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As they surged towards the grey mass Riddick flipped the switch to start the landing process. He became absorbed in the ship. Landing controls were on. Medical Program shut down.

He barely noticed Jack slip into the co-pilot seat looking pale. "Riddick?"

"Don't worry Princess, I'll land the ship." Riddick growled.

Jack turned back to the front of the sip as they hit the atmosphere.

The rattling stopped once they got past the initial part of the atmosphere and Jack watched Riddick's death grip on the piloting controls loosen, if only a little.

"What's your status?" Riddick clipped off.

Jack simply lifted an eyebrow at that one, "What?"

Riddick clenched his teeth, the adrenaline was doing bad things to his temper and his mood wasn't that good to start off with. "Are you bleeding? Broken? Can you feel all your damn limbs yet?"

"Shit, no, no, and yes! What the hell crawled up your ass and died?" Jack spat. What the hell?! Talk about hormone swings!

"This little tag along I haven't been able to get rid of for quite some time," Riddick growled, evening the ship out. He turned and glared at her, even though his goggles were on.

"Why you insufferable…"

"Unidentified craft, do not deviate from your present course. We will escort you to landing dock seven." The speaker on the front panel said.

"Shit," Riddick said, pushing the emergency boosters again.

There was a noise from the back and Jack expecting intruders grabbed her knife and flung herself from her seat towards said noise. To her surprise the knife went straight through the woman standing there. "Stress specs reached. Engines are failing. It is necessary to find a landing port as soon as possible. There is now a fire in Engine two which is inoperable."

"A hologram?!" Jack hollered into the front of the craft.

Riddick remained silent piloting though the air trying to loose the cruisers behind him. He saw what looked like a swamp or lagoon and aimed towards that spot. He could loose them in the underbrush and gunk.

"Fire in fuel line three. An explosion is imminent. Evacuate the ship, for your own safety. The exits are to your…"

"Shut up," Riddick yelled. "Jack grab what guns and ammo there are. We'll be needing

them."

Jack was too busy grabbing the ammo to notice that he had used her given name, not Kyra. She found a backpack on the floor and began stuffing clips into it and then grabbed the corresponding guns. She had almost gotten them all when there was an explosion in the back of the ship that sent her flying into the back of the passenger seat. Shaking her head she sat up.

"Hold on, this isn't going to be pretty," Riddick said, putting it on autopilot and going back to her. He picked her up and braced her against the wall, using his own body to pin her up. Jack still held the bag of ammo and guns in her hand. Even in her dazed state she still managed to notice how… masculine Riddick managed to smell.

The front passenger side of the craft hit the ground and sent the rear end of the ship flying over it's front.

"Shit!" Jack yelled, holding onto Riddick's arms.

Then there was the sounds of sizzling… They had landed in some sort of water and thankfully the ship quit moving on it's own. Jack lifted her head and looked past Riddick to see greenish looking water beginning to seep into the ship. "Riddick!"

Riddick turned around and saw the water advancing. "We have to stay in the ship."

"What?!"

"If we stay in here long enough, they'll think we've drowned. We have to stay in the ship as long as possible," he said, coolly.

"Yes, but then we risk drowning," Jack said. He was insane that had to be it. Jack tried to scoot out from underneath him when his hands grasped her shoulders and held her firmly there. Jack began to panic the water was already up the her thighs.

"We wait until all the air has drained out of the cabin and then I'll open the doors and we can swim out. Until then just breath. You wanted this life Kyra, now you have it. Quit complaining." Riddick said. He grabbed his knife from the boot he had deposited it in earlier and strode through the water towards the cockpit. The windsheild had cracked in the landing and Riddick pushed the knife all the way through the glass so the air had somewhere to drain out of and they wouldn't just bob there like a cork. He could see the cruisers from earlier landing next to them, he could only hope they missed what he had just done. Seconds after his knife left the hole it had made the water began to rise, rapidly.

"Riddick, I can't swim!" Jack yelled. The water was up to her throat.

Riddick waded back to her and took her face in his hands. "You kick your legs and flap your arms." They were rising towards the ceiling in the sickly smelling water. "I don't have time to give you a tutorial. We have to wait until the cockpit goes under" They were pressed against the top of the craft fighting for breath. "Get a big breath." And then they went under.

It hurt her eyes to open them in such nasty waters, not that they were improvement from Crematoria but still she hadn't gone swimming in the stuff. It was dark too, she could barley make out Riddick, just watching the cockpit go under. This was suicide. For good measure she grabbed his wrist, for fear if he moved any farther away she would loose sight of him altogether.

Then without warning he moved and opened a door to his left pushing out into the waters and swimming towards the surface. Jack flapped her arms and kicked her legs, it was hard work but she kept up with him. Just before the surface with her lungs burning she felt something grab her arm and stop her. In a panic she whirled on Riddick when she noticed he had his finger to his mouth. Keep quiet, she could do quiet but right now oxygen was becoming a necessity.

Jack lifted herself out of the water just enough to be able to inhale through her nose. If she hadn't known Riddick was behind her, she would have been completely unaware of his presence he was so damn quiet. Riddick pulled her towards his chest and started backing them towards the shore that wasn't infested with cops. Jack followed his line of vision and saw a wrecking crew lifting the ship back out of the water. Damn. They had left the door open, luckily no one had quite noticed that yet. They reached the opposite shore and hit the ground running.

"Where are we going," she whispered.

"Away from them," Riddick said never breaking stride.

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