Prologue: Ancestor - Mateo Montoya
Main Title: Assassin's Creed: Conquest by Assassin Creed Univrs
-Joshua and Ororo's cabin, Present Day-
Ororo Tempest slowly woke up in her own bed after having spent a week in the hospital after giving birth to her and her fiancé's daughter, Laura.
Said baby girl had a mix of their skin tones, her own white hair (there was a small tuft on her head) and Joshua's brown eyes. She also had a birthmark on her forehead that reminded them of an eagle's skull. It was small, barely noticeable at first glance, but it was there.
As the woman sat up, she noticed that her soon-to-be husband wasn't in bed with her, and their week old daughter wasn't in her crib.
'Is he making breakfast?' She wondered before the scent of eggs hit her now, answering her question.
Getting up and putting some clothes on, she slowly walked out and saw her lover getting some eggs and bacon ready, causing the woman's mouth to water since she'd been craving that like mad while she was pregnant.
Laura, meanwhile, was seated in a baby safe cradle swing across from her father while he helped her drink a bottle of refrigerated mother's milk—which the tiny girl drank up greedily and without so much as a complaint.
As you may have guessed, she was a very easy baby to take care of.
"Oh, breakfast smells lovely." Ororo moaned in delight as she approached, causing her lover to smile as he turned to look at her.
"Help yourself to your plate. I'll be busy with our little sweetie over here for a bit." He told her.
"Is there a plan for the Animus today? I mean, you're still recovering from the last session and Calvin's also not going back anytime soon this week since he just finished Sequence 2 and 3 of Ryse's memories yesterday." The woman questioned as she fixed her breakfast.
"I talked with the others about that, actually." Joshua began. "If you're alright with it, you can take your own Animus dive and see who you have in your family tree." He continued, causing the Sage woman to blink in surprise.
"Um… Not that I'm complaining, but why?" She asked.
"Well, you have a strong body that can do a lot, but no real Assassin training." The man replied. "Part of the aim here is to get you some Assassin moves via the bleeding effect, but we need to do it carefully." He added. "Kinda like they did with Desmond." He continued. "Plus…" He mused, walking around his wife-to-be and hugged her around her now slightly pudgy waist. "The exercise that the practice gives you could help you lose the baby weight." He added.
This caused the woman to blush as she remembered her having become much curvier since having Laura, and on top of that, her breasts had grown a cup size to a G-Cup due to it and the milk she was producing—which caused her to be rather rudely be called a hucow once or twice by a few people in stores when she went to by regular milk.
Joshua would've punched their lights out had he been there to hear that…
"I suppose the exercise would do me wonders, wouldn't it?" She mused.
"I just want to make sure you stay healthy." The man told her as he kissed her on the cheek. "You're my wife to be and the mother of my daughter, if I can't help you take care of yourself, then what the hell good am I?" He added as he set Laura's basket on the hook of the swing as it rocked her back and forth, a lullaby playing whilst a modelle spun overhead, lulling the infant asleep.
"How considerate." Ororo smiled as she kissed him on his lips.
(Later)
-American Brotherhood Sanctuary, Present Day-
Ororo yawned as she took a sip of her coffee while Calvin and Sarah calibrated the Animus for her. It wasn't much of a problem for them since they'd done this before when the former decided to dive into Ryse's memories, but it was still necessary to not cause any unintended issues.
As she waited for the Animus to get readied for her, she wondered what kind of ancestor's shoes she'd be stepping into. Could it be a soldier from the French Revolution? A tribal warrior from a random point in the past?
She was growing more curious as she thought about it.
"Alright, that should do it." Sarah said. "Go ahead, 'Ro, you're good to go." The blonde told her.
"Right." The woman nodded as she sat down, the blood sample that she provided being slotted in before she was sent into the machine's HUD. The area around her was now white and seemed to be fragmented, slowly piecing itself together as she walked around.
Animus Active.
Simulation Calibration in Progress.
User: Ororo Tempest.
Please stand by for genetic match synchronization…
"Ororo?" Sarah asked.
"Can you hear us?" Mael questioned.
