Fullmetal Alchemist 70
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NOTE: The volume 16 tank scan has come out and the Crimson Alchemist has earned a slot in the "English names" roster. From now on I'll be using "Solf J. Kimblee" to stay consistent with the manga. For those of you wondering, "Solf" is a German name and is indeed pronounced "Zolf".
This is now safe for scanning! All my edits are done. I have given up on the automail techno babble, maybe a better raw will enable me to see them more clearly. Not like it's that important anyway :P
Winry: These guys are so stiff-looking...
I hope whoever's picking me up gets here soon.
Kimblee: My apologies for making you wait.
I am Solf J. Kimblee.
Is this your bag? Please, allow me to get it for you.
Kimblee: You're from Risenbool, aren't you Miss Rockbell?
Winry: How'd you know?
Kimblee: His excellency the Fuhrer informed me.
SFX: Gata gata gata
The husband and wife doctors who perished in Ishval were you parents, correct?
Kimblee: Their bodies were found by my squad.
Kimblee: We got there a moment too late.
When we arrived at the scene, that Ishvalan had already...
Winry: I see...
Kimblee: They were honorable doctors who upheld their oaths to assist those in need until the very end.
Kimblee: We found them
carrying a picture of themselves holding a pretty young girl. It was obviously very important to them.
That must have been you.
Kimblee: I'm honored to meet you, Winry Rockbell.
Title: The original homunculus
Winry: You should've told me you were headed up here!
Ed: We didn't have time. We were in a hurry.
Winry: You're ALWAYS in a hurry!
And why were you in prison?
If you did something bad, just admit it.
Ed: Ehh...well...a lot's happened...
Kimblee: It was a simple misunderstanding.
Kimblee: There's nothing to worry about, Miss Rockbell.
The Fullmetal Alchemist will be released presently.
There are just a few procedures we must go through first.
Thank you so much, Mr. Kimblee!
Kimblee: My pleasure.
Winry: Keep an eye on him and his brother, okay?
SFX: Tug tug
Ed: Don't get too friendly with Kimblee.
Winry: Huh? How come? He's a nice guy and a real gentleman,
plus he was so sweet to talk to me about my parents.
Ed: He's no gentleman...
what he did in Ishval was-
Hawkeye: I can only tell you what I know.
Ed: What she knows...right...
I only know what Lt. Hawkeye saw...
Hawkeye: You love Winry, don't you?
ED: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! (Small text: I remembered too much!)
Winry: What the hell are you doing?! I'm trying to overhaul your automail!
Ed: Calm down! I order you to calm down, Edward Elric!
SFX: Haaaa, haaa, haaaa
Ed: Focus on something else! Anything else! Concentrate!
HYDROGEN HELIUM LITHIUM BERYLIUM BORON CARBON NITROGEN OXYGEN FLOURINE NEON SODIUM MAGNESIUM ALUMINUM
Winry: Is your brain broken or something?
Ed: Chrome manganese iron cobalt nickel copper gallium germanium arsenic selenium bromine kry-
Winry: He's gone.
Winry: Why am I in love this weirdo?
Ed: Hmm? You say something?
you gotta warn me when you're gonna connect the nerves...
Winry: All right, let's do your leg.
SFX: swish swish
It's so light!
Sfx: swish swish
Ed: This makes me kinda nervous.
Is it really gonna be durable enough?
Overall, It's not as strong as the last one, but I reinforced all the important joints and areas.
If you're worried I can fit you with some shin guards
and some new boots.
Ed (small text): Naah.
Bucc: Why did they let you out?
Another example of a State Alchemist's influence, I guess.
Bucc: Hmph! I see you're equipped for frigid weather now.
Ed: Looks like you changed equipment yourself.
Behold, the M-90 "MAD BEAR GRADE" Automail, for use in light fighting!
This is definitely the BEST automail for me!
Winry: Wow, cool! It's fitted with claws!
Ooh! Are they diamond-tipped?!
Ed, let me put some on you!
Ed: Hell no.
Kimblee: I don't blame you.
Kimblee SFX: Hrmmm..
Bucc SFX: Huhu
Fullmetal, this is your mechanic?
This beautiful young lady?
Mechanic: Awww, she's adorable!
Ed: What the fuck?!
