//------------------------------// // Chapter 3: Things falling apart // Story: Daring Do: A survivor is born // by andmos //------------------------------// Daring Do: A survivor is born Chapter 3: Things falling apart Written by: Andmos Editor: wildberk Proofreader: Rainbowwithextradash ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Following story is based on My little Pony: Friendship is Magic and Tomb Raider. All rights and prestige deserved by the respective owners and accompany. This story has no knowledge to the game Tomb Raider and can contain spoilers unknowingly. You have been warned. Big thanks to my fellow pre-readers, my editor and my proofreader. Without your help, this story would not even exist. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tears were scattered around the poor golden pegasus. She had cried longer then she had admitted to herself. After what she had discovered, she was afraid that all of the crews in the ship have the same fate. She was alone and she knew it. However, life had to go on. She would remember the unicorn mare and survive this island for her. She started her tears when the stallions that kept the body had leaved it there for eternal peace. It was dawn, the red orange light from the sun and the clouds make the whole place cozier that it was. The Endurance was broken in half by the scars that were lying down. Some dark clouds were building up in the distance, but they were to no treat for her and the ship right now. Daring knew that there was a radio communication in the ship and some first aid, but where had to be another problem. Must likely she had to go over the whole ship for the necessary equipment. She began to search the aft of the ship. The main reason because that the aft rested in the ground. The metal sang when she stepped on it. It was dark and scary when the boat had no life in it. The electric that ran to the light has gone and only the famous EXIT light where visible in the hallways. Claustrophobia hit her when she got in the hallway. Metal wined by the weight of the mare. Daring was proud of being normal weight, however, she cursed herself to being fat as she felled like right there and then. It was like walking in Manehatten in the dark hours alone, she did not like it. Every corner was a treat of what dangerous trap that was in the boat. Everything from light to darkness filled her with adrenalin. She knew this corridor. It was the corridor she was in when the accident happened. She turned right into her cabin. The green shades of light were her only light source for now, and she had something that would be a large help for her while she navigated in the ship. The cabin had seen better days. It was evidence that an accident had happened in here, but the cabin was nearly unchanged as if no one had lived there. There was the wardrobe she had her things. It was hiding inside the only mirror in the cabin. She opened it, and there lying in front of her was her flashlight and saddle. She was wondering how a saddle was in her wardroom, but when she ask someone, all they said was that she needed it. And Celestia she needed it right there and then. A sound back from her flank was all she needed to grab the flashlight and turned it on and set it to her mouth. As she turned, she saw an earth pony that was big, handsome and scary in the light. “Wow, easy there, fellow. We don’t want to kill each other.” She knew that accent; it was one geek from Manehatten. “Roger, is it you?” she asked. “The one and only. Obvious you must be Daring Do,” he grinned at that. What Daring had known from him was that he was good in the history and had experience from all over Equestria. He liked to be the one with the logic and be the one who knew everything about everything. He was quite handsome stallion and the mares were on to him like flies into the light. Daring had her lesson that even the biggest geek could be the most handsomest. She remembered the day they met. ***3 weeks earlier*** Daring held a yellow saddlebag on her flank. The seagulls screamed, the boats engines roared. Smells of fish and oil filled her nose. Around her, ponies everywhere jobbed on to grain the extra bit they did not earn. She was in the harbor. Right in front of her was Endurance. The boat she would take to a unknown land she has been dreamed on for years. A stallion with black mane and coat that fit with the black was in front of her. He was muscular and had a snipe in his mouth. “Hi there fellow, over here! Yes, you with golden coat.” Daring blushed and trotted to him. The white smoke from Endurance filled her nose with more smells of oil. “You want to speak to me?” “Yes, are you Daring Do?” “The one and only. Have I got in the wrong ship?” “Oh no, I’m only ask you because of this,” the stallion said while he shoved a computer into her face. “Um, I don’t know what you are talking about.” “This,” said the stallion with pride “is the latest technology on the market now. It will be our new map when we hit the water.” Daring saw it. The computer looked hoofheld and very difficult to use. It was gray and had an bitten apple in the desk. She had heard of computers before. Anypony in Canterlot had heard of it. However, she did not use any of the new technology on the market to help her with daily life. “Roger, get your flank up to the deck or I will use your tail as a mop to swab the whole ship from bow to stern,” another voice came from the deck. “Coming Cap. Just welcoming our newest member of the crew,” shouted the earth pony back. “The boss called, catch you later Do,” and with that he disappear to the deck. Daring only shaken her head for what she saw and heard. It looks like this was going to be an interesting trip. ***Present*** “And that is how I got here,” Roger had seemed upset with how Steff died. Daring had told him how she came here and what had happened after the crash. Roger thought for a moment. He mumbles something under his mouth that Daring could not understand. “Yes…but…hmmm…maybe…no, it is not right…” and so on until he hit it. “Listen Daring, I have a device that needed to be repaired. A communications device, which can also track the pony that holds it. I need a part that is somewhere in this boat. However, I don’t know where that part is. Nevertheless, I have a blueprint how that part looks like and tools to repair it when I get the part.” Daring