FIC: Rolling In the Deep (11/?) 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.
Having watched events play out across the Screens, Vaako had the interrogators prepped and ready to go when their guests arrived. He'd already sent more troops Riddick's way, having learned to lip read years ago.
It felt good to be on top of the Lord Marshal's orders. It was why he was the First Among Commanders.
He examined the record of those last few minutes before the Basilica had been sucked into the blue planet's gravity well. They'd been stationed close to the Threshold in preparation of launching the Lord Marshal's shuttle. A ship had moved out of position and struck them with a gravity lance. They'd been betrayed.
Anger churned through Vaako as he thought of someone daring to commit such an act of treason.
Challengers were an accepted part of life and a fast track to higher rank. A fight to first blood for lower ranks or a fight to the death for higher ranks, but this was a betrayal of everything the Necromongers stood for.
To interfere with the Lord Marshal's Test was heresy. All those responsible for such treason would be punished for their crimes as befitted anyone that betrayed the ideals of the Necromongers. Vaako would oversee the executions himself.
He saved his findings to a data crystal and tucked it away for further examination later. He'd let the Decryption Department handle pulling up the evidence needed. Surely the whole crew wasn't guilty, but if they were, they wouldn't be getting away with a plea of ignorance. The Decryptors would break them down and the pieces would be scattered to other ships or sent into the Burn Chambers to have their ashes added back into the dust of the universe. Garbage turned back into something useful, a new sun or a new planet with a population settled for Conversion. It was the kind of beauty Vaako appreciated.
He called on some lesser commanders to maintain the bridge, then made his way to the throne room antechamber, which was currently being set up for a rough prisoner interrogation. The prisoners themselves were huddled together in a corner, the air around them polluted with fear.
Vaako looked to Drommick, who was taking the role of the dead Interrogator. "Make sure you run a base check on them. I don't think they're very hardy and we don't have enough of them to spare to accidental termination."
Drommick grunted acknowledgment. He was a man of few words, though he had a skill with getting answers out of even the most stubborn of detainees. His natural talents had been carefully cultivated by the Interrogator, honed to a powerful force.
Vaako glanced at the prisoners. They did not seem capable of much; there was no fear they would attempt to escape.
Vaako caught the eye of one man--short, thick framed glasses, terrified expression--and felt his lip curl in disgust. Pre-Converts were already weak, but these particular specimens were pathetic.
"I leave them to you," Vaako said. He had other concerns and Drommick was a professional.
He went back to perusing the incoming reports. Large portions of the ship were out of reach. Emergency crews were pumping out the water where they could and disaster workers were evaluating the infrastructure of the ship.
Things did not look good. The damage was worrisome, as the Basilica was the only ship they had available. He wondered if the locals had any ships; he didn't have much hope of it.
Vaako frowned down at his Screen. Their situation was shaping up to be worse than he'd thought.
He flicked his fingers across the Screen, prioritizing repairs and organizing the work crews.
It may have seemed an untenable situation, but he would do everything in his power to bring his people through it. They were Necromongers and they did not surrender.
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.
Having watched events play out across the Screens, Vaako had the interrogators prepped and ready to go when their guests arrived. He'd already sent more troops Riddick's way, having learned to lip read years ago.
It felt good to be on top of the Lord Marshal's orders. It was why he was the First Among Commanders.
He examined the record of those last few minutes before the Basilica had been sucked into the blue planet's gravity well. They'd been stationed close to the Threshold in preparation of launching the Lord Marshal's shuttle. A ship had moved out of position and struck them with a gravity lance. They'd been betrayed.
Anger churned through Vaako as he thought of someone daring to commit such an act of treason.
Challengers were an accepted part of life and a fast track to higher rank. A fight to first blood for lower ranks or a fight to the death for higher ranks, but this was a betrayal of everything the Necromongers stood for.
To interfere with the Lord Marshal's Test was heresy. All those responsible for such treason would be punished for their crimes as befitted anyone that betrayed the ideals of the Necromongers. Vaako would oversee the executions himself.
He saved his findings to a data crystal and tucked it away for further examination later. He'd let the Decryption Department handle pulling up the evidence needed. Surely the whole crew wasn't guilty, but if they were, they wouldn't be getting away with a plea of ignorance. The Decryptors would break them down and the pieces would be scattered to other ships or sent into the Burn Chambers to have their ashes added back into the dust of the universe. Garbage turned back into something useful, a new sun or a new planet with a population settled for Conversion. It was the kind of beauty Vaako appreciated.
He called on some lesser commanders to maintain the bridge, then made his way to the throne room antechamber, which was currently being set up for a rough prisoner interrogation. The prisoners themselves were huddled together in a corner, the air around them polluted with fear.
Vaako looked to Drommick, who was taking the role of the dead Interrogator. "Make sure you run a base check on them. I don't think they're very hardy and we don't have enough of them to spare to accidental termination."
Drommick grunted acknowledgment. He was a man of few words, though he had a skill with getting answers out of even the most stubborn of detainees. His natural talents had been carefully cultivated by the Interrogator, honed to a powerful force.
Vaako glanced at the prisoners. They did not seem capable of much; there was no fear they would attempt to escape.
Vaako caught the eye of one man--short, thick framed glasses, terrified expression--and felt his lip curl in disgust. Pre-Converts were already weak, but these particular specimens were pathetic.
"I leave them to you," Vaako said. He had other concerns and Drommick was a professional.
He went back to perusing the incoming reports. Large portions of the ship were out of reach. Emergency crews were pumping out the water where they could and disaster workers were evaluating the infrastructure of the ship.
Things did not look good. The damage was worrisome, as the Basilica was the only ship they had available. He wondered if the locals had any ships; he didn't have much hope of it.
Vaako frowned down at his Screen. Their situation was shaping up to be worse than he'd thought.
He flicked his fingers across the Screen, prioritizing repairs and organizing the work crews.
It may have seemed an untenable situation, but he would do everything in his power to bring his people through it. They were Necromongers and they did not surrender.