This is purely fictional and follows no plot in Star Ocean and is in a parallel universe of my own creation, if that bothers you, you have been warned.
I own neither characters nor anything else belonging to Star Ocean. (Though I have been obsessively playing it. Way over six hours nonstop...)
The plot, of lack thereof, however, is indeed mine.
I am using the Faize and Arumat from the before Edge time. I feel that the Arumat at this time is less moody than the Arumat who saw his home planet cremated.

A certain young Eldarian on a certain exploration base was practicing his swordsmanship. Quick thrusts and jabs harried imaginary foes. His silky hair swayed with his movements like fresh grass in the wind. Training was both a pleasure, and a means to the improvement Faize Shiefa Beleth was ever striding towards. He'd only just landed but the need to keep himself sharp after being in a tiny spacecraft for so long –no matter how he loved his Sol- had prompted immediate practice.

So it was at this time, with Faize sweating off his flight, that a certain captain of a certain armoured division entered the training room with the intentions of exercising his cramped muscles. The older man paused to watch the boy enthusiastically attack his formless foes. He chuckled slightly, perhaps remembering when he was younger, before heading to the opposite end of the room to begin his own exercises.

At the sound of a heavy scythe being set to lean against the wall Faize jumped and turned to see his companion in the training room. "Ah, e-excuse my rudeness, sir!" Faize quickly offered his respects to his superior. The division captain replied with a sound of acknowledgement and dismissive wave of hand. That must be Arumat P. Thanatos of the Thirteenth Armoured Division… the most elite in the whole Eldarian military, thought Faize with a thrill of fear. And who could not help but feel a shiver of anxiety at the grim figure of Arumat?

The man who called himself Death Incarnate fit his title indeed; the rumours were true. His silhouette was tall and lean, truly predatory. The peculiarly dark scars that ripped across the man's nearly white flesh warned of a violent life, a warning supported by the keen golden eyes that could paralyze enemy and friend alike. Half his face was obscured by his shoulder length white hair, which may have been a thankful thing, sparing an onlooker the force of both those soul-reading orbs and stoic, emotionless expression.

The grim man went through his forms with his great scythe. The large weapon sailed through the air with a sharp keen as it moved quickly and in fluid arcs. Despite the size of his weapon, Arumat wielded it with surprising speed. Faize felt deep admiration for his skill and renewed will to better himself.

Arumat decided to rest after several hours. He was covered in perspiration and satisfied that he'd had a good workout. He was surprised that the boy was still going at it, though his heavy pants said he was finished. Arumat walked up behind him and nudged his feet closer together and closed the position of his arms. "Wha-?" Faize panted, startled from his focus.

"When you fight lad, you want to stay balanced, otherwise you will be killed." Came the smooth emotionless voice of the captain. The younger Eldarian shivered just slightly as his superior leaned close and moved him through a strike. "When you are balanced your attacks will be quicker and the time you are vulnerable will shorten." The man explained. He released Faize and strode out of the training room, leaving the latter to process the lingering sensation of his body against his.

This is kind of an idea I just got. I kind of wondered why I couldn't find much with these two, so my brain kind of... well...
Let me know if I should try to think of a plot/nonplot and continue this. Since I can't promise my brain will produce more on its own.

Reviews/comments are love.