Hello! First PB fic. Read some others and thought I'd take a go at it!
Disclaimer: By God, do I wish I owned Vinny-baby and the rights to PB/COR… I don't sadly. I do however own a copy of PB and COR and a Vin Diesel poster, but that's about all… Yep. That's about all.
Prologue: The Duo
"Keep going you two." The smooth, slightly southern voice of William Johns cracked like a frayed leather whip over the hearing of the two black clad individuals walking in front of him. Both prisoners, chained head-to-toe, blindfolded and sporting gnarly metal bits continued up the docking ramp of the Hunter-Gratzner, not oblivious to the curious gazes of the growing crowd. Letting out a small growl of warning, the bigger of the two soon felt the barrel of a gun between his broad shoulders.
He was bald, 6'2", and made completely of muscle, wearing a black tank top, black cargo pants and black combat boots. (Hmmm I wonder who this is)
Then second chained individual was considerably smaller and clothed in a black tank top, jeans, and black sneakers. She was barely 5'3" and thin but not fragile with proportional curves. Her light brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, end resting just above the collar of her shirt. She had 3 studs in each earlobe and 2 in the cartilage of her right ear and a thin metal bar going across the cartilage of her left.
They continued up the ramp until Johns stopped them and redirected them around a corner into a long corridor of cryo-tubes. He led them to the far end of the room where two armored cryo-tubes stood.
He tookthe female, who gave a growlof protest, by the arm and led her to the first cryo-tube and chained her in. He closed and locked the door waiting for the "Lockout Protocol, No Early Release" sign to illuminate. Then doing the same to her partner. When all was green, he signaled the Captain, who in turn signaled that it was okay for the other passengers to board.
Before Johns strapped himself into his own cryo-tube, he heard a masculine, Australian accent murmur something along the lines of "I don't feel safe traveling with a bloody convicted felon and his whore."
"Don't worry Zeke there's an officer on board with them, we'll be fine, now get into your chamber," came a Australian female voice.
Johns stepped out of the cryo-tube and up to the couple, Free-settlers… "Don't worry folks those two aren't goin' anywhere but back to Slam. Richard B. Riddick and Shay-Lyn Porter's killin' days are over. Ya'll are safe."
"See Zeke? You're safe."
"Watch our backs, bloke… I don't want those dogs ghostin' my bloody ass."
"You're safe, sir. Now strap in."
With that Johns went back to his cryo-tube and strapped in. His last coherent thought before the cryo's icy fingers found him was I hope this turns out right.
I know it's short but future chapters will be longer by far. REVIEW!