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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 9:18 pm
 Welcome to Central Military Headquarters, the home and heart of the Amestris National Military. Home to the Führer's office, Central is where everything that is anything important happens. From the State Alchemy Exam to the Academy and then some. As the heart and soul of the nation, Central is heavily defended if any enemy forces somehow get past the border bases. It takes all manpower possible to protect the Fuhrer and the 13 man Council from harm. Though the Fuhrer has a mansion on base, he lives somewhere out in the city. No one knows the address in a vain attempt to keep the Fuhrer and his daughter safe. The Council remains on base in military owned homes to keep them safe from harm. The State Military Academy is also on base, though talk that it will be moved to a better facility somewhere in Central or it's own facility outside the city has been tossed around within the Council.  One of the most treasured spots in Central HQ is the Fuhrer's War Room, where leaders such as King Bradly has conducted many troop movements and war tactics to help defend this great nation. Only a few people have seen what goes on behind those large wooden doors, and those few people have been sworn to seceretcy to make sure that the nation's war techniques are not aquired by enemy nations, Such as Drachma and Creta. Ontop of monitering border skirmishes and planning full out wars, the War room is used one weekend every month to grade and decide the lucky applicats of the Alchemy exam. Only three people are accepted each testing period, so it is of high importance that each applicant is useful to the military in some way.  Central HQ is home to every Command operative. As part of one of these commands, you are entitled to everything the military has to offer, including power beind the rank. However, if this power is abused in any sort of way, immediate action will be taken. The military is here to help protect the people of the country, not cause them harm in anyway.  Name: Trinity Renee Rank: Fuhrer Age: 28 Stationed: Central Background Story: During the Ishbal Campaign, Trinity suffered from shell shock and situation anxiety, and after witnessing the death of his platoon save for his best friend Ookami, he had tried to commit suicide. Being saved by Ookami, he convinced the other man to help him commit a taboo, human transmutation, to try and bring back the men they had become so accustomed to being friends with. The transmutation failed, taking both incomplete Philosper's stones from both alchemists, taking a lung from Trinity and taking the liver of Ookami. After the assumed death of Ookami, Trinity found himself under the command of Roy Mustang. With the war now over and with the help of his new friends from the war, Trinity quickly flew through the ranks, reaching the rank of Lieutenant General at the age of 27. It was then that he challegened the Fuhrer to a duel for power, saying that the Fuhrer's reign was too dangerous for the good of the country. The duel ended tragiclly, making Trinity the new Fuhrer. After holding the position for a year, much needed peace has finally come to Amestris. While still dealing with border skirmishes with Creta and Drachma, the people of Amestris have found new joy in a pace-time era, most no longer cursing the military as they have done years past. Trinity finds himself bunckered down with paperwork and meetings, yet he still finds the times to make public appearances, formal or not, to make sure his country is exactly what they wanted peace to be. Has not been picked yet. Central Command welcomes you into our great military. May your service here be everything that you could possibly imagine.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 6:29 pm
Ft. Briggs, Northern Amestris
4 years prior Trinity let off a heavy sigh as he sat at the bottom of the shower in his temperory room, an infant held cautiously in his arms. The girl belonged to that woman... The one who tried to kill him...And he had slaughtered her. He didn't know the woman was a mother, he was just trying to save his own a**. But as soon as the woman fell, he could hear it above the scream of the northern winds. A cry. And now here he was, warming them both up in a hot shower. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't take the child with him. And his rank wouldn't allow him to take care of her. He had made Lieutenant General just two weeks ago... Two weeks! And now this had to- "Lieutenant General?" A female's voice filled the steam filled bathroom. He knew that voice too well, and right now he didn't want to deal with her. "What, Armstrong." "Don't pull that tone of voice with me in my command, Lieutenant General." She snapped back, leaning against the door. "Central Command called. They want you back in Central by the end of the week. I suggest you finish up what you need to and get back down there." There was a silence for a reply before Trinity said his thank you and dismissed her. He looked back at the child in his arms as he chewed on his lip. He couldn't abandon her now.... "Please forgive me.... I will make you the happiest little girl you can ever be.... I promise.... Kaiya..." ~*~*~*~*~*~ Central HQ, Central City Amestris
4 years later "Fuhrer, if you would please hear out our-" "I am not going to sign the papers! That is my final decision!" Fuhrer Renee yelled back at one of the members of his council, growling softly. Like hell he would demand something of that nature from Xing... They were allies! "Now I want you out of this office!" "..... Yes sir." The man saluted and left while grumbling obscenities, leaving the Fuhrer with one of his closest men, Brigadier General Frank Archer. "Such a lovely scene you displayed there, Fuhrer." The man cooed, a smirk slipping onto his features as he neared the desk. Trinity just made a noise. "I'm not in the mood for your badgering, Archer." "So that's what you're calling it now?" "Just leave me alone...." "I will, Sir, as soon as I make sure you read this..." The man handed Trin a small sheet of paper, a telegraph. Trin frowned as he read it, sapphire eyes scanning it line for line. "So this means there's more revolutionists in the East." "Quite possibly in Central aswell, ******** language from our dear leader." "Cut me some slack. I haven't slept much thanks to whatever flu is going around this time." "Sick, Fuhrer?" "No, Kaiya is. She's got a fever and I can't seem to get it down." "Poor thing...." "Yea...."
