Ironies and Things That go Bump in the Dark

Crashes Suck

Summary: Cherry Blossoms are said to have tragicly short life spans. Well not this one. What happens when she finds herself crashed on a planet with 3 suns and monsters that come out in the dark?

A/N: I just wanted to try this. Tell me if I should continue. This story will be second priority to my other story, but I will try to keep it updated.

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Sakura Haruno sighed in boredom. She was in cyro locker on a little spacecraft called the Hunter Gratzner.

Several thousand years ago she had surpassed her shishou. Unfortunately, that wasn't an intirely good thing. In her zeal to be better than her teacher she had discovered immortality. She had spent more and more training, in medic jutsu, taijutsu, kenjutsu and genjutsu. Eventually she didn't need to use handseals to do any of her jutsu, even the long and complicated ones. Then she didn't even have to focus on her medic techniques for them to take effect. Her chakra automatically healed any injury she got, even life threatening ones in seconds. And then it fixed her age. Her healing, unlike other medics who encouraged cells to produce more cells to fill the blank spaces, restored the original cells. She had the same cells she had when she was 25. She hadn't aged at all.

She hadn't even noticed it until she looked around and noticed all of her friends were getting older. She realized just how little she aged when she went on an undercover mission to a geisha house. She had blended in perfectly and that had been odd considering all the other women were in their twenties and she was in her fourties.

The reason she was bored was because she wasn't asleep. Cyro chambers had a fluid that made a person go to sleep for months at a time. But Sakura's body treated the fluid as a poison and purged it from her system automatically.

'Come to think of it,' Sakura thought to herself 'it just might be. What else could cause people to sleep for months at a time without having any bodily functions?'

She had spent twenty two weeks in the small locker. 'More like casket' She thought. That's the only other small box she could think to compare it to.

She turned her eyes to her travel companions once again. First up, the man directly across from her. Some sort of criminal judging by the way he was bound. He had a ball gag in his mouth and his hands were bound above his head at such an angle as to push the joints to the limit of endurance. That had to hurt. He was also blindfolded on top of that. Apparently the guy was a regular houdini to need that much to hold him.

He was awake though. Sakura could tell, his energy moved differently than an asleep person's would have. Not that his energy flow was different than the other's anyway. His energy seemed to automatically augment his senses and reflexes. It was like he was hot wired to have his energy act that way. He was a brilliant specimen of the male species as well. Yes males and females are totally seperate species. There was no way that they could be so different and still be the same species. His head was shaved but not completely, the time without shaving had allowed a thin layer of fuzz to grow on his skull. He was muscular and looked like one of those body builders from old earth. Except his muscle seemed to be slightly more compact and lean than body builders. Built for speed as well as strength.

She turned to look at the rest of the passangers. Red headed man next to the convict. Has a badge and guns. Passing as a cop. He's not though. Sakura could tell the subtle differences. She could also tell that he was on a drug. Probabily morphine it was one of the more popular drugs for mercs to use.

Two prospector types, a man and a woman. The woman was dressed in a tight tank top and leather pants the man was dressed in a long sleevled yellow shirt. His hair was salt and pepper gray and he had a short beard.

Another woman, part of the crew. She had a deep necked sleeveless black shirt. And her hair was pulled back.

There was a holy man and his three charges. Probabily on their way to New Mecca, on a spiritual journey.

And another child, a boy at first glance but Sakura had years and years to learn to look underneath the underneath. The boy was actually a girl.

Sakura sighed breathing in deeply using her chakra to augment her sense of smell. Smelled leather, metal, blood, and a medley of other scents she didn't bother identifying.

She groaned again and closed her eyes to catch some sleep.

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'They say your brain shuts down in cyro sleep, all but the animal part. Guess that explains why I'm still awake.' Riddick mused to himself. 'Transporting me with civilians. Sounds like fourty, fourty plus.

Smell tools, leather, sweat-prospector types, a woman and a man. Married judging by the way their scents mixed. Some hoo doo holy man and his three students, probabily on their way to New Mecca. But which route? Which route? Smell another woman-spicy, and the smell of machinery. Probabily one of the crew.

And my real problem, William J. Johns, the blue eyed devil. Smells like most mercs, greed and drugs-his was morphine.

