so that no one followed you, but those two fighters slipped through.”

This caught his immediate attention, as he stepped forward to address the spritely young blonde himself. “Wait, is that why there were only two of them? How did you manage that?”

“Oh, we may or may not have put up a cloaking shield around the entire city without the First Order knowing about it,” Winry replied, looking awfully proud of herself as she placed her hands casually behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels.

Roy’s mouth practically dropped to the floor. “H-how is that even possible?”

“It’s a city of engineers, Captain. We have our ways,” she answered with a small wink. “Only trouble was that we were just a touch too late. The two guys that went after you managed to slip under before we were able to finish it, but you shouldn’t have any trouble leaving provided you go straight into hyper speed. Now come on down to the base. You all must be starving.”

“B-base!?” Ed exclaimed, his eyes bugging out of his head. Roy didn’t look much different.

“Yeah, silly, the underground Rebel base that’s been operating out of Rush Valley and that I’ve been working with ever since you guys left. Honestly Ed, what did you think I was doing all this time? Patching up landspeeders every day?”

With a twinkle in her eye, the mechanic-turned-Rebel-engineer swiveled and began to walk away, directing them to follow after her. Ed and Al did so still positively beside themselves at all this new groundbreaking information while Roy and Riza followed behind them, shaking their heads.

If there was one thing Captain Roy Mustang had learned since joining the Resistance, it was that allies could be found in every single grimey, no-name corner of the galaxy. That night he ate with other Resistance friends while Winry berated Ed constantly for busting up his arm, Alphonse laughed happily at all his new friends, and Riza shot him satisfied, delightfully meaningful looks as the two moons rose in the Rush Valley sky.