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 11… introductions and reality checks.
The two join the others outside who all introduces themselves to the cop believing him to be the authority in the mess they landed in. The most kiss up of the all had to be Paris was Johns quick decision as the man almost plastered himself onto his person and stared with glassed eyes on his badge. The man looked to be in his late 40´s and seemed to live a comfortable life since he was overfed and over groomed. He locked to be a hybrid between a librarian and a pervert. Stuffed, proper and intelligent but still creepy.
After Johns got the man to back down four kids in different ages took his place and started speaking rapidly to him in an foreign tongue. From their dressing Johns guesses they are "Chrislams" out on a pilgrims and the big black pillar-steady man behind them much be their guide. After making it clear for the kid that he had no idea what they were asking he was introduced to Imam who looked close to 55 years. The old holy-man smiled and gave his greeting before he apologized for the little once, whose names were Ali, Suleiman and Habib.
After the introduction was done they all started to look around to get a better feel of the land and to see if there was any other survivors close by. But all that is greeting them is plain wasteland and scorching desert. It is an unforgiving terrain that only unique feature is the spike-like dooms that sticks up outside the ships "landing-area". What surprises them the most though is the discovery of another sun, except for the big yellow one there is also a red one.
The chances of finding water plummets when the settler Shazza and Zeeke explains the usual outcome of a world with too many suns. The man Paris who presented himself as an archeologist just give a big sigh and throws up his hands in mock horror.
"Well. Our own little slice of heaven how wonderful isn´t that. I guess our hope lies in the rescue ship that is coming."
The Chrislams looks nervous at the man's words and fall to their knees but before they can start praying confusion arise as they tries to orient themselves on the planet's surface.
"Is there anyone that knows which that leads to New Mecca? To pray we most have an direction."
Everyone tries without thinking to sort out which way is which. North? South? East? West? Nobody knows and Johns snaps open a compass only to find that the needle is swaying rudder-lessly. But suddenly it does not matter for the screams stops and a heavy silence falls among the survivors. Does it really matter in what direction you pray? As long as you are praying. Imam places himself and his three novices in a circle and starts singing a prayers song for the lost souls on the ship.
As Caroline holds Owens dead body and wreaked by agony for her choices the songs from outside reaches her and slowly brings her back to life. After cleaning herself and Owens up after the best of her capability she gets up and start moving towards the light. She wanted to survive, and to do that she needed to start moving.
After entering the light she is meet by the Chrislams praying on the ground but can´t find the others. Jack who together with the Ali spotted the women shouts out to her. When Caroline locates the noise she sees several people on top of the ship and starts climbing. When Caroline reaches the other she is met by Johns.
" There was a big talk about a scouting party. But it seems like a silly idea."
Turning around at the hand wave Johns does Caroline understands what he means. Behind them trailing several kilometers there is a smoldering scar marring the ground surrounded by crushed lockers and debris. One glance confirms that there are no other survivors and if there is they would not be alive for long. But it is not the black scar that seems to be the main problem though.
" Is there anyone else that's having breathing problems? Aside from me, because it feels like I lost a lung here." Paris asked just to make sure he is not mortally wounded. Jack just looks at him and nods.
" It feels like I just ran, or something."
Shazza looks into the other survivors on the ships-roof and brings to attention that the problem is affecting all of them. But Paris, now convinced his going to live has to shine a bit, it is important to make oneself look vulnerable to up the survival chances after all.
"Well, I tend toward the asthmatic. And with all this dust."
Caroline suddenly notices all the others eyes upon her an realizes that even though there is a cop amongst them they are going to look to her for answers. Desperate to say something she says the first idea that comes up.
"It's must be the atmosphere. Perhaps too much pressure and not enough oxygen. Might take a few days for the lungs to adapt."
Zeeke not satisfied with that is wondering what really happened and again the attention is directed upon Fry.
"Somethin' must have knocked us off-lane. Maybe a rogue comet, a gas-explosion anything really, maybe we'll never know."
Nodding at the different possibilities Shazza realizes what luck they really had.
"Well, I for one, am thoroughly grateful. This beast wasn't made to land like this. But cripes, you rode it down good girl. That deserves some recognition… Come on your lazy arses. "
The others concurred with smiles and a wave of kind hearted congratulations was made before they laid thankful hands on Fry's shoulders. Caroline can hardly register the pain that is stabbing at her as the passengers thank her one by one. The only thing she can think is ´Owens did it, not me´.
Little later in the day when they had have more time looking over everything and actually think, the atmosphere between the survivors was much calmer and peaceful. There was a lot of danger they knew, but for right now they took the chance to get to know each other.