Origin Story (Part Four) · 11:02am Nov 7th, 2014
And we return to the adventures of Daring Do!
art by Makkon
Origin Story (Part Four)
"Origin Story" was originally conceived of then abandoned as a fanfiction. Now, it has been reincarnated as part of a Fallout: Equestria tabletop roleplaying adventure. Each segment that I post consists of a report by Daring Do while on a mission for wartime Equestria, followed by a few pages of rough draft for a Daring Do prequel, intended to be used as a cryptography OTP. Each of these "pads" amounts to the most crucial part of what would have been a story chapter.
Previous Pads:
Origin Story (Prologue & Framing)
Origin Story (Part One)
Origin Story (Part Two)
Origin Story (Part Three)
Please enjoy! 
As always with Origin Story, please let me know if you stumble across any errors in this writing. Nothing here has been through a proper editor. 
art by 90Sigma
Fifth mission report.
Crap. I messed up badly and now I’ve been caught. Not on purpose this time either, although I think I’ll be able to turn this to my advantage. The rank-and-file are looking at me like they want to turn me into a bloody smear, but they won’t. Once she hears that I’ve been captured, Jua will want to interrogate me herself. We have history.
Still, I shouldn’t have been caught. And I should have been able to take this squad of Legionnaires down on my own with one wing tied to my side. What happened to the Daring Do that could take out whole armies of bad guys with just her bare hooves and an attitude?
She got old, that’s what. Archeology is a young mare’s game. (As is, let us be honest, treasure hunting.) I abandoned it for a reason. But sometimes, the past just won’t stay buried, no matter how deep you dug the grave.
A younger Daring Do would have already reclaimed the Amulet right out from under Jua’s nose, and been back home by now. Without it, Jua can scour the Tenochtitlan Basin until the end of the war and beyond, and it won’t do her any good. But my bones ache, my reflexes are slow and the Legionnaires’ beating hurts more than they used to. This Daring Do might not pull it off on her own. And if this goes down bad, it will be up to you lot to find the Amulet of Atonement before she does. Or, if she gets it first, fight your way to the center and take it back.
The Amulet of Atonement is locked away where not just anyone can get it. A little trick I learned from the Tree of Life. Those of you who read Daring Do will know it was a long time before I found that Tree. Book Ten, to be precise. Remember this:
“Only the remorseful one shall find the key.”
You know where I left it. Think outside the box. Good luck, RD’s speed, and may Celestia be with you.
Fifth Pad Begins
Fifth Pad -- a rough draft excerpt from
Chapter 4: Airship Attack
While there were several students who merited the privilege to join Professor Underhill’s summer travel study, I only formed clear memories of two of them: Fleetwing and Bluebell. The understandable reason for this is that they were the only two to choose to accompany me on the flight back to Mwanzo Mpya.
A deal had been struck, allowing the rest of the students to stay and continue their summer studies abroad. Only I was required to depart the country. Nor was I to fly back to Equestria unescorted. In fact, I was grounded, under surveillance by a Legion guard. Rather, the flight back was aboard the airship Uasi, a zebra dirigable piloted by Mhalifu – an associate of Goldentongue whom, I was told, was one of the few pilots brave enough to dare the skies over the Tenochtitlan Basin.
Packer insisted that it would be improper for me to make the journey without an adult and representative of Baltimare University. However, Professor Underhill insisted that he could not spare the unicorn. They got into quite a quarrel, but that stopped when Bluebell stepped forward. I remember her words clearly, as they were strong, defiant and utterly bewildering to me. “You aren’t sending Daring Do home without sending me too.” Bluebell stood with me. And a moment later, to my even greater shock, Fleetwing did as well.
The professor had to relent when Bluebell and Fleetwing insisted on joining my exile.
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Fleetwing was seething. Daring Do watched him cross the deck, back and forth and back and forth. The pegasus had landed just so he could pace.
Daring Do stood in the shadow of the armored zebra, her Legion-appointed warden, and stared over the bow of the Uasi. She had never been on an airship before, despite Baltimare having more than Fillydelphia and Canterlot combined; but she would still rather be flying, and was in no mood to enjoy the novelty. She hated being grounded.
Worse, she was on her way home. She’d been in Bahari Soko less than a day and had gotten to see almost nothing. Her entire summer was ruined... and that was hardly the worst of it. People had been hurt because of what she had done. She thought she was saving a creature from imprisonment. She thought she was being so clever. And instead, the sphinx had gone on a rampage. Before Daring Do boarded the airship, primi ordines Jua saw fit to tell her the sphinx had been “put down”. Not that she needed to. Daring Do had felt it when she heard the sharp crack of thunder. She had wondered what kind of monster the zebras would need a blunderbuss for. Now she knew.
