Disclaimer:I do not own any characters/creations from or related to Pitch Black nor TCOR. However, I do own Sorok Sem, and the fail safe.

Sorok Sem, UV planet 4:

Cold and desolate, cradled by statues of martyrs, and heroes long gone and forgotten. It rests on the outskirts, of the underverse system, and precisely on the last orbital. Sadly, it was one of the first of the planets to be destroyed by the necromonger's armada. It's sight is distant and cold, and the city is now naked and decaying. The sun does not shine, for it has great difficulty breaking through the dark cloud that now consumes much of the planet. No trees, no animals, no people. Only mass graves, destroyed structures, and corpses; not signs of life, but of death. Sorok sem; living and dying proof of how far the faith reaches. Only time will tell of the vengeance and evil that will spawn from the planet reeking of filth and decadence. How can there be vengeance without any survivors?

A frigate, settles itself on the planet. They are on strict orders to find and salvage any supplies. The supplies should consist of rations, garments, and weaponry. The foot soldiers step of the frigate, and breath the mildew air.

"LT. Atmosphere clear for go time." says one of the lower ranking soldiers.

"We're under strict orders: salvage what you find and rendezvous back at home base." says the LT. The swarm of soldiers spilt in two groups of fifteen. One heads south the other north throughout the ruined city. One group heads for a section of buildings that still stand. Hearing odd sounds; such as silence, make the soldiers uneasy. They continue to walk grasp their guns and knives. (Not afraid just uneasy.)

A warehouse still half standing, vandalized with words of hate, anger, spite, and bitterness. It's walls are corroded and covered in mud, blood, and filth. But what's this?, thinks the soldiers. A soft humming sound filtering through the plexiglass; it calls, it beckons. Deciding to investigate they, look through and they can still hear it. They decide to bury deeper so each soldier is assigned to breach the heavy armored doors.

Eventually, they break through with knives, guns, and explosions. They swarm through the doors, to meet the darkness of the warehouse. Once again met by another heavily plated door and the task is repeated once more. Burying deeper into the structure, passing through thick re- enforced doors, and locks. They begin to call for backup before they go ant further. A few minutes later, the second unit joins the first in the building. And now thirty soldiers breach through each door, approximately seven. The task was difficult the first six times, but it seems all too easy. Is this a trap?, they all think, fearing to question aloud.

They finally, reach the central, and the core chamber. Still all too easily managed, and what will they find there. The LT. turns some lights on, and the chamber is quickly illuminated. Some weaponry, surgical tools, and rations fill the chamber. In the center of a room a large iron box or tank, plated with heavy still doors. They head to the supplies first, and gather them for transportation.

A computer flicks on and the AI kicks in, thus bolting the steal doors, and locking all key pads. Some soldiers run to the door and attempt to breach the door. The LT searches the giant take in the center of the chamber. One plated door reads 'POMOCH: quis custodiet ipsos custodes'. He taps it with his fist, squinting an pondering it's meaning. The AI kicks in again and a hologram is projected in front of the tank. A young girl begins to speak, and dictate to the soldiers.

"State your number and your purpose." says the holographic child, as a soldier passes a hand through the image.

"What is this...shit?" says LT.

"State your prerogative, please." she says.

"This mission is on behalf of the Lord Riddick."

"Welcome, we've been expecting you for ages."

"Us? How do you know us? And what is this?"

"Oh, we have many files on your kind. And we find you very interesting to say the least."

"And what is this shit? This tank?" sounding slightly annoyed.

"Oh, this? Why this is the fail safe, the most agile and strongest of weaponry. It was created a decade ago on this exact date." the soldiers think of taking it for themselves.

"Well, what does it do? I mean looks expensive as fuck." says the LT, amazed at its age.

"The fail safe was designed a decade ago to protect this city and the entire planet from any incursions and possible invasions. It's highly deadly, and very effective. If the proper codes are not entered into the mainframe then it has no choice but to self destruct."

"Self-destruct?"

"Yes. It will self destruct."

"Like an explosion? What? Tell me you little bitch."

"Unless, you can activate the main drive within ten minutes, it will self destruct, destroying it's fortress along with it. You must act now." she says with great urgency.

"Why!? Tell me! Now, bitch!!" yells the LT.

"You and your men have breached through all of the seven bolted doors. In doing so you activated the fail safe's main alarm. If an administrator does not arrive to enter the code, the system has no choice but to protect the fail safe from falling into the wrong hands. In this case, the fail safe was created to protect this city from you — the necromongers."

"Hurry, someone access the main drive." A technician runs to a consul flipping switches, and buttons.

"US!! Why us!!??" screams the LT.

"Don't you remember? About six years ago your armada breached the city walls and committed mass genocide. At the time the fail safe was only into it's fifth year, and not fully prepared to fend off the incursions. If it had been ready, it would need a mass amount of sustenance to sustain its full potential. It would take from the city until fell into darkness, starvation, and sickness. Thus, its usage would have resulted in a Pyrrhic victory."

"Kill and be killed. Huh?— How many minutes." he asks.

"You have exactly 2.5 minutes." The technician nods an okay at the LT and all seems to be going well.

"Almost there LT." says the technician.

The clock is shown below the child, it counts backwards: 2:15, 1:52, 1:45, 1:22, and so on. The seconds count down, and it's less than a minute now, and all is silent. Fifteen seconds on the clock now, and patience wears thin. The technician seems to have it, and the codes are found and entered in the mainframe. A computer blinks: CODES VALID, ACCESS GRANTED.

"Shit, that was close. Let's go. Move everybody, move! Just get the bare essentials!" yells the relieved LT. They move to take the supplies.

"I'm sorry but I can't let you do that. At the time I proposed the idea I wasn't sure that you do it and this certainly wasn't what I expected."

"The fuck you talking about?!"

"Although the codes were valid, my hard drive is programmed to disregard any codes entered after the incursions. I'm sorry but I can't let you leave." The doors bolt shut.

"FUCK!! FUCK!! But you said!"

"I'm programmed to protect the fail safe from any enemies. And your kind is on the invalid list. I'm sorry, but we can't let it slip a second time."

"Well, you're gonna fucking burn too bitch!!"

"Incorrect. It is not our program to self destruct, and when the fail safe, is activated; which you did when entering the codes; it will find a new sustenance. Sorry, for the mistake."

"Fucking bitch! You set us up! Open the door."

"I'm sorry, but the fail safe and I will not permit it. Goodbye." The hologram fades.

The soldiers look toward another in confusion. Then one begins to cough then another, until it becomes noticeable. The carbon monoxide is filtered into the room in mass amounts. It slowly kills each one through suffocation, and asphyxiation. All of them fall to the ground, with ands at their chest and throats gasping for air. A few minutes of agony, short lived. Approximately thirty bodies litter the cold floor of the room. There's no blood, no stains, no innards spilt; only silence and once again the humming of the fail safe becomes audible.