"They say most of your brain shuts down in Cryo sleep; all but the primitive side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians, some 40 40-pulse. Herd an Arab voice, some hoodoo holy man probably on his way to New Mecca. But what route? Smelled a woman, sweat, boots, tool belt, leather; the prospector type. Free settlers, and they only take the back roads.
"And here's my real problem, Mr. Johns, blue-eyed devil. Planning on taking me back to slam, only this time he picked a ghost lane. Long time between stops, long time for something to go wrong."
In the main cabin there's a noise not unlike the sound of gunshots as the crew wakes slowly from cryo. Then a woman is thrown out of her locker and falls on the floor, still groggy from sleep, a man presently falls on her and she is rolled onto her back.
"Why did I fall on you?" he asks.
"He's dead. The captions dead, I was looking right at him," she replies.
"The chrono says we have 22 weeks out, so-so gravity wasn't supposed to kick in for another 19. Why'd I fall at all?" his voice starts to rise now as he becomes alarmed.
"Did you hear what I said? The caption's dead," she said and he looks at her then at the Cryo locker that's holding his body.
They go to the navigation bay and look over the stats of the ship.
"1550 millibars, dropping 20MB per minuet. SHIT! We're hemorrhaging air. Something took a swipe at us," said the woman.
"Come on, just tell me we're still in the shipping lane. Show me all those stars, those big; bright…" he said stopping as his screen came up.
"What?" she asks looking at his screen to see a planet that they are coming up on and they look at each other in confusion before she goes up to the navigational window.
The man is sending out an emergency call while she opens the window to see flames covering it, three antennas break off the ship and the line goes to static.
"Fry, where the hell's our comms?" he asks. Before they burst into the atmosphere and the ship rocks while she blasts off some unneeded piece on the back of the ship.
"Hey the trained you for this, Fry, right?" the man asks again. She doesn't answer as she pulls some more levers trying to stabilize them, and an electronic voice comes on.
She pulls another lever to find that it won't budge from a certain point, the electronic voice comes on again, "recommending purging ballast now." She rolls her seat to the back and turns two knobs.
"What the- was that a purge Fry?" the man asks her in disbelief.
"Too heavy in the ass, I can't get my Fucking nose down," she says and pulls another lever, discarding another piece of unneeded metal.
"Crisis program selected number 2 in the system because it show at least some oxygen. Maximum terrain at least 220 meters over mean surface, largely cinder and gypsum with some evaporate deposits," he stops as the doors clang shut behind him. "Fry what the hell are you doing?"
"I gotta drop more load," she said and pulled on more handles and switches. "Look I tried everything else, I still got no horizon."
"Well you'd better try everything twice, because no way do we just flush out…" he said.
"Look, if you know something I don't, get your ass up here and take the chair, Owen," she said getting more agitated.
"Look Company says we're responsible for every single one of those people Fry," he said being the voice of reason.
"What, we both die out of sheer fucking nobility?" she said set in convincing him to drop them.
"Don't you touch that handle, Fry!" he yelled unbuckling his belt. Then the cabin shook with a warning force of the turbulence to come when they hit the ground.
"I'm not going to die for them!" she said and pulled the handle then pushed it into it's self, releasing the victims for their fall.
In the passenger cabins the people were slowly waking up when she pulled the handle, they felt a blast as the cabin rocked backwards and then started to spin slowly. Some of the less secure lockers pitched about the people inside screaming, permitting they were awake.
Johns came falling out of his Cryo locker, evidently the only one to think straight in chaos, or the one so stupid he got out of his locker depending on your outlook. The spinning lasted for little more than a minute throwing people to the outside corners of the ship like a ride at an amusement park. Then there was an even more jolting, solid jerk, and a side of the cabin opposite Riddick ripped open, spewing some unfortunate individuals to their death. Riddick smiled, yeah, he thought, a lot can go wrong on a ghost lane; Riddick watched as Johns grabbed onto a bar to stay inside the ship, holding on for his pathetic life then as they started to slow down he let go and was thrown to the back of the cabin to be buried in lose debris.
The cabin pitched around some more then was still dust kicked up from the hasty entry to the planet settled on an eerie silence after the loud crash sounds. Riddick wasted no time in getting out of his Cryo tube and even though he still had his chains and leg irons on he walked to the storage unit and looked for something to get them off with. Above he could hear with his enhanced senses someone picking themselves out of the wreckage to most likely search for others he heard more picking themselves up too.
So tell me what you think... hey i fixed the spelling anyways