The lush canopy of the Tenochtitlan Basin stretched out below and before the airship, an undulating wave of green broken by gouging ravines and the sporadic, upthrust shapes of ancient temples and obelisks, ziggurats and fortresses. The basin was bordered on one side by the sharp, craggy peaks of the dragon mountains, on the other by the dazzling blue of the ocean. North, on the far side, beyond the jungle, was Mwanzo Mpya. Daring Do felt she had just left.
Daring fished something out of a pocket and looked down at it, trying to focus on the one small bright point in all of this. On her hoof, she held two golden chains; clasped to each was one half of a broken coin – friendship necklaces, each bearing half of a whole. “At least I’ll be able to visit with…” Daring Do stopped. The young pegasus grew alarmed when she realized that, just for a moment, she had forgotten the name of Goldentongue’s goddaughter. Even though she had bought the necklaces while thinking of her, it took a forceful moment to remember. “…A.K. again.”
“I better be able to get into the summer expedition next year,” Fleetwing growled as he strode towards her. Somewhere northward, the clouds over the basin rumbled with thunder. “If you’ve screwed up that too…”
Daring Do stared into Fleetwing’s face. “You didn’t have to come back with me. Neither did Bluebell. You could have been in Bahari Soko right now.” Why in Tartarus did he come back? Of all the students, Fleetwing had seemed the most excited, the most eager for this trip. “And it didn’t sound like the Professor’s expedition was likely to happen with or without an excuse for the primi ordines to say no.”
“But you gave her one anyway, didn’t you?” he snapped.
“By saving everyone’s lives,” Daring snapped back. “All I remember you saving was luggage.”
Fleetwing took a menacing step forward and looked ready to throw a few hooves, but a brisk voice snapped the tension. “No roughhousing aboard my ship. Save it until after the trip.”
Both Fleetwing and Daring turned to see the zebra, Mhalifu. She was a sturdy-looking mare who spoke Equestrian with a thick accent. A nasty scar ran up the right side of her face to where her right ear had once been; and she wore a bandoleer of knives, a black pith hat, and a lasso on her flank. Daring Do glanced around and noticed several of the deck-workers were also wearing lassos, although Mhalifu was the only one lethally armed.
“At least,” Mhalifu said with a smile that the scar made crooked and ugly, “Not until my crew all gets the chance to size you up and place bets.”
Fleetwing’s contempt for Daring gave way to that incessant curiosity that he had displayed over dinner at the ambassador’s manor. “I heard Goldentongue say you were one of the only airship captains willing to fly from Bahari Soko to Mwanzo Mpya. Is that true?”
Mhalifu snickered, “The last anyone told me, I was one of only three.”
“Why’s that?” Fleetwing asked. “What’s so dangerous about the Tenochtitlan Basin?”
Like Daring Do, he had taken note that they had traveled to Bahari Soko by boat over the ocean, taking the long way around the jungle. Professor Underhill had pressured Goldentongue to arrange a faster transportation so that Packer, who had chosen to chaperone the three of them back to Equestria’s nearest train station, could rejoin him and the other students as soon as possible. Daring Do wondered if it was because the professor needed Packer’s assistance with his work, or because he didn’t want to have to handle that many students all by himself. Granted, if it was the latter, after recent events, Daring couldn’t exactly blame him.
Mhalifu’s smile vanished. She seemed to appraise Fleetwing and Daring, as if determining whether to give them the same “Pray you don’t find out” answer that Daring had gotten when she asked one of the deck workers that same question earlier. But something about one or both of them seemed to cause a twinkle in Mhalifu’s eyes because she decided to be more forthcoming.
“The Quetzalcóatl Empress, a dark and evil spirit who seeks to rule the jungle. Zebras are right to fear it.” Mhalifu told them. “Her cultists scour the basin for means to break her prison. Tenochtitlan Basin will suffer if she’s risen.”
“And no one’s stopping them?” Daring Do gaped.
Mhalifu scowled. “The efforts of her cultists do not go uncontested. Yet few are daring enough to stand against the Empress.”
Daring Do recalled the metal clasp on the assassin’s cloak: a feathered serpent. “They were the ones who attacked us on the docks, weren’t they?” Mhalifu nodded. “What were they after?”
Before she can answer, a zebra voice called for Mhalifu; she turned away, barking orders. Then strode across the deck, leaving the two pegasi alone again.
After a few moments of silence, Daring Do finally asked, “Why did you come back with me?”
