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 9… will we make it?

The big red button above her head was mocking Caroline Fry as she tried to calculate the distance between the ship and the desert planet. The ship computer was giving constant data but Caroline had trouble believing it because it did not look like it was 60 meters before impact, it looked much closer. Suddenly like she wasn´t under enough pressure the COLLISION ALARMS kick in and started counting down 40 meters...30...20...10... out loud, scaring the bee jeebus out of Caroline and Owens.

When the computer screen shows 10 meters Caroline throws her arm up and slams her hand onto the button and purges the last bunker containing, unknown to everyone else onboard, Harry Potter before she hits the last breaks the ships got. Hoping against hope that it will be enough, that the nose will get down and the ship will protect her from dying.

The cargo bay containing the passengers' rocks and cracks along the sides as the purge happens, but it holds against all odds… for now. Johns who had been getting up from the floor spins around as the cabin shakes and looks at the damage… and pales, he realizes that the container will break at any second and plunge them to their death. For a millisecond Johns stare at the cryo-lockers containing the passengers and realizes they are all going to die.

Like any other survivor Johns doesn't even think he throws himself towards the main decks doors seeking refuge and safety but before he makes it three steps the ship hit the ground throwing him and any loose material with great force towards the front of the ship. The sudo-police officer manages to grab hold of a pillar and clings to it with all his power as the ship breaks down and crashes into the ground.

The cracks from the last purge has weakened the hull and rocked lose everything bolted to the cabins sides. At the first impact the passenger-container gets compressed and the hull is cracking open. Upon impact over 20 cryo-lockers starts falling the first few seconds before the ship starts to break apart. Johns sees the middle and back-end of the container being ripped loose taking most of the lockers with it leaving behind a huge gaping hole that is spewing in sand and debris. Only leaving the cryo-lockers at the front-end of the cabin mostly compact.

In the cockpit Fry was faring better, the only thing she needs to endure is the hurricane of sand that had started after the windscreen had imploded at the second impact. Unbelievable enough the nose had gone down for a couple of seconds after the last purge, lasting long enough for the impact to be damped and plain the ship out enough for the structure to hold.

Owens was not as lucky, for his chair like the back-end cryo-lockers was ripped loose sending him, upon impact, sailing through the air and into the ceiling. As the man is plunged around with every bump and flip of the ship Owens is powerless to save himself. Strapped down and secured in his chair the navigator has to hope that he will survive even though he is screaming in pain as his body get pummeled.

Fry unable to hear or help Owens tries to see through the wind and sand surrounding the cockpit. The ships heaviness is helping them survive but it is still getting a beating and it will be a while before it stops because of the high speed when entering the atmosphere. But the ship is, thankfully, slowly burrowing down into the ground the longer it glides on the surface.

The pilot realizes that soon the entire cockpit will be filled with debris and sand so in an attempt to protect herself Caroline pivots her chair 180 degrees a nanosecond before a dirt avalanche spills into the cockpit.

The main ship of the Hunter Gratzner was faring better then Fry´s purged cargo containers. Two of them had disintegrated from the atmospheric fire and steep impact upon the ground leaving only black marking on the surface. Harry's container had a little more luck as it followed the ships crashing lane. The entire hull was bumped and cracked but mostly in one piece, and it was thanks to the pressure wave from the main ship when it first hit the ground. It had worked as a bumper.

Our unconscious wizard was still decked out and buried in debris, luggage and boxes but thankfully alive. Everything was topsy-turvy and it was because of to the enormous sarcophagus that Harry had made it. It had miraculously, as the container had spun and rolled alongside the main ship, knocked other luggage away from the boy and mainly giving him shelter since the boys unconscious body was tucked in-between it´s many straps.

As the ship and container finally come to a stop everything was silent. Not a sound was made for the first few minutes as the entire planet seemed to be holding its breath waiting for the next surprise or catastrophe.

