FIC: Rolling In the Deep (12/?) Chronicles of Riddick/Pacific Rim

Jan 20, 2014 19:10

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

The further Riddick went, the more displeased he became. He found himself wanting to echo the hellhounds' growling breaths.

The scavengers had done more damage than he'd expected. Panels were stripped and wires dangled. Gold alloy had been peeled from the walls and furnishings. Cabins had been robbed of their treasures, from cushions to every piece of technology.

Not only had his territory been invaded, the violators had stolen from him. And they had dared to think that what was his was theirs for the taking.

"Move faster," he ordered.

He could hear more of the rats up ahead, industriously stripping the ship of anything they deemed valuable. It was only a matter of time before they realized they had lost contact with their fellows. It might make the fighting better, but Riddick preferred to take them unawares.

For all he knew, there was a whole planet they would have to fight their way through. He didn't have the Necros to spare on playing.

One of Precious' sisters growled warningly and Riddick shifted aside in time to avoid the bullet that would have gone through the left side of his head. His lips pulled back from his teeth in a fierce caricature of a smile and he turned and flung a knife.

There was a startled yelp and the male soldier ducked behind the gutted remains of a comconsole. Riddick smelled the rich copper of blood, but it had only been a surface wound, just enough to sting and burn.

Precious and her sisters separated and approached the console from both sides. There was a chainsaw growl and a terrified scream. The man leapt over the console and ran straight toward where Riddick had ghosted back into the shadows of a column.

It felt good to punch a blade through the yielding flesh of the man's gut, a finger sliver of room where body armor didn't protect.

There was a shocked indrawn breath, then the vapor of aspirated blood. Riddick stepped back and let the body fall.

"One down ..."

He quickly checked the body, examining the foreign make of the gear. It wouldn't do to find out the primitives had surprises.

A chemical propulsion gun that shot metal bullets. A communicator strapped to a utility belt--a simple four channel radio with a wireless microphone clip and earwig. A tan colored uniform under the armored vest that sported the tags of a foreign military. And in the man's back pocket a wallet with paper currency, plastic cards--one with the man's picture and possibly his address in the local language--and a handful of photographs in plastic sleeves.

Riddick pulled out the picture holder and tossed the rest of the wallet to a nearby Necro. "Get this body to forensics. I want to know everything about the world outside."

"Yes sir."

Riddick grunted, attention caught by the pictures he held. He wasn't interested in the smiling people or the stark infirmary scene of a bald and withered child bravely smiling from a hospice cot. No, he focused on the blue sky, green earth, and the giant robots.

"Huh."

crossover, rolling in the deep, chronicles of riddick, riddick, ritd, vaako, pacific rim

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