To make it clear the Harry Potter and Riddick character/world is not mine, they belong to J.K Rowling and whoever owns Riddick. This is a fanfic, which means I'm not the original creator only the writer of this particular story.
Chapter 8, In deep space
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About 5 000 years into the future in deep space far from the old worlds and civil planets a single vessel can be found transporting 45 passengers and one old antic mirror…
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The ship Huntergratzner is sailing quiet in space towards its goal, far from any inhabited planets or systems, with its cargo safely asleep within its walls. The ship seems in no hurry to reach its next port as it is moving slow but steady pace through space.
The ships 45 passengers are in deep sleep inside their cryo-lockers situated at the front of the four sectors connected to Huntergratzner separating the main deck and navigation cabin from the remaining three storage units.
Huntergratzner is mainly a cargo ship but does eventually transport larger group of travelers when the crew is low on cash.
In one of the containers, filled to the brim with antic relicts by one of the passengers, a collector who rented the entire section for himself, a four squared mirror about as high as a grown man could be seen resting next to an Egyptian sarcophagus.
The mirror seemed plain and boring, but for the collector it had unfathomed worth for it is said that the mirror is one of the last magical artifacts from the ancient earth. Existing long before earth's air was too polluted for any living creature to survive on the surface some three thousand years ago.
The collector himself didn't believe its origin, but for the people in New Mecca he knew it was a godlike object that would secure his riches forever. Therefore he had decided to take a quieter route with less curious eyes and sharp knives for he was a coward man who unlinked taking chances.
If he only knew what, or more exactly who, had been loaded into the front section together with the rest of the passengers just before liftoff the collector would most surely have taken his chances with his cumpetitioners.
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The most wanted man in all the sphere had once again been captured, this time at the cost of two children and a merc crew of 10 men lives.
Richard B. Riddick, approximately 26-28 years old, was the most feared man in the universe.
The man's most noticeable future was his eyes, or the little of them you saw. They were a sight to behold for those that dared to look and still live to tell the tale. Riddick's eyes were those of a hellhound, they had no pupils, in a strange mix of blue, purple and white shades for they were shined to give the ability to see in the dark. Most would think him beautiful, but to afraid to say it loud.
He was a colored man, his skin in a dark desert sand brown tone with a shaved head. Riddick was a tall man whose entire body was trained and shoving powerful muscles with sharp angular lines.
He was an animal without a master, a monster without its equal and a man without a conscious.
The man had been raised by criminals, murderers and the likes with origins from all over the sphere, trained in the environment that was the slam.
Only the most dedicated or most greedy men tried to capture him and most of them field before they even started.
But this time one man had survived the latest attempt and prevailed, William D. Jones also called the blue eyed devil by criminals. He was transporting his bounty by the back roads hoping to avoid detection until he ha could collect the price on the animals head.
But one thing humans easily forget is that cryo enhances the animal side. And for Riddick, who was more animal than man, the cryo-sleep kept his mind sharp and awake.
Even though the murderers body is asleep and numbed his mind is very much awake and plotting.
"They say that your mind shots down in cryo-sleep, all but the primitive side, all but the animal side."
"No wonder I'm still awake."
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"In a cabin, surrendered by passenger. Smell leather, sweat and dirt… must be settlers and they only take the back roads."
"But what road? What road?"
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"Have a demon to deal with to… an even greedier man then the others. Could use that. But at what risk?"
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"Big risk that, taking one of the back roads. A long time between stops, a long time for something to go wrong… A long time before anyones going to start searching."
Before the man, or in most mans eyes animal, could gain control of his body the entire ship suddenly started to shake.
Unknown, until know, every 3,000 years an enormous comet passes through the ships current lane hitting it with debris and strong storm winds.
Fortunately the most dangerous part of the comet has already passed by the ship but unfortunately the comets 15 km long tail containing small asteroids and lethal gas was still close enough to damage the Huntergratzner severely.
And damage the ship it would, severely enough to knock the ship of course and straight into hell.
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In the main cabin holding the passengers one of the crews cryo-lockers is blown open and spitting out the ships co-pilot, Carolyn Fry, onto the deck of the main cabin.
Disoriented and nauseous from the sudden awakening and alarm sounds Fry sees the entire cabin bating in flashing red lights and as she looks towards her captains locker for answers little asteroids pierce through the metal hall at high speed hitting and passing though the captain, instantly killing him.
Horrified at what she saw she tries to get up on her wobbly legs and shivering like a flu victim, Fry stumbles to the next locker which contains the navigator Owens hoping in her disoriented mind he knows what to do.
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Fry lands on her ass when suddenly another's body falls over hers, shocked at the sudden fall to the deck she tries to sit up and push the body off of her before she realizes it's still alive and that it is Owens. In her disoriented search she had almost missed his locker, if he hadn't pulled in his own red handle which had open the door and spit him out she would have gone right passed him.
