Disclaimer: This is not mine, I make no money from it. The only character that does belong to me is Rebecca, and the plot is mine too. So there!
Chapter one
All around her the ship rattled and shook, she should have really been asleep, squashed in the cryo-chamber next to the blue eyed devil, Johns. But somehow even the artificial sleep, the induced sleep, couldn't grab Rebecca. Especially not when the ship began to crash. Especially when she could do nothing but idly watch as the Captain of the Hunter-Gratzner became a target for stray objects. She looked on, helpless to be anything but a spectator. Gripped by fear she watched as one by one the other passengers and crew awoke from their slumber. She watched as the prospectors, the Muslims, the guy with the funny looking clothes, the Convict in his chains, all of them awoke. They all looked confused, dazed, as if they were all having the same nightmare. There were only the two people who looked wide-awake and they were lying face flat on the floor, the crew.
Regaining their composure, Fry and Owens rushed to do all that they could to save the ship and hopefully, it's cargo. Forcing themselves into their flight suits, confusion ran high, they were way off of the trading lane. "What the hell happened?" Owens asked, finally fitting his suit on.
"Could have been a meteor shower, or a stray comet. What ever it was, we need to get back on track."
"Not gonna happen, we've been knocked too far away, we need to find a place to land this fucker."
Frantically, Fry searched the radar. Finally she saw it. "There!" She was pointing to a large red planet, with what the computer described as lifeless. "It's our only hope."
"Go on then!!!"
She ran from the cargo hold, scenarios running through her head. How the hell am I going to land this thing? She though as she ran to her station. "SHIT!"
"What is it?" Owens asked over the intercom.
"We're coming in too hard, and too fast."
"Well work it, we need to land this thing safely."
"No shit!"
Fry slid from com to com, but she could see nothing that could help them, a purge was all that would save their asses, her ass. With a flick of a switch the rear of the ship fell away. The nose dipped slightly, but not enough.
"What the fuck? Was that a purge, Fry?"
"I have to get the fucking nose up! We need to dump more load." Sliding back and forth, Fry tried to work her magic, but to no avail.
"Don't you fuckin' dare, Fry."
"I ain't gonna die for strangers, Owens. I have to dump the main hold."
"Don't you dare! FRY!"
Rushing to the door that separated him from the passengers, Owens pried the closed door, he wasn't going to kill the passengers, he couldn't. "I won't let you kill them Fry."
"We aren't all gonna make it, Owens. Now close that FUCKING door!"
"We still got time. JUST TRY!"
"OWENS!" Suddenly, with a bump, the Hunter-Gratzner hit the sandy, barren, planet.
Screams filled the air as passengers were sucked out of the ship as a huge hole appeared in the side of the ship. Everything was destroyed. The screams coming from the terro-stricken survivors. Rebecca cried out in pain as a stray piece of metal sliced through the soft flesh of her arm, the blood flowing freely. Johns barely flinched or batted an eyelid, as if he hadn't even noticed what was happening. All around them passengers were being thrown from the deck, sucked out into the speeding world beyond. The prospectors holding on for dear life. The convict, having escaped his chains, waiting for his chance to escape. Rebecca took all of it in, watching the horror unfold before her eyes. Flashes of red and blue stung Rebecca's eyes as the tears fell. She couldn't die, here, now. She had things she had to do, places she had to see. Revenge she needed to take.
All around her cryo-chambers were falling, trapping or killing their occupants. The screams echoed in her head, the panic, and the fear. She could feel it all pulsing through her.
"Make it stop." She whispered. "Please, make it stop." A cry of anguish forced its way passed her lips. Darkness was beginning to take hold, as was the sweeping land beyond the broken ship. Her leather boots pulled by an invisible force to the gapping hole that was once port side, were followed by her legs. She was ready to let herself be taken when a pair of strong arms pulled her to safety. Cradling her limp body until with a jolt, the ship finally stopped.
When she came to, Rebecca noticed that the ship had settled, and that she was alone. The strong, arms gone. She was bathed in the sunlight that shone through the gapping hole, highlighting the damage, chaos and destruction. The other survivors were hard at work trying to free a young boy, trapped inside his cryo-chamber. "I'd let him die!" She whispered to herself, standing unsteadily. Johns stood by watching as the others tried desperately to save the boy, who eventually decided to hit the deck. "I take it something went wrong?" He asked as people circled around to make sure he was okay.
Behind them Fry sat helplessly by, watching her crew-mate, with pipes sticking through his chest, die. There is nothing that can be done for him, Johns thought, so why try? He watched on with morbid fascination, his eyes finally taking in the extent of the destruction around him
"I'm sorry." Fry whispered, as Owens gave one last cry before dying.
"What a shame!" Johns said dryly. "I thought it would have been a good show." With a sigh, he turned to leave.
"What did you say?" Fry asked angrily.
"I said, what a horrible way to go."
"Fuckin' liar. Owens gave his fife to save you, the least you could do is she a little respect."
"Blow me lady. Half the fucking people on this damn ship died. I ain't gonna give a fuck about any of them, you know why?"
"Thrill me!"
"'Cos if it was me in there place they would be worrying about their own asses, not about showing respect. Look to thine own ass first."
Pissed off with Fry, and having nothing now to watch, Johns went in search of his prize, but it had disappeared. With an angry yell, Johns punched his hand into a metal rail. "SHIT!!!" Riddick was gone!