After many minutes that for the survivors felt like days, when most of the dust had settled and the smoke had cleared the first couple of movements was being attempted.

The first one to make a move was the prisoner. During the crash his locker had broken down and after some trickery he had manage to come loose. But as he climbed out of the box that had imprisoned him he noticed other movements. Riddick was by no means stupid, there was no time to get loose from the handcuffs and he needed to hide from Johns and the others now. As his feet touched the ground he heard sounds coming from a pile near him and after making a quick check he discovered what had happen with his keeper. Making quick decisions Riddick decided it was time for a game, just to see how much value he had in this environment. He ripped loose the mercs gun and sprinted off into the darker parts off the ship.

As soon as Riddick was gone the noises was back and everywhere you could hear coughing, moaning, talking and names being shouted. Caroline was slowly coming to by the sound from the survivors making her slowly open her eyes. The first thing she saw was yellow dust and broken equipment everywhere, the next thing to registries was the pressure around her chest. The pilot was buried up to the shoulder in sand making it hard to breath and move. After several minutes trying to get out of the chair Caroline finally frees herself, but she has no energy to go anywhere, the shock and adrenaline is taking out their toll on her leaving her empty and distant in the cockpit.

Johns, who had survived the landing, was also coming to because of the noise and buried in debris. He had during the impact lost his hold and been thrown into the wall of the hall, thus losing conscious, and gotten entangled by debris and loose pipes. The merc disguised as a cop felt something wet dripping down his face and after lifting a hand to feel around he discovers that one of the ears has been damaged and in need of attention.

Deciding to find the first aid kit he stumbles his way out of the pipes only to suddenly freeze solid. Riddick's cryo-locker is empty and Johns reaches slowly for his holster while he listens for the monster. It´s gone, torn right off his belt it seems. Riddick most have been in a hurry, that means he isn´t too far away.

No prisoner and no weapon, well if that isn´t a spooky combination.

Nearby he sees traces of moved debris giving him a direction of the big-guy, taking out his beloved baton Johns set off in pursuit of his prey...

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While Johns was playing hunter, Riddick prey, Harry sleeping-beauty and Fry the depressed survivor the other passengers had started to free themselves and was searching for tools so they could help the other once trapped in their lockers.

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Suddenly one of the survivors lights a cutting torch and starts using it to open up one of the jammed cryo-lockers, it isn´t long before the window is torched away to reveal a teenager. A teenager around 12 with short cut hair that's framing a baby-round face (decorated by a sloped-like nose, thin lips and two fishlike green-colored eyes) is thrown to the floor making a thin layer of sand fly up into the air.

The child seems unharmed to her rescuers when the first thing that comes out of her mouth is;

"So I´m guessing Somethin' went wrong, huh?" making the women that was holding the blow torch roll her eyes and her husband to snort in amusement before he gives the kid a hand off the floor. The rescuers are two middle-age settlers by the name Shazza and Zeeke who had been on their way to New Mecca in search of a lucrative job offering. The couple have been together since they were children and was like straw and clay, where one went so did the other.

Shazza was 37 years old and a strong independent woman. With sharp black eyes she noticed things about climates most people would ignore and with her sharp hawk like nose she could find hidden treasures beneath the earth. She had black hair, an angular face, a long body and always wore a black-pearled necklace given to her by her husband. Zeeke was in many ways different from his love, he had a chubby face, silver-lined hair and a fat nose. He was short and muscular and always looked at the world with a skeptical face.

They were dust and grease looking by nature, them being settlers and all, and was used to harsh weather and climates of different kinds. But the heat the two of them was experiencing now was not one they had felt before, the air had no moister at all. Like the air itself has been torched by the yellow sun that was shining thru the enormous gap in the container.

Shazza a practical women and did not really care about the environment in the moment since they still had passengers to help, but Zeeke was worried. They seemed to be in a desert and with no life in sight he was troubled, where would they find water? And would they be able to drink it if they found it?