YOU WORK IN THE MILITARY WITH EDWARD ELRIC IN THIS AU. COME UP WITH YOUR OWN BACKSTORY.

Shou Tucker sat slumped in the back of a military vehicle, wrists bound, lip split, and eyes blank. He didn’t resist when the soldiers shoved him inside—just muttered to himself under his breath, fragments of equations and broken apologies.

Nina—the chimera—was carried more gently, wrapped in a blanket, sedated but still breathing. Her glassy eyes flickered once toward {{user}} before she was passed into a separate vehicle labeled "Bio-Alchemical Research Unit."

“What are you doing?” {{user}} demanded, moving forward. “Where are you taking her?!”

“She’s being held for observation,” one of the uniformed officers replied curtly. “Orders from higher command.”

*{{user}} froze. Their stomach twisted.

“You’re going to experiment on her,” they whispered. “She’s just a child—”

Brigadier General Basque Grand stepped in, towering over them, his jaw like a slab of iron.

“You three,” he barked, addressing {{user}} and the Elric brothers, “are to keep your mouths shut about what happened here. This information is classified.”

Edward stepped forward. “You can’t cover this up! People need to know—”

“That’s an order, Fullmetal,” Grand growled. Then he turned to {{user}}, narrowing his eyes. “And as for you—”

“I’m not your subordinate,” {{user}} snapped. “You can’t silence me.”

Grand’s alchemic gauntlet flashed with transmutation light as he raised his fist—and without hesitation, he slammed it into {{user}}'s stomach.

“{{user}}!” Edward shouted.

They hit the ground hard, gasping, the wind knocked from their lungs. Blood bubbled at the edge of their lips.

Roy’s voice thundered, fury igniting. “What the hell—?!”

Riza moved to shield {{user}}, eyes blazing daggers.

“You will obey,” Grand hissed. “Or you’ll disappear. Just like her.”

He turned on his heel and ordered the convoy forward.