Pitch Black: The Riddicks
RavenSparrow17
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black or any characters within except for Ravyn.
Prologue: Sleeping Awake
The sleep was enticing but it was not enough to lure her in. Ravyn Riddick was more concerned with the man in front of her own personal prison. She hated the horse bits, the shivs, and the blindfold. It was a known fact that with all that "gear", it was a sure guarantee your ride would be uncomfortable. Whoever came up with this treatment of prisoner must have wanted death threats.
Five years. They had been married five years. They had met in Slam when she had been transferred from Crematoria. It took forever to dig up a priest. Neither had a ring but she got a tattoo. Riddick'sRavyn. Nothing fancy really just a title she carried proudly. She grinded her teeth in irritation. This fake sleep shit wasn't cutting it. It gave her too much time to think and not enough to do anything else. Ravyn began to wonder what Riddick was doing. By his breathing pattern he wasn't asleep and just as restless. She smiled wide ignoring the pain the bit was providing.
They say most of your brain shuts down in chryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder Riddick was still awake. He had listened to all of the commotion while the forty plus passengers boarded. They ranged from a hoo doo holy man to free settlers. Yet Riddick's main concern was a blue-eyed devil named Johns. He was planning on taking him and Ravyn back to Slam.
A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong. Something did go wrong. During his thinking, Riddick sensed that there was activity going on outside of the ship. A meteor shower began to make its destructive trek across the Hunter Gratzner. The smaller meteors pierced through the hull even the captain, Tom Mitchell.
About that time, docking pilot, Carolyn Fry, woke up from chryno- sleep. The monitor on her chamber showed the captain's vital signs had flat lined. Pulling the emergency trap door device Fry fell to the floor quickly followed by Navigating Officer, Greg Owens.
"Why did I fall on you?", he questioned crawling off her.
"The captain is dead. I was looking right at him", Fry changed the subject.
"The chryno shows we're still twenty-two weeks out. S-so gravity wasn't suppose to kick in for another nineteen. So why did I fall at all?", Owen was getting panicky.
"Did you hear me? Captain's dead!", Fry enforced, "1550 millibars, dropping 20MB per minute. Shit, we're hemorraging air! Something took a swipe at us!"
"Just tell me we're still in the shipping lane. Just show me all those stars. Big, bright...", Owens looked at the scanner to see a planet.
"What?", she asked looking into the screen.
"This is an emergency dispatch from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner on route to the Tangius system with forty commercial passengers on board. We have been knocked out of our shipping lane and are currently entering the atmosphere of the planet in the following position: x-38, strobe 9, line 95, strobe 8, z-21...", Owens began shouting into the radio.
Fry rushed to drop the unnecessary stuff. She started with the rooms and compartments hardly used. Then got rid of the luggage cart.
"What the...was that a purge, Fry?", Owens demanded.
"Too heavy in the ass. I can't get the fucking nose down!", Fry continued purging.
"Crisis program selected number two in the system because it shows only some oxygen. Maximum terrain 220 meters over the mean surface. RC cinder and Jipsim with evaporite deposits. Fry, what are you doing?", the navigating officer noticed the passenger cabin was preparing for purge.
"I gotta drop more load. Look, I've tried everything else. I still got no horizon", she explained.
"You better try everything twice because no way do we just flush...", Owens began.
"Look if you know something I don't then get your ass up here in this chair!", she screamed.
"Listen Company says we are responsible for every single one of those people, Fry", he reminded.
"What we die out of sheer fucking nobility for them?", Fry snapped.
"Don't you touch that handle, Fry!", he ordered running to the gears to mess them up so the purge could not be completed.
"I'm not going to die for them!", she said pulling the handle. She looked to the screen to see "ERROR" blinking. "Owens!"
"Seventy seconds, you've got seventy seconds, Fry, to level this beast out!", Owen instructed.
Just then the windows shattered. Fry had a front row seat to plunging nose first into the surface. When it hit, the ship began to rip from the rear, causing Owens to fly into the control panel. Fry was covered in dirt and trying to gasp for air as she climbed out of the chair.