"Yes. Loud and clear." The woman responded with a nod. "What am I looking at here?" She asked, looking around the strange space she was in.
"A testing area for you to get adjusted to the Animus' controls." Sarah replied as she made some obstacles appear. "Let's get you started with some parkour. She continued as a parkour course finished forming.
The woman nodded as she started running while some Animus tutorials showed her how to properly handle her form.
"Okay now climb these objects." Calvin prompted as a white wall with some grabstones appeared in front of her.
Ororo proceeded to climb up some small walls and then scale a bigger one, as well as having to swing over to an adjacent ledge before climbing up.
"Now, freerun your way through this obstacle course." Joshua instructed as an entire obstacle course appeared before her.
The woman did so as she ran through narrow pathways, grab jumped up walls to ledges, slid down inclines and climbed up walls that were shaped like the current year, 2019. This was to test how well she could move along and up ledges without slipping.
"Okay, now to spice things up a bit. Let's see how you handle these constraints." Sarah said as she made some simulations of Templar soldiers appear.
"They're things that can help increase your synchronization levels. Try air assassination by killing these two Templars." Calvin added as the woman made her way to a pole perch.
Looking down at the simulated soldier, Ororo popped her neck before she leaped, the hidden blade on her left arm from the simulation deploying and allowing her to 'kill' him. Then she jumped along a series of pole perches to find another one, and she took him out too.
She then started scaling a building that looked to be Spanish in construction before she made her way to the roof and leapt off, landing on the ground in front of what looked like a castle as the world started piecing together around her—and she took on the visage of her Ancestor.
Her ancestor looked to be a Spaniard in his early to mid twenties, had long black hair that curled around his shoulders, brown eyes that were complete with a fair skin tone. Feature wise, he reminded the group of how a younger Inigo Montoya from the Princess Bride would have been described, or Tulio from Road to El Dorado.
He was also garbed in armor that Mael and Joshua recognized.
"Wait, a Spanish Conquistador?" Joshua noted upon getting a full view of the armor the man was wearing.
"Good, now we can build the world. Just keep walking, should come into focus soon…" Sarah said as the animus adjusted.
-Alcazar Palace, Madrid, Spain 1518-
"Good morning, sir, how are you?" A soldier in a traditional (for the time period) guard outfit addressed the young man as he approached the door, a pike in hand.
"I am well, thank you." The man nodded in reply. "I am here on business. The King has summoned me for reasons I'd like to find out." He continued, showing a letter to the soldier.
"And your name, senior?" A second guard questioned, this one being a brute with a polearm in hand.
"My name is Mateo Montoya." The young man replied, adjusting his morion helmet under his arm.
"Head on in, then." The first guard prompted as he opened the door for him, allowing Mateo entry.
As the man made his way through the borough styled halls of the palace, mesmerized by the pure grandeur of the castle before him, which was honestly a far cry for his own family's far smaller palace, which was in much simpler Spanish Neoclassical.
After a short walk, he came to the throne room where the King of Spain/Holy Roman Emperor sat on his throne, Charles Habsburg V himself—Habsburg Jaw Line and all.
The man was currently dressed in a more casual outfit that was all black, complete with a hat. He also looked to be in his later forties to early fifties. He also had blue eyes.
"My king, you requested I speak with you?" Mateo questioned, kneeling in front of the threshold where the lane to the throne and the throne met.
"Indeed I did, sir Montoya." The king nodded. "I have decided that I wish for you to assist in the conquista of our territory in the Americas, in the New World." He continued.
"Where am I to assist?" Mateo inquired.
"The lands that are to be conquered by the conquistador Senior Hernan Cortez." The man replied.
"By your will, sire." Mateo replied. "When am I to leave?" He inquired once more.
"In one week's time. Ensure you are ready by then." Charles told him in reply. That was all the Conquistador needed to hear.
"Si, mi Maestro." The conquistador nodded as he stood and walked away, putting his helmet on and adjusting his Spanish Conquistador Rapier on his belt as the memory concluded.
Memory: Conquest Ho.
Synched.