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 10:59 pm
Kiarue shuffled lightly through the crowded marketplace below Central Military Headquarters, the crowded streets filling the air with an unpleasant sweaty scent. Usually she wouldn't have chosen to be out at such a crowded time, but certain circumstances demanded that she do so.
Owning a moderate delivery shop in a more rural area of the town, she managed to receive many strange and vast amounts of packages to be shipped to the far corners of the world, despite her business' size. On rare occasions trips could even be made to foreign countries such as Drachma or Xing. Unfortunately for the crimson mopped Kiarue, not all those deliveries could be made on her own, especially those that required a certain amount of... discretion. And with most of her workers sick with the flu that had been plaguing almost all of the residents of Central, she stubbornly forged to the fresh supplies of medicines, trying to weed out the elixirs from the actual cures.
‘I'm already a week late shipping supplies to five different rebel outposts,’ she thought, dreading the idea of her comrades trying to scrape by. Of course, all rebels were taught to be resourceful, even Kiarue herself. After all, it wasn't every member of the resistance who could claim to the esteemed rank of second in command. And who would suspect her charming little business to be an outpost for illegal shipments of supplies to all rebel factions under the rule of Ookami?
Ookami... she was certain he'd give her a beating for not returning back to the base regularly, especially if he were to discover that she had been neglecting one of her main duties; watching the Fuhrer. Of course her beatings weren't those of abuse, more of rigorous training. They would only be especially punishing to her for her recent actions, especially if he saw even the slightest dulling of his esteemed protégé.
Grimacing at the thought of the brutal training that was sure to come, she swished around the contents of a dusty vial, sighing at the watered down whatever-it-was in there. Peering up at the brilliant military center she couldn’t help but grumble, “I’m sure they’ve already taken every medicine worth buying,” before seating herself upon a bench in front of the building and running her hands through her hair, looking absolutely drained.
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 11:09 pm
Sophia was exhausted, nervous, and yet at the same time, excited for today. Driving carefully through the streets, she was on her way to the Central Military Headquarters to deliver some special food items that had been ordered from her place of employment. The restaurant she worked at got a pretty good review in the papers, and an officer decided he wanted to order some food for a special lunch.
Except, they usually didn't ever do takeout orders at her restaurant. Yes, they catered to events, but never actually did takeout. Even so, as it was a high ranking officer of the military (how influential he was or his rank, she wasn't told about), Sophia's manager decided to bend to their will and go on with it. It's not like they had anything specific scheduled for that day, anyways. What she wanted to know, however, was why she had to go out and deliver it. Wasn't she one of the cooks?
'Alright,' Sophia admitted to herself silently, 'I'm not a head chef or anything, and have no seniority over any of the other cooks. But that doesn't mean they can just send me somewhere like a gopher!' Sophia had made the unwise decision of staying up late the night before reading, so her head hat the telltale ache that went with the lack of sleep. The not so subtle hint that everything had to be absolutely perfect from her manager was of no comfort either. The amount of traffic in the streets because of the nearby market didn't help to ease her rising stress levels, either.
However, there was an upside to it all (at least, that's what she told herself). She'd get to see the inside of the military headquarters, a place she hadn't visited, not even when her parents had visited for alchemical research in the past. She loved to explore new places, especially if she wasn't allowed there in the first place. Some thought of her as careless and nosy, she just thought herself adventurous. Being given the opportunity to gain access to such a well guarded facility was the one big payoff for the whole trip.
Now, if some of the pedestrians would clear the way so she could get there on time, then there'd be no problem.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 1:40 pm
"Please tell me that someone somewhere has ordered lunch for us... I'm starving..."
"Actually, yes they have, Fuhrer." Archer picked up a small pack of papers from the Fuhrer's 'out' box, going through them to make sure they were actually done. The fuhrer had a habit of only signing things he wanted to.
"Great! Where's it from? Mizuyaki's?"