While Owens tried to sort out his disoriented head he started asking Fry questions, but Fry couldn't hear them because she was to busy being glad at not being the only one alive.
"Why did I fall on you?"
"Only 22 weeks out? … another 19 go? …I mean, I mean, I mean, why did I fall at all?"
When Fry finally started to listen at what Owens was asking the only thing she could think of responding with was that the captain was dead, but Owens didn't seem to be listening so she repeated herself.
"You hear me? Captain's dead…"
They swap nightmare looks when what she was saying started to sink into both of their minds. The ship was shaking, the captain was dead and they have been hit by something… And the only crew currently alive and awake was them; they were in charge of saving the ship and everyone's life.
Holy Smurf…
Both of them tried to collect their half sleeping bodies and move towards the main cabin fast as they could so they could start saving their asses.
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When they reaches the main cabin Fry shut of the alarms sounds and grabs the crew-suits and throws one towards Owens before she starts climbing the stairs to the second level of the ship to get the steering wheel. The first thing she does is throw herself into the captain seat and check out the screens.
"Shit. Owens we are hemorrhaging air and falling with the nose down. We have multiple holes and small fires in the back containers as well as heavy turbulence."
"Just tell me we're still in the shipping lane. Just show me all those stars, all those bright, beautiful, deep-space..."
Up on Owens screen an enormous desertlike planet is suddenly visible, explaining the gravity readings as well as the heavy shaking of the ship.
"FRY. Get that nose up and get us out of here…"
"I'm trying, but we are too heavy. She won't obey me."
Huntergratzner is falling in a 80 degree angle at 150 km per hour with multiple damages and the pilot and navigator is struggling to gain control as the atmosphere of the plant starts to burn their scrod.
"They trained you for this, right? Fry? FRY?"
She doesn't answer, because no they hadn't, for she hadn't taken the final test. The safe landing and event of a crash test hadn't seemed so important. But her uncle had promised her that it would never come to pass and that she had succeeded at all the other test and was ready for the real work… so NO, she hadn't been trained for this.
Fry starts hitting everything that seems relevant but can't get anything to respond. She is making critical errors because of the panic and cryo-sleep still in her body. Finally she does manage to open the ships brakes, but they aren't slowing them down fast enough.
Fry is starting to panic as the ship isn't responding to anything, when Owen opens the com-link between the two floors.
"It's a habitable planet with enough air to sustain us even if it's thin… If we can land this honk of shit we may just survive."
At that small glimmer of hope Fry runs even more switches trying to gain control of the ship against all odds so they can at least land relatively safe.
As she's starting to slow down the speed a new explosion rocks the ship. It comes for the back of the ship and Fry realizes that the breakers are gone at the same time Owens starts shouting about lost transmission. She realizes that the radio towers are gone to, so calling for help is out.
In the desperation an idea comes before the pilot and she starts hitting a specific set of buttons.
The doors behind Owens are loudly closed making him spin around in his chair and just stare at the door for a second for he starts feeling a new fear other than the risk of dying. He starts to shout up to fry demanding to know what she is doing.
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Fry ignores him as she continues to push the buttons and suddenly you could hear a set of hooks separation themselves from their cargo and a mighty shake racks the. Owens is staring with disbelieving eyes at the closed-door and asks Fry in a quiet voice if that was a purge for his to afraid what the answer will be.
"Can't get my nose down...too much load back there..."
The load… the load of living and breathing people. Did she mean the load of that contains 16 women, 19 children and 10 men…
Owens disbelief is leaving him and the belief that Fry will sacrifice a lot of innocent people to save herself start to set in.
He asked in a rage filled voice what she means by load.
"You mean that "load" of passengers?
"So what, we should both go down too? Out of sheer fucking nobility?"
As she is saying this she is ready to drop the second container, the second one before the 45 human being that is staring to awake and hammering on their doors terrified of what is happening but unable to leave their lockers.
Among them is Johns but he is familiar with the functioning of the lockers and starts searching for the red handle at the same time he stares across the glass to check on his prisoner.
The man himself is said to be at he's prime-of-life and has his golden shining badge on display, claiming to all that sees that he is a cop.
He is not a man who you instinctively either avoid or suspect to be bad for he has a boyish charm to him with his blue colored eyes and short curly honey colored hair. He is neither muscles nor small, he is a man in between and that is easily forgotten.
Across from him bound and trapped is Riddick.
He has a thick fabric over his eyes covering them up and making him blind, over his mouth a metal bit is placed to keep him from biting or find any way to escape. Across the prisoners locker a big red text declare the danger of opening the locker; "LOCK-OUT PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. ABSOLUTELY NO EARLY RELEASE" and Johns feels relieved that at least one problem are secured.
While Johns and the other passengers are awakening a heated debate is going on in the main cabin.