Proceeding to next memory…
-Atlantic Ocean, Day 2, 1518-
Mateo sighed as he sat back in the seat of his quarters as the ship he was on, the Hispaniola sailed across the open Atlantic Ocean, the weather being rather well-to-do for the first leg of the voyage.
It was actually rather boring, almost.
Deciding to head topside for some air, he left his quarters and headed up the stairs. He noted the various sailors doing their work in keeping the ship afloat and moving, and the captain steering it.
"What brings you up here, senior?" One of the few Spanish sailors aboard questioned as he adjusted some rope.
"Just a bit of fresh air, nothing more." The conquistador replied as held his hand above his forehead to look at the sky—and noticed that a large cluster of clouds was not far behind them. "Hmmm…" He mused.
"You see the storm too?" The ship's quartermaster noted as he approached the man with a few sailors taking a rest from their tasks.
"Indeed. I hope it doesn't prove too much for the ship." Mateo nodded.
"It won't, senior. The Hispaniola is one of the most powerful ships on the seas. We'll be fine." A sailor told him, hopping off a crate. "I know, how about a bit desporte to get your mind off it?" He suggested.
"Muy bien. I could go for a few rounds." Mateo shrugged in reply.
The two then got into combat stances as the other sailors all gathered around them to watch. The sailor in question, Esteban, was the first to strike, but Ororo took control of Mateo and made him counter the attack—blocking and going into a multiple body blow combo.
Esteban took a second to recover, and then went in for a haymaker only for the Conquistador to block it and push him back. Then he went in and landed four punches on his stomach, which hurt a good bit.
The man then tried again, only for a counter kill to be performed where after blocking, Mateo then grabbed Esteban by the arm and flipped him over his shoulder onto his back—and finished with a stomp to the gut.
"OOOOOH!" The rest of the sailors watching collectively winced.
"Next!" Mateo challenged, adrenaline pumping through his veins now.
"I'll take you on." Another sailor, Alejandro the cannon's man, said as he approached the conquistador, his body being stouter than the average sailor on the ship.
"Let's go, then." The Spaniard smirked as he put his fists up.
Alejandro went in for an (admittedly) sloppy left hook, and Mateo capitalized on that with a punch to the ribs to throw him off due to pain. It worked, and he got another window to punch him in the face, forcing him back.
Mateo then started to press the attack and punched the man over and over before kicking him in the stomach and nailing him with a punch to the face, sending him falling to the floor of the ship.
"Damn, he got another one!" One of the sailors exclaimed in disbelief.
"Next!" Mateo grinned, eager to go another round.
"Let's change things up." The quartermaster, Torres, said as he drew his sword—a saber, specifically.
"Let's go, then." The Spaniard chuckled as he drew his rapier and got ready. The rest of the sailors immediately backed off to give them room since they didn't want to get stabbed or cut.
The fight started with the Conquistador striking twice in quick succession before being blocked, then there was a blade slide that Torres tried to press with a punch, but Mateo caught it and headbutt him with his helmet.
Forced to stagger back holding his nose– where a bruise was forming– and force himself to recover, he was too slow to stop Mateo from pointing his rapier at his throat.
"... I yield." Torres conceded.
"Smart." The Spanish soldier nodded.
"As much as I enjoyed the show, I think it's time you got back to work!" The captain called from the wheel.
"Si Senior!" The other soldiers nodded as the conquistador approached the captain.
"Seems there's a storm just a few days out from our plotted course." Mateo noted.
"I noticed it, too." "The captain nodded back in reply. "It won't be a problem for us, but I do hope it dissipates, or weakens, at the very least. A lot of ships are often lost because of those." He continued.
"That we can agree on." The young man nodded. "I'll be below decks. Buenas tardes, senior." He added as he walked away.
(Later)
-Atlantic Ocean, day 14-
Mateo slept most of the day below decks before the sound of Thunder and cannon fire awoke him from his slumber—causing him to roll off his cot and onto the floor before getting back up, quickly rushing to the top decks to see what was going on.
"What's happening?!" He yelled over the apparently pouring rain.
"There's a French ship attacking us! We're trying to fight back!" One of the other sailors yelled back in reply.
Mateo was quick to run to the captain who was trying to direct his men in fighting back.