"From that run-down hole in the wall? No..." Archer looked disgusted for a minute, frowning when about three pages were frowned incomplete. He turned to those pages and placed them in front of Trin, who merely frowned but did the work indicated. "From a nice restaurant downtown. What was the name... Andante Graziozo or something like that..."
"That's that one everyone's ranting and raving about recently, right?"
"Correct."
"But I thought they didn't do take out... When I said I wanted take out, I meant something from Mizuyaki's or something..."
"They did it for us, Fuhrer, so don't complain."
"Yeesh.... Maybe to make up for it I should take Kaiya out to some cheezy kid place... Just so I can be normal for once."
"You are the Fuhrer, Sir. You will never be normal."
"Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious."
"That's General Obvious, Sir..."
Trin merely frowned and sighed, handing the completed paperwork back to Archer. Goddamn did that man have a stick up his a**. Or maybe a vibrator. He couldn't help but smirk as he turned in his chair to look out the window, enjoying the view of Central from his office. Now if only he had food, then everything would be good.
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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 2:09 pm
After pulling some questionable maneuvers in the streets with her small truck, Sophia soon found herself on the street in front of the gate that lead to the military headquarters. As she approached the gate, a guard motioned for her to roll down her window.
After rolling down the said window, Sophia reached into the passengers seat to nab the order papers and form that granted her access to the compound. Taking them, she handed them to the guard who had approached her window wordlessly.
The guard looked over the papers, nodded to himself, and handed them back. Signaling to the other guard that all things were clear, he moved back as the other guard opened the gate.
"Have a good day, Miss," said the guard, saluting as she drove on in.
"Thank you, sirs," came Sophia's reply as she maneuvered the truck into the base, searching for a place to park.
Having gotten past security (at least, the ones at the gate, anyhow), Sophia drove towards the front of the building, turning the truck and backing up so that the back of the truck was facing the main entrance, just in front of the stairs. Having done that, she let herself out, stretching her legs a bit before walking to the back of the truck. Taking the keys from her shirt pocket, she unlocked the double doors, pushing them as far from the truck and herself as they'd go. Reaching down, she pulled on a handle at the base of the threshold where the doors were originally located, and pulled out a heavy metal ramp to act as a walkway for the catering trolley. After making sure the end of the ramp did in fact rest on the top stairway, she made her way into the truck, grabbed the trolley with the lunch items, and made her way out.
Locking the trolley's wheels so it wouldn't roll away unattended, she went back to the truck, replacing the ramp back where it came from, and locked down the truck. She quickly made her way up the stairs, unlocked the trolley, and headed inside.
'Damn! Why did they make me do this alone with such a big order?' Sophia was, to say in the least, not impressed by her manager's choice in having her do this alone. 'At least I didn't smash my foot with the ramp this time.'
The warm, inviting aroma of cooked food began to fill the lobby as she made her way to the main desk, where a female clerk in uniform sat tending to some papers. A brief inquiry informed Sophia that the food was to be taken to the topmost floor, and yes, they did have an elevator. Thanking the clerk for her help, Sophia quickly made her way to the elevator in question, only to find an "Out of Order" sign plastered over the doors.
Somewhere, way up high, Sophia thought that someone must really, really hate her today.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 3:14 pm
"So when are you going to start taking care of yourself, Fuhrer?" Archer murmured, eyes scanning the papers before dropping them in Trin's outbox.
"Eh...." Trin shrugged as he lit up a cigarette, eyes going to the window.
"You need to stop smoking, Fuhrer."
"Frankie-"
"It's General Archer, sir."
"....... Frankie...." Archer rolled his eyes as Trin stood, going to touch the glass of the window. "I know I should be taking care of myself.... For Kaya and the country, but I've also gotta do some things that make me feel better. And smoking makes me feel better."
"You logic needs a little bit of help, Fuhrer.."
"...... Yea, I love you too Frankie...."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 1:16 am
It took a while and a bit of help from some of the soldiers in the vicinity to find another (albeit considerably more cramped) elevator that worked, because she'd be damned if she was going to try to take all that food up the flights of stairs to the office of the officer who ordered it.
Pushing the trolley through the doors of the elevator, turning into a queit hallway with nary a soldier in sight. Thinking back to where the clerk had told her to go for the delivery, she headed down the hall, turning a corner here and there before she found herself standing in front of two large double doors.
Sophia barely choked back a squack as she came to the realization of just WHO had ordered the food.
'Oh my gosh, the Fuhrer ordered all of this? Why didn't the manager tell me I was delivering to the head honcho of the country?' Thoughts raced through Sophia's mind, but her common sense got the better of it, as she walked forward, knocking on the door tentatively.
