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FIC: Rolling In the Deep (13/?) Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Title: Rolling In the Deep
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Character: Riddick, Vaako
Other Places: AO3.
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world. The Necros and Riddick have to deal with the natives. And giant monsters.
Over the course of his years amongst the Necromongers Vaako had been introduced to many human societies. There had never been a clear explanation for how humans had spread out so far across the universe, but there were always some similarities between each group.
Galactic Standard was the most common language, and even planets that hadn't experienced offworld visitors in thousands of years had some form of Standard in their history. So it was an oddity to receive the Interrogator's report: the prisoners had never heard even a variation of Standard.
"Are you certain the Mind Probe was calibrated correctly? Perhaps the machinery was thrown out of true during the crash."
Drommich was too well trained to show disdain, but it was a subtle undercurrent. "The machine is calibrated correctly. I was able to pull complete histories from the prisoners' and none of them has any familiarity with Standard. They have been completely isolated. Not even the usual planet pirate assaults."
"Hm." Vaako flicked through the report again. It was always odd to see entire lives distilled into formally worded summaries, the emotion stripped away to leave the reader to guess at the driving force behind each decision.
The prisoners had not only never been introduced to Standard, but they had no experience whatsoever with anything beyond the gravity of their little planet. They had existed completely cut off from the rest of the universe.
Vaako swiped his finger across his Screen, skimming the report for anything useful. Other researchers were examining this same report and would be developing plans, but he wanted some idea of what they would be facing. For all he knew, the entire planet could turn hostile on them.
From what he could tell, they were largely pre-spaceflight--disappointing as there went any plans to steal some ships--and it seemed that they were at war with the ...
"What are kaiju?" he asked.
Drommick growled. "I'm having the neural lace check to see if we have mistranslated their data. It kept insisting that kaiju are three hundred foot tall monsters that rose up from the depths of the ocean to attack their cities."
Vaako blinked. "I've never heard of creatures that size. Are you certain the subject doesn't suffer from some form of psychosis?"
"There are no signs, but I still had all four prisoners thoroughly scanned. If there is a psychosis, it is something they all share."
"Hm." Vaako read through the last page of the Mind Probe record. "They have been scavenging our ship for weapons to fight their enemies?"
"It seems so. I have ordered that deeper scans be taken. If you look on page two, you can see that these kaiju have been attacking for years, which seems unlikely."
Vaako didn't bother to check, choosing instead to pierce Drommick with his impatient gaze. "And why is it unlikely?"
"Because all of the prisoners insist that they've been using our technology for years, since several months after the first kaiju attack." Drommick shook his head. "Which is impossible.
"Yet they have memories of watching Screen recordings of the chamber of the Quasi-Dead being towed up onto the shore and years worth of experiments being performed on the neural pods. They've stolen our technology and used it to create massive war machines they call--" Drommick consulted his screen, his mouth shaping the foreign word twice before he spoke it aloud. "--Jaegers."
"Jaegers," Vaako said, tasting the word. "Tell me more."
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Character: Riddick, Vaako
Other Places: AO3.
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world. The Necros and Riddick have to deal with the natives. And giant monsters.
Over the course of his years amongst the Necromongers Vaako had been introduced to many human societies. There had never been a clear explanation for how humans had spread out so far across the universe, but there were always some similarities between each group.
Galactic Standard was the most common language, and even planets that hadn't experienced offworld visitors in thousands of years had some form of Standard in their history. So it was an oddity to receive the Interrogator's report: the prisoners had never heard even a variation of Standard.
"Are you certain the Mind Probe was calibrated correctly? Perhaps the machinery was thrown out of true during the crash."
Drommich was too well trained to show disdain, but it was a subtle undercurrent. "The machine is calibrated correctly. I was able to pull complete histories from the prisoners' and none of them has any familiarity with Standard. They have been completely isolated. Not even the usual planet pirate assaults."
"Hm." Vaako flicked through the report again. It was always odd to see entire lives distilled into formally worded summaries, the emotion stripped away to leave the reader to guess at the driving force behind each decision.
The prisoners had not only never been introduced to Standard, but they had no experience whatsoever with anything beyond the gravity of their little planet. They had existed completely cut off from the rest of the universe.
Vaako swiped his finger across his Screen, skimming the report for anything useful. Other researchers were examining this same report and would be developing plans, but he wanted some idea of what they would be facing. For all he knew, the entire planet could turn hostile on them.
From what he could tell, they were largely pre-spaceflight--disappointing as there went any plans to steal some ships--and it seemed that they were at war with the ...
"What are kaiju?" he asked.
Drommick growled. "I'm having the neural lace check to see if we have mistranslated their data. It kept insisting that kaiju are three hundred foot tall monsters that rose up from the depths of the ocean to attack their cities."
Vaako blinked. "I've never heard of creatures that size. Are you certain the subject doesn't suffer from some form of psychosis?"
"There are no signs, but I still had all four prisoners thoroughly scanned. If there is a psychosis, it is something they all share."
"Hm." Vaako read through the last page of the Mind Probe record. "They have been scavenging our ship for weapons to fight their enemies?"
"It seems so. I have ordered that deeper scans be taken. If you look on page two, you can see that these kaiju have been attacking for years, which seems unlikely."
Vaako didn't bother to check, choosing instead to pierce Drommick with his impatient gaze. "And why is it unlikely?"
"Because all of the prisoners insist that they've been using our technology for years, since several months after the first kaiju attack." Drommick shook his head. "Which is impossible.
"Yet they have memories of watching Screen recordings of the chamber of the Quasi-Dead being towed up onto the shore and years worth of experiments being performed on the neural pods. They've stolen our technology and used it to create massive war machines they call--" Drommick consulted his screen, his mouth shaping the foreign word twice before he spoke it aloud. "--Jaegers."
"Jaegers," Vaako said, tasting the word. "Tell me more."