Bucc: You piss me off...
SFX: Grumble grumble...
Winry: Northern engineering is so awesome!
Mechanic: Wanna check out my workshop?
Winry: Yes! Lemme see, please!
Winry: What's wrong?
Just don't get carried away.
There's a lot of dangerous stuff in the fort.
I planned to learn a little about frigid weather automail after I finished working on you...
Who knows when I'll have another chance to see northern engineering in action?
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Mechanic: You can't use a light metal for the teeth.
Winry: ~~~~~~the arms~~~~~~levelled~~
I tried a bunch of alloys but Varitech makes the best stuff.
Kimblee: She's so passionate about her work...just like her parents.
I love girls like her.
Ed: You old...
Kimblee: Oh, relax.
I'm not a pedophile, for Pete's sake.
Thanks to Miss Rockbell, your maintenance is finished and you're no longer in danger up here.
Kimblee: Which means I can relax, too.
I need to talk to you about work,
Why haven't I been let out yet?
Guard: Kimblee's orders.
We've only been authorized to release the Fullmetal Alchemist.
Al: Shit...they're trying to keep us separated...
The Fuhrer didn't just bring Winry up here to keep us in line...he wants to make it clear that her life is in his hands.
Al: Which means he wants to keep tabs on us.
I can't rush this...
gotta wait for my chance...
SFX: Bong bong
Henshel: The recon team had three days worth of rations.
It's been almost a week now...
Olivia: It's going to be close...
Soldier: They could have eaten their horses.
Henshel: I'm more worried about their state of mind.
A week alone in complete darkness could make anyone crazy.
Olivia: I have faith that their nerves are strong enough.
Soldier: I'm taking along the wireless comm equipment, but don't expect too much.
Theirs didn't work.
Olivia: Would you rather run a cable?
We can't have whatever's down there follow it back to the base.
Bucc: Major General Armstrong.
Bucc: We have absolutely no idea what to expect down there.
If we don't return within 24 hours,
I request that you forget about us.
Assume we are dead and seal the hole!
Olivia: I will.
You have my word.
Olivia: Everyone listen up.
I did what I did to General Raven by myself.
None of you saw anything, none of you heard anything.
If anyone finds out, I'll assume responsibility.
And I want you all to forget about me.
Tankee: Aye, ma'am.
Soldier: Roger that.
Bucc: This way.
Bucc: Let's move out.
Mustang: Is that so?
Things must be getting dangerous up north, too.
You guys gotta take the lead now.
That's why I got in touch with you as soon as I could.
Mustang: The soldiers in Briggs are as capable as they come. Wouldn't they be fine without the Eastern HQ joining in?
Briggs is a highly specialized defensive force.
Some say "He who strikes first wins the battle", but that only works when you have an unstoppable offense AND an impenetrable defense.
Combining Briggs' defense with the East Army's superior attack units would be the ultimate combination.
At least according to Madame Olivia, anyway.
The Northern and Eastern forces have trained together many times...and they put us through hell.
The North Wall of Briggs has an excellent grasp on the limits of her abilities.
And she chose ME as her tag-team partner! How great is that?
Woman: Nah, she only wants your army.
She'd rather you just disappear.
Mustang: Ohhh yeah.
Woman: Here ya go.
All your flowers are wrapped up.
Mustang: One last thing...What would she have done if I'd sold her out to the Fuhrer?
Woman: She said,
"That'll never happen. Mustang's not that type of man."
That'll be 35,200 Cenz, please.
Mustang: I'm honored.
Who exactly are you?
Lady: Just an old lady who runs a flower shop and has served the Armstrongs for a couple generations.
Thanks for your patronage!
I guess in the end, the only people who really understand and support you are always connected to your fellow soldiers.
Mustand: What the heck do I do with these all flowers?
Women: What's WITH that guy?
What a dork.
SFX: Step step
Man, that stinks...
Just like Smith's arm.
Whatever did this can even take chunks out solid metal.
Henshel: Damnit, this is not good...
Bucc: Stay alert.
Our enemies may be down here.
Henshel: You're alive!
Henshel: Are you okay?
Look, it's me.
Soldier B: Ohhh....oh....
BG Soldier: Dim that lamp.
