FIC: Rolling In the Deep (9/?) 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.
Scouts were bringing in their reports, plugging their scanners into the command computer. Vaako imagined there was a chomping, whirring sound as the data was collected and collated. The blind spots were being filled in and the picture presented wasn't a soothing one. The damage to the ship was worse than they'd thought.
There was a good chance that they were going to be stuck on this planet. The Basilica would be their only resource, the planet destroyers no use when not in space. Small arms would be their best weapon.
Vaako went over the gathered intel and began amending orders. Rescue of survivors, food and supplies, repair of the ship. Those were the priorities of the moment. He would know more once the Lord Marshal returned.
Thoughts of his dame drifted through Vaako's mind. Her cold and reptilian beauty so at odds with her passionate sexuality. As dangerous as she was enthralling, more than anything she'd desired that he be Lord Marshal--physical limitations had kept her from the role, but she'd been prepared to be the right hand of a Lord Marshal.
There were times when Vaako had wondered why she had chosen him. Though he'd quickly risen through the ranks, at the time she'd first set eyes on him he'd been nothing but a soldier. One among ten thousand. Yet upon him she'd laid her favor, cast those dark eyes on him and wrung promises from his flesh. He'd vowed to become worthy of her.
And now I am alone, he thought.
His dame was dead and there was no changing it. He would have to keep moving forward and complete his duties. As long as he didn't stop his forward momentum, the pain--an ache at the heart of him where his human heart used to live--would fade to bearable levels and she would become a regretful memory of someone he had once loved. A few Purifications would clear the haze from his mind and he would be able to continue on his Path.
Things would work themselves out as they were wont to do. And he would serve the Lord Marshal and spread the message of the Necromongers. Their numbers would swell with new converts.
His dame was dead but he was not alone. He would not forget it again.
Vaako huffed in victory when a message popped up at the corner of his screen. Auxiliary internal sensors had been brought online. They were still blind to anything outside of the Basilica, but at least now he would be able to see what was happening with his people.
He hit the sensor icon and multiple feeds opened on the screens arrayed around the room. There were still some blank spots, but he could see the supply hold, the galley, and the living quarters.
With a few simple commands he was pleased to find Riddick and his squad. But what they were doing ... Vaako clenched his hands so hard against the console that he felt his fingers cracking the casing. He forced himself to let go and pushed his worry away.
Riddick was the Lord Marshal. He would do what was best for his people. No matter how seemingly ill-advised.
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.
Scouts were bringing in their reports, plugging their scanners into the command computer. Vaako imagined there was a chomping, whirring sound as the data was collected and collated. The blind spots were being filled in and the picture presented wasn't a soothing one. The damage to the ship was worse than they'd thought.
There was a good chance that they were going to be stuck on this planet. The Basilica would be their only resource, the planet destroyers no use when not in space. Small arms would be their best weapon.
Vaako went over the gathered intel and began amending orders. Rescue of survivors, food and supplies, repair of the ship. Those were the priorities of the moment. He would know more once the Lord Marshal returned.
Thoughts of his dame drifted through Vaako's mind. Her cold and reptilian beauty so at odds with her passionate sexuality. As dangerous as she was enthralling, more than anything she'd desired that he be Lord Marshal--physical limitations had kept her from the role, but she'd been prepared to be the right hand of a Lord Marshal.
There were times when Vaako had wondered why she had chosen him. Though he'd quickly risen through the ranks, at the time she'd first set eyes on him he'd been nothing but a soldier. One among ten thousand. Yet upon him she'd laid her favor, cast those dark eyes on him and wrung promises from his flesh. He'd vowed to become worthy of her.
And now I am alone, he thought.
His dame was dead and there was no changing it. He would have to keep moving forward and complete his duties. As long as he didn't stop his forward momentum, the pain--an ache at the heart of him where his human heart used to live--would fade to bearable levels and she would become a regretful memory of someone he had once loved. A few Purifications would clear the haze from his mind and he would be able to continue on his Path.
Things would work themselves out as they were wont to do. And he would serve the Lord Marshal and spread the message of the Necromongers. Their numbers would swell with new converts.
His dame was dead but he was not alone. He would not forget it again.
Vaako huffed in victory when a message popped up at the corner of his screen. Auxiliary internal sensors had been brought online. They were still blind to anything outside of the Basilica, but at least now he would be able to see what was happening with his people.
He hit the sensor icon and multiple feeds opened on the screens arrayed around the room. There were still some blank spots, but he could see the supply hold, the galley, and the living quarters.
With a few simple commands he was pleased to find Riddick and his squad. But what they were doing ... Vaako clenched his hands so hard against the console that he felt his fingers cracking the casing. He forced himself to let go and pushed his worry away.
Riddick was the Lord Marshal. He would do what was best for his people. No matter how seemingly ill-advised.