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FIC: Rolling In the Deep (14/?) 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.
Riddick had his soldiers set up a temporary fallback position in the entrance chamber. More troops were arriving all the time, their armored bodies ant-like from his perch on the promenade.
He sat with his legs dangling over the balcony, his arms leaned against the rail. Precious and her sisters prowled around him, dissatisfied by the lack of activity. Riddick rested his chin against his arm and waited.
Years of solitude on U.V.6 had taught him patience. He'd learned to quiet his mind and muffle the rush of his anger. The scarcity of prey and his own hunger had forced him to learn how to hunt when all he'd known before was how to kill.
He'd learned more about himself in that time alone than he'd ever wanted to know. He'd been forced to confront his demons and move on. He'd been changed by the experience.
Now he was using his new patience to play nicely with his allies, his sycophants. The lone hunter--the murderer--part of him that had spent years in the slam wanted him to run ahead, to keep all of the kills for himself. But he'd evolved alone in the snow and the nice, when the sight of any human face would have come across as a miracle.
For the first time in his life he'd craved human contact. How could he throw it away now, even if they were slow and pathetic? He was leaving them to watch his back while he scouted ahead. It wasn't like he was counting on them to actually do anything.
Riddick grabbed the top rail and pulled himself to his feet. There were enough bodies milling around below that it was time to move on.
Anticipation burned in his blood. He had a need for violence and it wanted to be satisfied. He could reassert the claim on his territory at the same time.
He dropped to the main floor and gestured toward the largest mass of soldiers, among them their commander. "Time to go. Half of you with me and the rest of you hold this position. Send follow up squads after us along with supplies. Understand?"
"Yes, Lord Marshal."
Riddick made for the hatch. The blast doors had been sealed, but it was the matter of a moment to have it opened wide enough to slip through. He could hear the clatter of boots behind him as well as the click of hellhound claws, but he didn't bother to look back.
He broke away from the group, ran ahead on quiet feet. He didn't need their loudness to spook his prey.
He figured the Interrogator would want more subjects and it might be worth it to Convert as many of the locals as they could easily claim. It wasn't like they were going to be getting new recruits from anywhere else. Which didn't mean he had to be gentle with the scavengers.
It would do them well to learn to fear their Lord Marshal.
Riddick's lips skinned back from his teeth. He'd missed this, the anticipation and the thrill of the hunt.
Hearing the sound up ahead, he toggled his com. "We got bodies in the Chamber of Primordial Night. Flashbangs and stun grenades through the west entrance in five. I'll come in through the north and drive them toward you." He didn't bother with warnings of what he would do if they shot him.
"Stet, Lord Marshal."
"Til Underverse come," he said. They would like hearing him say it, the deluded bastards.
"Til Underverse come."
Riddick worked his way through unoccupied rooms and corridors, his senses on alert. He didn't know what the scavengers were thinking--he would have flooded the ship with bodies--but it worked to his advantage. Perhaps they were so certain the Basilica was empty that they hadn't thought they needed to secure the areas where they were working.
Hubris, he thought. Arrogant human hubris; it's killed more men than me.
If they were stupid enough not to watch their backs, then he would happily drive his blade into their spines. It was what he lived for.
TBC...
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.
Riddick had his soldiers set up a temporary fallback position in the entrance chamber. More troops were arriving all the time, their armored bodies ant-like from his perch on the promenade.
He sat with his legs dangling over the balcony, his arms leaned against the rail. Precious and her sisters prowled around him, dissatisfied by the lack of activity. Riddick rested his chin against his arm and waited.
Years of solitude on U.V.6 had taught him patience. He'd learned to quiet his mind and muffle the rush of his anger. The scarcity of prey and his own hunger had forced him to learn how to hunt when all he'd known before was how to kill.
He'd learned more about himself in that time alone than he'd ever wanted to know. He'd been forced to confront his demons and move on. He'd been changed by the experience.
Now he was using his new patience to play nicely with his allies, his sycophants. The lone hunter--the murderer--part of him that had spent years in the slam wanted him to run ahead, to keep all of the kills for himself. But he'd evolved alone in the snow and the nice, when the sight of any human face would have come across as a miracle.
For the first time in his life he'd craved human contact. How could he throw it away now, even if they were slow and pathetic? He was leaving them to watch his back while he scouted ahead. It wasn't like he was counting on them to actually do anything.
Riddick grabbed the top rail and pulled himself to his feet. There were enough bodies milling around below that it was time to move on.
Anticipation burned in his blood. He had a need for violence and it wanted to be satisfied. He could reassert the claim on his territory at the same time.
He dropped to the main floor and gestured toward the largest mass of soldiers, among them their commander. "Time to go. Half of you with me and the rest of you hold this position. Send follow up squads after us along with supplies. Understand?"
"Yes, Lord Marshal."
Riddick made for the hatch. The blast doors had been sealed, but it was the matter of a moment to have it opened wide enough to slip through. He could hear the clatter of boots behind him as well as the click of hellhound claws, but he didn't bother to look back.
He broke away from the group, ran ahead on quiet feet. He didn't need their loudness to spook his prey.
He figured the Interrogator would want more subjects and it might be worth it to Convert as many of the locals as they could easily claim. It wasn't like they were going to be getting new recruits from anywhere else. Which didn't mean he had to be gentle with the scavengers.
It would do them well to learn to fear their Lord Marshal.
Riddick's lips skinned back from his teeth. He'd missed this, the anticipation and the thrill of the hunt.
Hearing the sound up ahead, he toggled his com. "We got bodies in the Chamber of Primordial Night. Flashbangs and stun grenades through the west entrance in five. I'll come in through the north and drive them toward you." He didn't bother with warnings of what he would do if they shot him.
"Stet, Lord Marshal."
"Til Underverse come," he said. They would like hearing him say it, the deluded bastards.
"Til Underverse come."
Riddick worked his way through unoccupied rooms and corridors, his senses on alert. He didn't know what the scavengers were thinking--he would have flooded the ship with bodies--but it worked to his advantage. Perhaps they were so certain the Basilica was empty that they hadn't thought they needed to secure the areas where they were working.
Hubris, he thought. Arrogant human hubris; it's killed more men than me.
If they were stupid enough not to watch their backs, then he would happily drive his blade into their spines. It was what he lived for.
TBC...