"Choraquo! Our helmsman is down!" He cursed.
"I can take the helm until a new one can be roused, just keep the men calm!" The conquistador called over the rain and chaos.
"Steer well, then!" The captain nodded as he went to calm his men.
Popping his neck, Mateo grabbed the wheel and started steering the ship, doing his best to dodge cannon fire from the attacking French ship. As he did, the crew rushed to get their counter attack ready, some fumbling around as they did before recovering.
"Fire!" The man yelled, prompting the cannons to fire on the ship in question, where a crosshair mark appeared on the hud of the animus for a power shot, which Ororo took.
The volley struck true, and did a decent amount of damage to the enemy ship, but not enough to slow it down. Mateo cursed as he saw the telltale signs of cannons firing from the French ship.
"BRACE!" He yelled, prompting everyone to brace themselves as the cannon shots struck their ship and nearly knocked everyone on their asses.
"I'll take the helm! But we need to secure a main chord up top before the mast is strained beyond repair!" Torres said as he ran to the wheel.
"I'll fix it for you, as quickly as possible!" Mateo told him as he rushed away.
Acting fast, he used a pulley to get himself to the top of the mast and looked around. Then he spotted what he hoped was the main chord flapping in the wind, and rushed to tend to it.
He was quick to freerun, hop and clime on the masts and ropes of the ship upwards to the chord in question and was able to get it secured again, only to see Alejandro about to slip off a foremast and fall to his death.
"Hijo de puta!" He yelled in panic.
Cursing silently, Mateo started making his way across the mast as quickly and as carefully as he could to get to the man in time. He was able to do so, but only just barely, and pulled the man back up.
"Gracias, senior. I thought I was a goner." Alejandro sighed as he caught his breath.
"No problem." Mateo sighed as he looked at the French ship just in time for a volley to land on in and blow a gaping hole in the side of it, the ship listing before gradually sinking beneath the waves. "Que descanse en paz." He uttered.
(Timeskip)
-Atlantic Ocean, day 44-
After the ship was repaired and the storm settled, the voyage went on unimpeded, and now Mateo went topside to see how things were going, upon hearing seagulls outside—but seeing nothing through the fog that surrounded the Hispaniola.
"Move it now, ninos! Make ready for our arrival!" Torres called as he and captain Flores stood at the bow.
"Arrival? Imposible. I see no land! Just this damnable fog!" The conquistador stated as he looked around.
"The seagulls tell us all we need to know, senior." Flores told him. "Head up to the front mast, and you'll see." He added.
Shrugging, Mateo ran up to the front mast at the nose of the ship and hung off the edge, holding onto a rope which kept its sail secure. From there, he was able to get a clear view of their destination.
He had arrived in the New World.
Assassin's Creed: Conquest
Memory: New World Word.
Synched.
Sequence 1 complete.
Sequence 2 in progress…
ERROR! ERROR!
Virus Detected.
User integrity in jeopardy.
Ejecting user…
-American Brotherhood Sanctuary, Present Day-
Ororo shot up with a gasp as she quickly got up and went to her lover, who held her close with a sigh of relief.
"What happened? The animus glitched and suddenly threw me out!" She gasped.
"There's a virus in the system! Abstergo somehow found our network and uploaded it into our Animus!" Sarah exclaimed in reply as she worked to expunge the virus from the system.
While she worked, however, the comms suddenly crackled to life.
"Well, it would seem that our attempts at replicating Rebecca Crane's Helix Virus was a success." A female voice said.
"And just who the hell are you?" Calvin demanded.
"Violet Da Costa." Sarah spat angrily. "I'd recognize that whore's voice anywhere." She growled.
"Ah, hello there, Sarah. I see that you witnessed the fruits of my test." The now named Violet commented. "And who're you calling a whore 'White Queen' last I checked, you were the one always with your assets out for all of Ontario to see!" She snapped.
"At least I have something to flaunt." The platinum blonde retorted.
"Ladies, let us be civil, alright?" One Otso Berg chimed in. "After all, this is merely a test, not a kill strike." He added.