RavenSparrow17
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black or any characters within except for Ravyn.
Prologue: Sleeping Awake
The sleep was enticing but it was not enough to lure her in. Ravyn Riddick was more concerned with the man in front of her own personal prison. She hated the horse bits, the shivs, and the blindfold. It was a known fact that with all that "gear", it was a sure guarantee your ride would be uncomfortable. Whoever came up with this treatment of prisoner must have wanted death threats.
Five years. They had been married five years. They had met in Slam when she had been transferred from Crematoria. It took forever to dig up a priest. Neither had a ring but she got a tattoo. Riddick'sRavyn. Nothing fancy really just a title she carried proudly. She grinded her teeth in irritation. This fake sleep shit wasn't cutting it. It gave her too much time to think and not enough to do anything else. Ravyn began to wonder what Riddick was doing. By his breathing pattern he wasn't asleep and just as restless. She smiled wide ignoring the pain the bit was providing.
They say most of your brain shuts down in chryo-sleep. All but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder Riddick was still awake. He had listened to all of the commotion while the forty plus passengers boarded. They ranged from a hoo doo holy man to free settlers. Yet Riddick's main concern was a blue-eyed devil named Johns. He was planning on taking him and Ravyn back to Slam.
A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong. Something did go wrong. During his thinking, Riddick sensed that there was activity going on outside of the ship. A meteor shower began to make its destructive trek across the Hunter Gratzner. The smaller meteors pierced through the hull even the captain, Tom Mitchell.
About that time, docking pilot, Carolyn Fry, woke up from chryno- sleep. The monitor on her chamber showed the captain's vital signs had flat lined. Pulling the emergency trap door device Fry fell to the floor quickly followed by Navigating Officer, Greg Owens.
"Why did I fall on you?", he questioned crawling off her.
"The captain is dead. I was looking right at him", Fry changed the subject.
"The chryno shows we're still twenty-two weeks out. S-so gravity wasn't suppose to kick in for another nineteen. So why did I fall at all?", Owen was getting panicky.
"Did you hear me? Captain's dead!", Fry enforced, "1550 millibars, dropping 20MB per minute. Shit, we're hemorraging air! Something took a swipe at us!"
"Just tell me we're still in the shipping lane. Just show me all those stars. Big, bright...", Owens looked at the scanner to see a planet.
"What?", she asked looking into the screen.
"This is an emergency dispatch from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner on route to the Tangius system with forty commercial passengers on board. We have been knocked out of our shipping lane and are currently entering the atmosphere of the planet in the following position: x-38, strobe 9, line 95, strobe 8, z-21...", Owens began shouting into the radio.
Fry rushed to drop the unnecessary stuff. She started with the rooms and compartments hardly used. Then got rid of the luggage cart.
"What the...was that a purge, Fry?", Owens demanded.
"Too heavy in the ass. I can't get the fucking nose down!", Fry continued purging.
"Crisis program selected number two in the system because it shows only some oxygen. Maximum terrain 220 meters over the mean surface. RC cinder and Jipsim with evaporite deposits. Fry, what are you doing?", the navigating officer noticed the passenger cabin was preparing for purge.
"I gotta drop more load. Look, I've tried everything else. I still got no horizon", she explained.
"You better try everything twice because no way do we just flush...", Owens began.
"Look if you know something I don't then get your ass up here in this chair!", she screamed.
"Listen Company says we are responsible for every single one of those people, Fry", he reminded.
"What we die out of sheer fucking nobility for them?", Fry snapped.
"Don't you touch that handle, Fry!", he ordered running to the gears to mess them up so the purge could not be completed.
"I'm not going to die for them!", she said pulling the handle. She looked to the screen to see "ERROR" blinking. "Owens!"
"Seventy seconds, you've got seventy seconds, Fry, to level this beast out!", Owen instructed.
Just then the windows shattered. Fry had a front row seat to plunging nose first into the surface. When it hit, the ship began to rip from the rear, causing Owens to fly into the control panel. Fry was covered in dirt and trying to gasp for air as she climbed out of the chair.