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FIC: Rolling In the Deep (8/?) Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Title: Rolling In the Deep
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Other Places: AO3.
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world.
"This is impossible." Vaako sat back hard in his desk chair.
He didn't want to believe, but he'd had his results checked twice.
They had crossed the Threshold.
The Lord Marshal should have taken his shuttle into the abyss, but something had gone wrong. The Basilica had jerked out of parking orbit while they were still preparing for the ceremonial feast. It had been navigated straight into the wormhole.
"And the unworthy all died." He huffed a humorless laugh and dug his fingers into his leg.
He drew in a deep breath and stood. He had a job to do.
The Lord Marshal would protect the ship while Vaako would get it running again. He began issuing commands to his aides and they crafted the orders to be sent out to the lower ranks.
His soldiers were counting on him. He would not fail them.
Vaako vowed to survive this Test and prove that he deserved a place with the Most Holy. Though he was unworthy of the honor, he would not turn away from this challenge. He was Faithful.
The Lord Marshal would serve as an anchor point. He would guide them through this test and carry them to the other side. As long as they believed in him and let him lead them, they would survive.
Vaako chose to believe. He would not allow fear to have a place in his heart. He would perform his duty. He was a Necromonger. He was Faithful.
He curled his fingers into fists and refused to admit that his hands were shaking. It must have been excitement.
* * *
The emergency service hatch was a tight squeeze. Riddick couldn't imagine anyone using the claustrophobic little tunnel for anything more than a real emergency. It opened up in a closet-sized cabin with a door lock Riddick had to use his universal override on to release.
Necromongers didn't seem overly concerned with comfort and personal safety.
Precious pressed up against his hand and he scratched her cheek ridges as they waited for the others.
If it had been him alone he would have picked off the rats one by one until there were none left. With his squad of Necros at his beck and call, he figured they could make things a bit more exciting.
"We'll keep some alive," he said. "There's no reason we shouldn't find out all we can about this rock we've landed on. I ain't planning on lingering long, but if they kick up too much of a fuss I might let you convert the locals."
He could practically smell the heightened interest. Necros were always hot to go out Converting, spreading their religion across the universe. He hadn't let them get their jollies off in a while, but he figured they deserved a bit of incentive.
If the rats wanted to play, he figured they should get what they deserved. A bunch of Necros following them home would teach them that finder's keepers didn't apply to anything he claimed as his own. And this ship was his.
Riddick went out first, Precious and the other hellhounds trailing close behind. He could hear the subvocal growl beneath her panting breaths, the anticipation of violence rising.
She was ready to rip someone up. He could relate.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Other Places: AO3.
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world.
"This is impossible." Vaako sat back hard in his desk chair.
He didn't want to believe, but he'd had his results checked twice.
They had crossed the Threshold.
The Lord Marshal should have taken his shuttle into the abyss, but something had gone wrong. The Basilica had jerked out of parking orbit while they were still preparing for the ceremonial feast. It had been navigated straight into the wormhole.
"And the unworthy all died." He huffed a humorless laugh and dug his fingers into his leg.
He drew in a deep breath and stood. He had a job to do.
The Lord Marshal would protect the ship while Vaako would get it running again. He began issuing commands to his aides and they crafted the orders to be sent out to the lower ranks.
His soldiers were counting on him. He would not fail them.
Vaako vowed to survive this Test and prove that he deserved a place with the Most Holy. Though he was unworthy of the honor, he would not turn away from this challenge. He was Faithful.
The Lord Marshal would serve as an anchor point. He would guide them through this test and carry them to the other side. As long as they believed in him and let him lead them, they would survive.
Vaako chose to believe. He would not allow fear to have a place in his heart. He would perform his duty. He was a Necromonger. He was Faithful.
He curled his fingers into fists and refused to admit that his hands were shaking. It must have been excitement.
* * *
The emergency service hatch was a tight squeeze. Riddick couldn't imagine anyone using the claustrophobic little tunnel for anything more than a real emergency. It opened up in a closet-sized cabin with a door lock Riddick had to use his universal override on to release.
Necromongers didn't seem overly concerned with comfort and personal safety.
Precious pressed up against his hand and he scratched her cheek ridges as they waited for the others.
If it had been him alone he would have picked off the rats one by one until there were none left. With his squad of Necros at his beck and call, he figured they could make things a bit more exciting.
"We'll keep some alive," he said. "There's no reason we shouldn't find out all we can about this rock we've landed on. I ain't planning on lingering long, but if they kick up too much of a fuss I might let you convert the locals."
He could practically smell the heightened interest. Necros were always hot to go out Converting, spreading their religion across the universe. He hadn't let them get their jollies off in a while, but he figured they deserved a bit of incentive.
If the rats wanted to play, he figured they should get what they deserved. A bunch of Necros following them home would teach them that finder's keepers didn't apply to anything he claimed as his own. And this ship was his.
Riddick went out first, Precious and the other hellhounds trailing close behind. He could hear the subvocal growl beneath her panting breaths, the anticipation of violence rising.
She was ready to rip someone up. He could relate.