"Otso…You nearly fried my fiance's brain for a test?!" Joshua seethed angrily. "Do you have a death wish, or do you want to piss me off to the point I kill everyone you've so much as talked to?!" He growled.
"Quite the threat coming from someone who's never killed anyone before." Berg retorted. "But what else should I expect? You assassins allow yourselves to be ruled by petty emotions, unlike we in the Order." He added, getting an almost Mark Hamill's Joker-like laugh from Calvin.
"What's so funny, nerd?" Da Costa questioned.
"Petty emotions? That's rich coming from the guy who shot a man in the head for making his daughter cry." Calvin retorted. "How is she by the way? I do hope nothing's happened to her… or do I?" He taunted, though Joshua could tell he had no bite behind that bark.
"Don't you dare!" Otso growled.
"Then don't use us as test subjects, assclowns!" Joshua snapped. "And about me not killing anyone, sounds like someone forgot just who wrecked that posse you sent after me and my colleagues a while ago!" He remarked. He wasn't trying to brag, but he was trying to make a point that Otso was dead wrong.
"You sound almost proud of that." The Templar devotee remarked.
"Being proud of killing? Me? Don't make me laugh!" The Sage of Quetzalcoatl scoffed. "I find it pointless, but you Templars keep pushing us and pushing us, and keep acting surprised when the Assassins and people in general keep biting back." He continued.
"We make the rules, you break them, that's why you gotta die." De Costa stated.
"You don't make rules, you strip away people's ability to choose their own destiny. Corralled in a neatly furnished prison, safe and sober but dulled beyond recognition like cattle." Ororo groaned as rubbed her head. "And as someone who's been rudely compared to that, I think I'll pass on your idea of world peace." She added.
"So take your "rules" and shove them up your asses. We like our lives as free people." Joshua finished right as Sarah finished expunging the virus, killing the connection.
"Thank god and Queen Elizabeth for several feet of hard concrete, marble and bedrock." Mael sighed as he fell back in his seat. "They didn't trace us." He added.
"Even if they had, we still have Pallimon's location as a retreat." Joshua shrugged with a nod. "That may still happen, if they figure out the location of the cabin me and Ororo are living in." He added.
"Word through the grapevine is that William is still having those coordinates investigated. He says there should be results soon." Calvin commented.
"Let's hope so." Ororo nodded. "Sarah, get Rebecca on the phone, I want to have a word with her about that virus." She told her college roommate.
"Y-Yeah. Hang on." Sarah nodded with a gulp as she did that, not liking the look Ororo had.
(Later)
-Joshua and Ororo's Cabin-
The two sighed as they laid on the couch while the African woman finished letting her daughter suckle on her chest, then began burping her over her shoulder, little Laura bouncing as her mother patted her back.
"I can't believe those idiots nearly killed you for a virus test…" Joshua lamented as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I'm just glad they didn't, or things would've been worse." Ororo nodded as Laura burped before giggling, causing the two to smile.
Joshua nodded as he looked at his daughter while her tiny hand held onto his finger. "She's our little girl. And I'll do anything to keep her safe." He told his bride. "Both of you." He added, kissing Ororo. "I promise." He added.
"I know." The woman smiled as she snuggled with her lover and father of her child.
Laura Landers, meanwhile, yawned as she slept in her parents arms—snuggling up close to them in her pink onesie and the fluffy blanket she was swaddled in, warm, safe, sound and happy.
It was good to be a baby in the Landers family.
Dragon Emperor0: Hello our dear readers. This is the second in our Tie-In/Spin off stories of Assassin's Creed: Outlaw. This one actually focuses on one of the female members of the team for a change. And is set in a time period that is just oozing AC energy.
ThermalsniperN7: That's right, people! We're setting this one in the Age of Exploration. Specifically the Spanish Conquest of Mexico! You'll be seeing the Aztec and Mayan civilizations here, along with the… Honestly bullshit events associated with these points in history.
Dragon Emperor0: Yeah. Though given how we set up this little prologue, I wonder if you readers will be able to guess what Assassins Creed games we're taking inspiration from for this one's story? Let us know in the Reviews. Anyway, everyone, see you all next time!