“It wasn’t for you,” Fleetwing grumbled. Daring Do looked at him questioningly. Then followed his gaze across the ship. Bluebell was borrowing the telescope of one of the deck workers, gazing out at the dark shapes of the temples under the cloud-mottled evening sky.
“Huh?” Daring asked blankly. Then it clicked. Fleetwing and Bluebell? Fleetwing and Bluebell. They were more than just friends, Daring Do realized. They might even be going steady. “Oh.”
“You saved her,” Fleetwing said bluntly. “She wasn’t going to let you get kicked out alone. And I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy this trip worried about her.”
Daring Do reflected on how Bluebell hadn’t seemed as curious as she or Fleetwing, although she had treated the trip as an adventure. Daring had heard of ponies who, upon falling for another pony, changed their interests to match the others. She suddenly suspected Bluebell had done just that.
“Oh,” Daring said again. She watched as Bluebell swung the telescope upwards, looking at the clouds. Something she said caused the zebra to snatch back his telescope rudely. Daring Do could sense Fleetwing’s mane bristle a little.
The zebra turned the telescope upwards, staring through it only a moment before spinning and shouting. The strange zebra words were quickly echoed up and down the ship, shouted from one zebra to the next as they rushed to that side of the ship and stared upwards.
Daring Do heard her guardian Legionnaire grumble and detach his spear from its holding brace on his armor.
“Not good,” she moaned and turned her head to the skies, looking at the clouds that were visible beyond the curving canvas of the Uasi’s balloon. Almost immediately, Daring Do spotted several large, dark shapes moving towards them through the clouds.
Creatures burst from the concealment of the clouds – huge beasts the size of manticores with wings like bats and faces like monkeys. “Ahools” the Legion guard said as he set his spear. On the ahools’ backs road cloaked figures.
The zebras deck leapt into action, using lassos to try to catch and bind the ahools as the creatures swooped towards the deck. Daring Do crouched, her heart pounding. She was ready for action.
Fleetwing stumbled backwards, crying out, “Bluebell, look out!”
Bluebell spun, her eyes going wide at the sight as five ahools dove between the deck of the Uasi and its balloon above. Bluebell dove for cover.
One of the great beasts’ wings snagged in the rigging. Daring Do winced at the painful snapping of wingbones. The monster plowed into the deck, scattering zebras and throwing its passenger.
The ahools bore huge claws, easily the size of newborn foals and wickedly sharp. They cut into the zebras as they flew overhead. Daring Do’s readiness to fight evaporated, leaving cold shock at the sight of so much blood. Beside her, Fleetwing panicked and flew. She saw Packer cringe and throw up a magical shield as one of the ahools cut a swath towards him. The monster’s claws tore through the shield like it was made of leaves. Packer fell, blood spilling from the side of his head.
The zebras lassoed two of the ahools out of the air. With practiced speed, they bound the creatures’ wings and claws while others fought to subdue the riders. The ahools’ claws were sharp enough to make quick work of rope, but they seemed to lack the manual dexterity to free themselves without causing egregious damage. One tried to anyway, gouging great bloody tears in its wings as it slashed apart the lassos binding them.
A thought flashed through Daring Do’s mind: the ahools could easily tear the Uasi’s balloon to shreds, but their riders were directing them to attack the deck. They wanted to take the ship in one piece. But they definitely had no use for the crew. Intuition told Daring Do that the riders were after something, and they thought it was aboard the Uasi.
The ahool with the broken wing started to claw its way across the deck. Two more zebras attempted to stop it, catching it about its head with their lassos; but the beast knocked them back with a flailing sweep of its unbroken wing.
Daring Do’s heart was pounding as the ahool lumbered towards her. For the second time in a day, she was in mortal danger. Her paralysis broke, adrenaline surging through her body. Daring Do took to the air, flying out of its reach on the side of its broken wing, keeping the rigging between herself and the monster.
It kept moving across the deck, and Daring Do saw that she wasn’t its prey. It was moving towards where Mhalifu was fighting the cloaked zebra that had been thrown from its back. The zebra cultist fought with a mouth-held cutlass, Mhalifu with only a knife. But Mhalifu was the more seasoned fighter, and the zebra had not landed well and was struggling with a limp. After moments of furious clashing, both blades were sent spinning across the floor. The ahool stumbled closer.
Daring Do caught sight of the ropes trailing behind it, the lassos still around the ahool’s neck. She dove for the deck and caught the ropes in her mouth. She landed behind the huge beast and pulled. The ahool jerked to a stop with an enraged howl.