Henshel: I'm proud of you for surviving this long.
Thank heavens we came when we did.
Where are the others?
Soldier: The oth...
We were all fine when we came in...
Bucc: We'll have to carry them back.
Soldier: Yes sir.
Soldier: We...we have to get out of here!
It's going to come back...
The darkness is coming!
Henshel: What do you mean, "it"?
Henshel: Calm down-
Get ahold of yourself!
Henshel: Can you stand?
Henshel: Let's go.
Carry them if you have to.
SFX: Knock knock
Small bubble: Hello.
Hawkeye: Ugh, being the Fuhrer's bodyguard requires you to be way too stiff...my shoulders are killing me.
I'll never get used to this.
Mrs. Bradley: Who's there?
I apologize for intruding at this hour.
I am Lt. Hawkeye of the Furher's personal guard.
His excellency has requested I deliver some urgent documents.
Mrs. Bradley: Oh my! You're a dear to be working so late!
Hawkeye: He said he needed them by tomorrow.
Mrs. Bradley: I'm so sorry...I'm afraid my husband is out.
Tomorrow, was it?
Don't worry, I'll hold on to them.
Hawkeye: Thank you very much.
Mrs. Bradley: Salem, you're still up?
I heard someone at the door and thought dad might be home.
Mrs. Bradley: Salem,
this is Lt. Hawkeye from the personal guard.
Salem: Hi Lt. Hawkeye!
Salem: You're working late, huh?
Hawkeye: Yes, we had some urgent documents to deliver.
I apologize for waking you.
I'll be leaving in a moment.
Jeeves: Come, young master, you need your rest.
We can't have you oversleeping, can we?
Salem: Aww, okay...
Mrs. Bradley: Salem loves his father so.
He wants to join the army as soon as he's old enough.
Hawkeye: He seems like a smart young man.
Mrs. Bradley: Hohoho...isn't he? He's my pride and joy.
Mrs. Bradley: If we were his birth parents, everyone would roll their eyes at us making such a fuss over him, but since he's adopted we can brag as much as we want!
Oh, would you listen to me!
Hawkeye: He must get his friendly personality for your relatives, then.
Mrs. Bradley: Oh, no, Salem takes after my husband's side.
Wasn't...he your relative's child?
Mrs. Bradley: No, dear.
He's the son of some distant relative of my husband.
Let's get out of this drafty hall.
Would you like to stay and have some tea until my husband returns?
Hawkeye: No, thank you...
Hawkeye: I'll be on my way now.
Mrs. Bradley: Oh? What a pity...
Hawkeye: The Colonel told me King Bradley grew up as a test subjest, isolated and alone in a lab.
SFX: Step step step
That's where he became a homunculus...
He doesn't have one single relative anywhere!
SFX: Step step step
Hawkeye: And that feeling I had earlier...
Salem: You figured it out, didn't you?
Oh, that mother of mine...
She just loves to talk.
Hawkeye: I sensed a strong bloodlust earlier...
I've felt it before,
but I couldn't remember where.
Now that it's behind me, though, I think I know.
It's the same sensation I got when the homunculus "Gluttony" stuck up on me.
Who or what are you?
Salem: You're pretty brave to ask about my true form, Lt. Hawkeye.
And you're smart not to draw your gun.
Your arms cannot defeat me.
If you remain still, I won't attack.
Hawkeye: How kind of you.
So? Are you a homunculus, like Gluttony?
No, you can't be...this...pressure is so strong, it feels like I'm being suffocated.
Salem: Yes and no. I am the same as Gluttony...
but you'd be making a big mistake to put me on the same level as him.
Salem: I am the ORIGINAL homonculus.
My name is "Pride."
What do you mean?
Kimblee: You need to do your job as a State Alchemist.
Ed: Of course, it doesn't matter what my answer is, does it?
Kimblee: No, it doesn't.
Kimblee: His excellency the Fuhrer has three instructions.
They all happen to require that you work with me.
Find Scar, who is hiding somewhere up here.
You need only find him.
Killing him is my job.
Find Doctor Marcoh, who is likely travelling with Scar.
Again, you need only find him.
I'll take it from there.
Kimblee: Take Briggs, and carve a bloody crest into it!
Text: The accursed plan is put into action!