stopped him there. “Wait, let me guess. You want me to find the part and bring it to you so you can fix the device.” Roger nodded as an answer. Daring sighted, she did not like where this would go. “Did you contact help with the radio?” Roger shakes his head and answered, “The radio is destroyed. The only thing that will keep us into any civil contact is that thing over here,” he then shows Daring what the part was, “And that’s the easy part. The hard part will have to mount it into the radio. You have to find the part before we can repair the radio. After the message has delivered, you can keep the device. It can keep us in touch. Are you in?” The golden mare thought about it. The more and more she thought, the more and more it was clearer. It had to be done. She nodded. “Ok, good,” Roger said. “When this part is found, meet me here and we will see what to do next.” Daring was about to go when the stallion stopped her. “And please get back here alive. I don’t want to have another mare dead.” Daring smiled and walked out her cabin with a flashlight and the saddlele. She was again alone in the world. *** Daring Do was scared. The long corridors, the heavy doors and no light except the flashlight made the ship she had familiarized herself with, a place that could have a murder in one of the comers without her noticing it. Not that it was one of those gangs that were suddenly interested in this ship. She quickly came to the command deck of the ship. She opened the door that stood “Command Deck authorized personnel Only”. She winced when she saw it. The room that should been there was replaced with a wide gap to the rest of the boat. It looked like the ship had splinted in two in the front. She groaned, why could it never be easy? She looked around and found an alternative route to the Command Deck. A way covered in sharp steal with climbing possibilities that went all up to the command deck. She jumped over the gap. As she jumped over, she could not oversee the view to the endless sea. It was dawn and the yellow-red color that reflected into the seawater made a beautiful sight to see. Far above, some dark clouds of danger that was creeping nearby the yellow colored sun. It was beautiful in a different way. The moon was visible from the east. It shined weak in the evening sunset. It was a full moon, and the reflex of a mare stared at her with some wise, powerful eyes. She reaches the front of the boat with a huff. She grabbed the nearest possible thing in her view, namely a metal stick that was stuck in the ship’s fuselage. The stick bent down by her weight. She winced she was not that fat. The golden pegasus started to follow the metal stick to the fuselage. The metal sagged from the weight of her, but never gave way. It was hard to get to the fuselage; she had no grip of the stick as she struggled for her life. Her weight did not make anything thing easier for her, as she was forcing herself to the destination with only two hoofs and the rest of the body went down towards to the cliffs. She pushed and dragged, pushed and dragged. It went slowly and steady, until she finely got to the end. She got foot grip of her back hoofs when she was on the fuselage. She took a deep breath. She made it so far, now she had to get up. She saw up to the sky. The dark clouds she had seen for some time now was about half a mile towards her and the ship. The storm was getting closer. The fuselage had bolts together that were in visible from 10 meters or less. It was small in sight, but not small enough for the proposal Daring had thought out. Left front hoof up. Left back hoof up. Right front hoof up. Right back hoof up. Rest and repeat. She climbed up the bolts towards the Command Deck slowly and steady. Suddenly, the road split in half. One went up and the other was to some lower deck. Daring exhausted by climbing up those bolts. The hoof grip was sloppy and it felt like two steps forward and one-step back, like the dance Jenka. She took the road that was in the lower deck. She could easily find her way up to the deck level from there. When she made it there, a flashing light came from one of the cabins.Curiosity took the best of the golden mare while she walked in to the reflected light source. It was Roger’s cabin. Under the bed was a piece of metal. She looked into the blueprint that she had with her from the earth pony. It looked just like the blueprint, only a lot smaller. “No wonder why he didn’t find this. It was under the bed,” she smiled and took it with her. She went down towards the stairs. It took bit time to find it, but she did find it and went up towards the deck. It was blowing into a storm. The warm wind that came into her mane warned her to take some shelter in the cabin. Daring had been a weather mare some months before this expedition, and she learned that if it was dark clouds above her and warm wind, it was not too long before the first raindrop fell from the sky. Actually, a mare called herself Raindrop, and the employees joked about that name when it began to rain. Anyway, she finally got to the Command Deck. She started to seek out the floor and the deck. The Command deck was in good shape, even when the boat hit land. A wheal with some tags into it was front behind the front glasses. A compass that was attest into a pipe was right behind the wheel. It pointed into 35. Daring always wonder how they read the compass when it pointed into one of the numbers. She could understand that W stand for West, E for East and so on. It had many other instruments around the room. Something was also in the middle. A broken radio was to her left, some broken instruments to her right. Nothing so far, then it hit her. A white box with a red cross in the middle was standing there right next to the radio. She ran towards it and open it. A bandage, some tapes and medicament were right there. She started to fix her broken left wing. It hurts, but it was a good pain. That meant the wing still was intact. A flash and thunder so loud that it leaved her with a monotone high pith noise, she stumbled into one of the ships weak points. The floor fell with a loud slow noise. It literally collapsed from her weight. Daring tried to recover, and then a piece of metal hit her hard on the head. She fell unconscious in a bed of metal. The rain dripped into her mane and destroyed her newly bandaged wing… To be continue.