She really hoped he wasn't as scary as she thought he might be.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 11:17 pm
The knock at the door had both men's attention. Archer merely frowned as Trin stubbed out the cigarette and made his way to the door. "Fuhrer, Sir..." Archer murmured, rounding the desk to follow Trin. "You really should allow me to answer the door. You never know who's on the other side."
"Oh for ******** sake Frank." Once again, Trin rolled his eyes. "This place is heavily guarded! Any terrorist who wanted to get up here couldn't if they tried. Not with all the security checkpoints we've got set up. Besides...." He pulled open the door, his eyes still on Archer. "This is just food..."
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 11:44 pm
Sophia had listened as two voices inside, both belonging to men, got louder before the door finally opened. She quickly did a mock salute, not really sure how weird it looked before speaking. She really hoped that she didn't bother the Fuhrer or anything...
Standing up straight with her arms at her side, she started. "Mi-Mister Fuhrer, Sir! It's an honor to be here and serve you lunch today. If you would permit, I would be happy to serve it now." Sophia cursed herself inwardly, finding that her nervousness was beginning to shine through a bit too much for her liking. It was a good thing she wasn't holding onto the trolley at this time, she figured, because her shaking might make the platters of food rattle. Her boss would kill her if she had ended up doing anything to embarrass the business.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:23 pm
It was easy to see how nervous the girl was. Offering her a smile, he stepped back and motioned her to come in, despite Archer's disapproval. "Fuhrer, Sir... We really shouldn't-"
"Oh shut up." Trin rolled his eyes, getting Archer a bit upset. "Why don't you untwist your panties and relax a little."
"Fuhrer!"
Trin just grinned and moved back to his desk, finding another cigarette and lighting up before going over to the cart and looking at it. "So what do we have today?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 1:57 pm
Sophia stopped herself from staring at the Fuhrer long enough to get her bearings together and speak to the man. "The food today is a specially made variety of Xingian cuisine, as per requested from the orderer." Moving to the largest platter on there, she gently removed the lid, revealing hot, steaming food. "We have the main dish, of finely sliced beef marinated in a savory sauce that has been grilled with mushrooms, onions, carrots and peppers, all over white rice." Putting the lid on the bottom rack of the trolley, she proceeded to unveil and name each dish in a similar manner.
"A small, light salad with vegetables found only in Xing, topped with a tangy citrus dressing. A hot soup with dumplings and leeks. Potsickers as a side dish..." Sophia wondered to herself if the Fuhrer would even eat all of this, much less liked Xingian food. "As well as more freshly made white rice, pickled vegetables, fresh leaves of lettuce, and stir-fried noodles. There is also some green tea, if you would also like to enjoy some with your meal. Dessert is rice cakes with sweet red bean pudding."
Reaching down below the trolley again, she carefully pulled out some tongs, ladles, several spoons, and several plates of varying sizes. Placing the plats on the nearest table with care, she then put each utensil in their respective containers of food. She bent down again to grab the silverware, placing them carefully near the plates. Straightening shirt a bit before reaching down and pulling on a pair of serving gloves.
"If you are ready, then I shall serve you now, if you would like." Sophia hoped to get this done and over with as soon as she could, because being in the Fuhrer's presence was, well, awkward. She never thought she'd meet the man in her lifetime, after all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:03 pm
By the time the girl had prepared to serve them, Trin had retrieved a set of chopsticks from his desk and had already piled a plate with a lot of rice and some meat, already shoving the food into his mouth. "Oooo!! Sugoi!" He grinned like a kid at Archer, who merely rolled his eyes.
"Please, Sir.... Act a bit more sophisticated..."
"Oh come on. You only made it Xing because you know I don't eat anything else."
"At least this has more class than Mizuyaki's Rice Hut..."
"Pfft.... Food's food....."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 2:06 pm
Sophia was, to say in the least, stunned by the Fuhrer's speed in acquiring food without her help. 'I guess he was really hungry after all,' thought Sophia to herself. Turning towards the Fuhrer's assistant, she tried to ignore the interesting noises that came from the Fuhrer as he practically inhaled his food. "Would you like to have some as well, sir? I would be happy to help serve you as well."
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:40 pm
Archer merely raised his hand to decline, going back to turning his attention to Trin. "Sir, you really do need to concentrate more on your work. If things keep going the way they are-"
"If you're talking about that proposition that was given to me earlier, the answer remains no."
"But Sir-"
"I'm not going to demand that from Xing! It is my family's homeland and I refuse to dishonor it!"
Archer frowned and took a look at the girl, straightening his uniform. "Sir... Maybe we should wait until...."
"Until what?"
"Until the girl is gone."
"She won't tell anyone anything."
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