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FIC: Rolling In the Deep (3/?) [Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim]
Title: Rolling In the Deep
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Characters: Riddick/Vaako
Summary: The Basilica crashed. Everyone's dealing with it.
A cryo-locker had a bit of life to it. As long as it remained undamaged it could maintain its passenger for a little over six months while separated from main power.
And when that time gave up, it blew its hatches and released its passenger. To survive or die, that was up to circumstance.
Six months after the crash, all the seals broke. Everyone that was going to wake up did. The others... They drowned in their sleep, never realizing what had happened.
A mass of crew assembled. Lords and ladies wandered around in a flutter of confusion. The gravity generators were offline. The floor slanted worryingly. People were shouting to be heard, wanting to know what had happened.
"Shut up!"
Instinct had driven them to the throne room. The Riddick was there.
Lord Marshal of the Necromongers, shirtless and with his beasts prowling around his legs. It was not a comforting sight.
But he was their Lord Marshal. He spoke, and they obeyed.
Silence spread. They waited for him to guide them.
It amused Riddick every time he saw those Necros bow their stiff necks and submit. He could kill every single one of them, and it was his choice to refrain. They had given themselves to him, and those that had fought had died.
Such was the way of these living undead. They walked around, waiting for him to ghost them, loving the taste of death. It disgusted him nearly as much as it amused him, and sometimes he wondered if they realized what they had brought into their midst. What kind of man he wasn't.
They bowed and worshiped him, turned to him for answers as their precious Lord Marshal.
He sometimes wondered how hard they would fight back if he decided to kill them.
"The Basilica has crash landed on an uncharted world." He stroked his hand over the head of Precious, his favorite hell hound. She made a growling chirrup of pleasure, pressing back against his palm. "Most systems are offline, though at least we've got life support."
He grinned, knowing it looked unpleasant. "Big sections of the ship are flooded. If we can't get things fixed, I hope everyone can swim."
"I've already issued orders to emergency work crews." Commander Siberius Vaako strode into the throne room. He seemed completely unbothered by the wildly tilted floor and his uniform looked as neatly put together as always.
Riddick couldn't help a sense of pleasure when he saw the First of Commanders. "I thought you'd done bought it. Your quarters are in the section that's flooded." Riddick looked around. "Where's your Dame?"
Vaako's lips pulled tight. "Dead. Our quarters are flooded. She drowned before I woke up."
"Pity." Riddick bit back the comment about witches melting in water. He needed Vaako; now wasn't the time to antagonize the man. Never mind that he squirmed so pretty.
"There's a lot of work to do," Riddick said, "and not much time to do it. You handle getting things working in here, Vaako. I'll be taking a squad to see what's happening topside."
"Should you not wait, milord?" A noble in a dragonskin dress asked. Her blond hair was mussed from her hurried escape from her quarters. The lace hem of her dress still dripped water, though her expression was controlled.
Riddick bared his teeth in a smile. "We ain't got much choice. The way we're slanted, we're half outta the water. And I hear rats scratching to get in.
"I don't much plan to let a bunch of scavengers dismantle this ship. Not when it's our only means off this rock."
"We'll get systems back online." Vaako gave a bow of his head. There was a clench to his jaw that suggested he would rather Riddick stay to handle the repairs while he took the scouting squad. But he wouldn't think to question the Lord Marshal in public.
Sometimes it's nice to have a zealot, Riddick mused. "Get this ship able to fly. Rescue those that need rescuing. I'll handle our rat problem."
A chorus of voices responded, "Yes Lord Marshal."
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Characters: Riddick/Vaako
Summary: The Basilica crashed. Everyone's dealing with it.
A cryo-locker had a bit of life to it. As long as it remained undamaged it could maintain its passenger for a little over six months while separated from main power.
And when that time gave up, it blew its hatches and released its passenger. To survive or die, that was up to circumstance.
Six months after the crash, all the seals broke. Everyone that was going to wake up did. The others... They drowned in their sleep, never realizing what had happened.
A mass of crew assembled. Lords and ladies wandered around in a flutter of confusion. The gravity generators were offline. The floor slanted worryingly. People were shouting to be heard, wanting to know what had happened.
"Shut up!"
Instinct had driven them to the throne room. The Riddick was there.
Lord Marshal of the Necromongers, shirtless and with his beasts prowling around his legs. It was not a comforting sight.
But he was their Lord Marshal. He spoke, and they obeyed.
Silence spread. They waited for him to guide them.
It amused Riddick every time he saw those Necros bow their stiff necks and submit. He could kill every single one of them, and it was his choice to refrain. They had given themselves to him, and those that had fought had died.
Such was the way of these living undead. They walked around, waiting for him to ghost them, loving the taste of death. It disgusted him nearly as much as it amused him, and sometimes he wondered if they realized what they had brought into their midst. What kind of man he wasn't.
They bowed and worshiped him, turned to him for answers as their precious Lord Marshal.
He sometimes wondered how hard they would fight back if he decided to kill them.
"The Basilica has crash landed on an uncharted world." He stroked his hand over the head of Precious, his favorite hell hound. She made a growling chirrup of pleasure, pressing back against his palm. "Most systems are offline, though at least we've got life support."
He grinned, knowing it looked unpleasant. "Big sections of the ship are flooded. If we can't get things fixed, I hope everyone can swim."
"I've already issued orders to emergency work crews." Commander Siberius Vaako strode into the throne room. He seemed completely unbothered by the wildly tilted floor and his uniform looked as neatly put together as always.
Riddick couldn't help a sense of pleasure when he saw the First of Commanders. "I thought you'd done bought it. Your quarters are in the section that's flooded." Riddick looked around. "Where's your Dame?"
Vaako's lips pulled tight. "Dead. Our quarters are flooded. She drowned before I woke up."
"Pity." Riddick bit back the comment about witches melting in water. He needed Vaako; now wasn't the time to antagonize the man. Never mind that he squirmed so pretty.
"There's a lot of work to do," Riddick said, "and not much time to do it. You handle getting things working in here, Vaako. I'll be taking a squad to see what's happening topside."
"Should you not wait, milord?" A noble in a dragonskin dress asked. Her blond hair was mussed from her hurried escape from her quarters. The lace hem of her dress still dripped water, though her expression was controlled.
Riddick bared his teeth in a smile. "We ain't got much choice. The way we're slanted, we're half outta the water. And I hear rats scratching to get in.
"I don't much plan to let a bunch of scavengers dismantle this ship. Not when it's our only means off this rock."
"We'll get systems back online." Vaako gave a bow of his head. There was a clench to his jaw that suggested he would rather Riddick stay to handle the repairs while he took the scouting squad. But he wouldn't think to question the Lord Marshal in public.
Sometimes it's nice to have a zealot, Riddick mused. "Get this ship able to fly. Rescue those that need rescuing. I'll handle our rat problem."
A chorus of voices responded, "Yes Lord Marshal."