“No, your Empress’ will not win the fight,” Mhalifu spat as her right hoof slammed into the cultist’s muzzle. “When her secrets are exposed to light.” Mhalifu’s left forehoof slammed into his chin, the uppercut sending him stumbling back. Mhalifu spun to deliver a hard buck to the zebra cultist’s exposed stomach, driving the wind out of him.
The monstrous ahool struggled towards its prey, even with Daring Do trying to pull it back. Her hooves slipped and slid in the warm blood coating the deck.
“You… fools… will expose... nothing!” the cultist gasped, curling up on the deck as the shadow of the ahool fell across him and Mhalifu. “…we have… your sacrifice.” The cultist spat. “…and soon… we will have the Amulet…”
Daring Do flew upwards, straining as the ahool clawed its way within arms reach of the Uasi’s captian. The ropes tightened around the beast’s neck.
“No, you won’t.” Mhalifu seemed oblivious to the ahool, now within claws reach, struggling to strike while it struggled for air. The zebra captain’s attention was completely locked on the cultist. She scooped up the fallen scimitar. “In Ahuizotl’s name!”
Fifth Pad Ends
Origin Story:
Origin Story (Prologue & Framing)
Origin Story (Part One)
Origin Story (Part Two)
Origin Story (Part Three)
Origin Story (Part Four)
Origin Story (Part Five)
Origin Story (Part Six)
Origin Story (Part Seven)
Origin Story (Part Eight)
Origin Story (Epilogue)
Oh my. What morass of intrigue did the young Daring fall into? Also, very interesting how she got separated from herself. Not sure what to make of that.
And in the present... well, experience only gets you so far when your body isn't cooperating. Interesting how she invokes Dash, though I suppose I can't think of anyone more appropriate.
(Also, starting at "Before she can answer," you shift tenses for a bit. Just a heads-up.)
I continue to love this. Looking forward to more.
Ahuizotl?
Now that's interesting, as well as the mention of that sacrifice. Sounds like Daring Do might be caught between something and possibly not any of it good.
I think you mean 'they flew overhead'.
I think you mean 'The rank-and-file'.
I'm not entirely sure if this is an actual error, or if I'm just reading it weird. Other than that, it was great!
I believe you meant "The rank-and-vile" and I believe there should be a the before fight.
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Only the penitent man will pass!
On the whole though, it was pretty nice of the zebra soldiers to allow Daring Do to write anything at all, having been captured. Just goes to show that they aren't all monsters. Unless of course, Daring Do isn't being completely honest in her messages... that is always a possibility. I wonder what her virtue is.
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This crossed my mind as well.
I find it sketchy that anyone can just claw through a shield unless you mean that they scared the individual enough that they couldn't maintain it or disrupted by directly applied force (like changelings and Shining Armor's shield in canon).
The ship's captain works for is in cahoots with Ahuizotl?
Things are getting very crazy
Time. To put it in cliches, you're getting too old for this shit.
Only the penitent man will pass. Perhaps the remorseful would also kneel.
Personally, I wouldn't risk my head on that guess, but it's better than no guess at all. I'd be more confident if I saw somepony go in and then a head come rolling out, because really it's not that hard to think of ducking when faced with a trap at neck height.
"He had wondered why ponies avoided the Everfree Forest. After seeing a manticore, he knew."
One should not immediately assume that one has found the answer when one may have merely found an answer.
To the southeast, you say? That's quite different from the northwest where Rainbow Dash would one day find, hinder, and assist you. Not that the temperate forest that you will be living in at the time and in which that particular adventure will take place much resembles the sort of tropical rainforest environment in which I'm given to understand you usually work, but even knowing these were different places I still didn't expect such a long commute.
Well he wasn't actually planning on coming back. He was just planning on threatening to do so. And while it may not be your fault that most of the students didn't stand by you and force the expedition to be open to all, you're conveniently located for blaming.
I think she may kind of like you. At least you did something in the face of the attack.
There's never a dull day, flying over the basin.
You heard Mhalifu. Are you daring enough to do more than cower? Around here, there's nopony to hurt who isn't already in danger anyway.
Are ahool claws similar to hellhound claws? I don't think I've ever even heard anything about the magic within hellhound claws, but there's got to be some for them to be so unnaturally sharp. Convergent evolution in action if so, I presume.
So, Ahuizotl stands opposed to the Empress? Sounds like a fight I'd like to stay out of.
2581254 Hellhounds can do it. Why should they be the only ones? I doubt Packer has any great talent with shields anyway; it probably doesn't come up that much for him.
2579877 I don't know who told you that "rank-and-vile" is a common phrase, but you should probably stop trusting them.