FIC: Rolling In the Deep (1/?) [Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim]
Title: Rolling In the Deep
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Genre: sci-fi, action, gen
Rating: teen+
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world. Riddick and his crew have to deal with the consequences, as well as the greedy hands of the natives.
... they say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side -- the animal side ...
To be caught in the moment, helpless, it was infuriating. But all he could do was ride it out.
Darkness, pulsing and strong. Pressure pushing down on his optic nerve until flares of brilliant color were bursting behind his eyes.
The ship was crashing --
... you never forget that sensation of weightless tumbling while metal screams and bends around you ...
-- and all he felt was weary amusement.
Been there. Done that. He'd always been the one to walk away.
Solid impact. He felt it ripple through him and out. Dim echo of ship's alarms wailing.
"Warning. Hull breech. Warning. Left quadrant flooding with salt water. Warning. Hull breech. Warning."
Nonsense babble considering the crew was tucked away in their cryo-lockers, unable to respond.
But he heard it. He listened.
And in his mind, the animal laughed.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim
Genre: sci-fi, action, gen
Rating: teen+
Summary: The Basilica crashes on a primitive world. Riddick and his crew have to deal with the consequences, as well as the greedy hands of the natives.
... they say most of your brain shuts down in cryosleep. All but the primitive side -- the animal side ...
To be caught in the moment, helpless, it was infuriating. But all he could do was ride it out.
Darkness, pulsing and strong. Pressure pushing down on his optic nerve until flares of brilliant color were bursting behind his eyes.
The ship was crashing --
... you never forget that sensation of weightless tumbling while metal screams and bends around you ...
-- and all he felt was weary amusement.
Been there. Done that. He'd always been the one to walk away.
Solid impact. He felt it ripple through him and out. Dim echo of ship's alarms wailing.
"Warning. Hull breech. Warning. Left quadrant flooding with salt water. Warning. Hull breech. Warning."
Nonsense babble considering the crew was tucked away in their cryo-lockers, unable to respond.
But he heard it. He listened.
And in his mind, the animal laughed.
TBC...