"Look, Fry. Company says we're responsible for every one of those…"
Owens are stopped in his heated speech by Fry who hisses back as an angry cat that she was not going to die for some stupid policy. Owens feels the purge of another section and nows that know there is only one more to go before they are all killers.
Owens shouts back in sheer desperation that they are at least going to try everything twice before they kill forty people and as he hears Fry hesitating he hurries to unfasten his safety belt and rushes to the emergency door handle and pulls it while he looks for anything to put between the doors thus stopping any vital purging. Hoping that the last section wont damage the most important one if fry purges it.
Owens has enough time to save the passengers but up in the control room Fry feels another huge jolt rack the ship and pulls the final handle to purge all the containers. When the purge doesn't happen Fry screams out her anger, fear and hatred at Owens.
"I'm not dying for them."
"70 seconds! You still got 70 seconds to level this beast out!"
And by the god, those second better be worth it Owens own survival instincts scream at him.
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Seething anger and guilt, Fry pops more air brakes, shedding more speed, more heat hoping to get the nose up. The ship does level -but it's still being pounded hellishly by the atmosphere. She tries to get a stable view out of the cracking window hoping against hope to find a miracle.
The last breakers are holding and the ship is starting to plane out, but is still going way to fast and steep for it to hold at impact, so in a last desperate attempt Fry prepares to releases the last cargo container before the passengers. She hopes that it will, just before the first impact, get the nose up just enough to make it glide on the sand even though she knows it will more likely rip open the last container containing life.
Meanwhile in said cabin Johns starting to realize the ongoing shit-storm and pulls on the safety release making the locker spit him out into the shaking metal floor. Hitting the ground hard and feeling disoriented the cop tries to shake off the last of the cryo-sleep so he can find out what the smurfing is going on.
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While all of this is happening something complete out of context was going on inside the last cargo container. The before mentioned mystique mirror had started to shake violently the moment Huntergratzner had entered the planet's atmosphere and slowly you could see the mirror beginning to melt and swell, if you had time to watch a melting mirror that is.
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Unknown to everyone as the humans was struggling to save their life the planet they were about to crash on was doing much the same, surviving.
It was no ordinary planet, first of it was more of a small moon then a planet and it survived by sucking energy in waste mount from space itself. The same moment this ship entered its atmosphere the moon had felt a new energy and started to devour it.
The mirror might be one of the most powerful magical artifacts ever created but against a moon it stood no chance (rest assured that if Ginny had known that she would most assuredly have found an energy sucking moon and thrown, before mention mirror, right into it).
Soon the magic were absorbed into the moon and what the mirror once had captured was starting to be released. One of the many objects the mirror spit out only to begin being drained by the moon was one Harry Potter.
"What… What the smurfs is going on?"
After being captured for several millenniums by a mirror without a clue as to what has happened one can understand the young man's confusion of his current location and slow reaction time (I like to see you being awake and quick after being asleep for a couple of millenniums in your ghost mates arms).
The last thing he'd seen was the Burrow, Ginny and the strange eyes within a mirror and now all he could see was a sarcophagus, very old weapons, books, golden jewels and luggage. Seemingly locked away in a compartment or storage of some kind.
"well, this doesn't feel like home!"
But soon that wasn't what concerned our hero the most, no that would be the strange feeling he had of being drained of his life energy by an unknown power and failing when he tried to pull it back.
No matter how much he pulled and tugged at the same time trying in wain to stand firm in a room that didn't seemed to ever stop shaking Harry couldn't retain the lost energy nor keep the rest from being slowly drained.
The feeling was excruciatingly painful and our hero had to grit his teeth to stop himself from screaming in pain. The tears was pouring down his face and his body was shaking more violently by the second then the room he was standing in as his magic was trying to save itself and failing.
"Holy mother of… what is going on? Is it bloody death eaters? Didn't I get everyone?"
This was the only thought that kept repeating itself in his mind as he kept up the pulling game with this unknown power that seemed to eat him alive. Harry didn't want to acknowledge it but what was happening was scaring the life out of him. His power and knowledge seemed useless and he was all alone in an empty compartment that seemed ready to break into pieces with no solution in sight.
In a last attempt as he felt himself start losing conscious because of the energy drain, the pain inside his mind, body and soul as well as the rooms violently shaking Harry sent out all of his energy in one powerful move only to fast grab as much energy as he could and draw it back painfully deep within himself and lock it away.
In doing so he saved himself and secured some of his magic as well as some of the moons energy from the desert like moons greedy hands. But Harry lost his conscious doing it making him miss the crews struggle to save the ship, the purge of his container and the miraculous landing *cough* crash *cough* of the Huntergratzner.
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So… what do you think?
I have seen my error and deleted the copy.
And just so everyone know: YES I´m going to finish the story, either this year or next are the deadline. I hate people who just let it die in the middle for who dosen´t want an ending of some sort.