And the only other person worth paying attention to. Smells good. Cherry blossoms, polishing oil, metal, and blood. Normally would be a good scent but the smell of the blood is a barely there scent. Suggesting she hadn't spilled any blood in quite a while.' Riddick drifted into his thoughts.

'Can't see through the blindfold but I can hear her sigh and move. She's awake.'

'Johns is transporting me to a maximum security slam, but this time he took a ghost lane. A long time between stops; a long time for something to go wrong.'

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And Murphy being the sadistic bastard he was took that as his cue. The whole ship rattled like it was going through turbulance. Then people were thrown against the front of their lockers. Sakura jolted awake just before she hit throwing her hands out to stop her face from hitting the see through material.

Red lights started flashing down the whole room. The crew would get a warning pop up across the screen of their chambers. The dose of cyro juice was stopped from flowing into the crew's bodies as soon as the alarms went off.

The woman crew member scrambled with her release handle before managing to open it. She fell forward, using her hands to arest her fall.

She moved over to the captain, who had grogily awakened and gestured for him to pull his leaver on his door. He scrambled for it uncomprehendingly for several second and just before he could open the handle a large comet came through the hull of the ship skewering him. He gurgled for a second as blood filled his lungs, and then fell against the front of the locker sliding to the bottom dead.

The female's mouth openned in shock and suddenly the ship was hit with another wave of turbulance and the last crew member fell out of his locker.

"He's dead. Captains' dead." She said mindlessly.

"Why did I fall?" The man demanded dazed.

"Captains' dead." She repeated.

"Why did I fall at all? We still have 19 weeks. I should still be asleep."

"Didn't you hear me? The captains' dead. Owens too." She said.

"Not Owens, not... Wait, wait, wait. I'm Owens. Right?" He asked confused.

"Cryo-sleep. Swear to god it sloughs brain cells." She swore angrily.

They stumble into the main room. The nav-bay. The woman grabs two suits from the storage and throws one to Owens even as she scrambles into her own.

She checks her screens.

"1550 millibars, dropping 20 MB per minute, shit, we're hemorrhaging air. Something must've took a swipe at us." She swore as she read the numbers out loud to both herself and Owens.

Owens was fiddling with his own controls. "Just tell me we're still in the shipping lane. Just show me all those stars, and that bright, beautiful, deep-space..." He activates the exterior view only to wish he hadn't seconds later.

A yellow surfaced planet was rushing to greet them. That explains why there's gravity.

"Jesus. God..." Carolyn mummered as she looked at the appoaching ground with fear.

The ship hits the atmosphere of the planet and the friction makes the ship catch fire, but the fire has nothing to burn so it stays there.

Fry rushes to the pilots seat. And begins flipping switches.

"They trained you for this right?" Owens asked over the headset he now has on even as he checks his own screens.

She doesn't reply.

'Well, that's reassuring.' Owens thought to himself.

Fry straps herself in and fumbles through the switches. She finally gets the shutters open and sees a bright light around the ship.

Owens was in a different chamber but was talking to Fry via the headset.

"Crisis problem selected Number Two of this system because it shows at least some oxygen and more than 1,500- would you shut the fuck up!" He shouts at the ship as if it could understand him as he slammed a button that makes the alarms turn off.

"-more than 1,500 millibars of pressure at surface level. Okay so maybe the ship did something right for a change..." He continued talking like he hadn't just snapped at a machine for sounding the alarm when something was wrong.

Fry continues flipping through switches, she has a whole dashboard full of them.

Fry flips up a security latch and thumbs the switch below.

Multiple purges result from the action. But the loss of all that weight all at once makes the ship roll.

Fry flips a couple more switches and manages to make the ship stop rolling.

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Sakura pulls the release on her locker she quickly steps out automatically shifting her weight to regain her balance even as the ship rolls she uses chakra to stick to the floor.

The red headed man falls out of his locker with an oof. As soon as he scrambles to his feet he looks over to his payday. Still locked up.

He then turned to her. Sakura stared back at him even as she shifted her weight to compensate as the ship lurched. The merc wasn't so lucky. He fell against the wall with a dull thunk.

She looked up even as the back of the ship tore off and flew away. She moved forward quickly but not desperately and used chakra to weld herself to a pipe that was towards the front of the ship.

The merc managed to grab a pipe and hold on.

The ground rushed by on either side of the open cabin. Most of the cyro lockers had flown out when the ship had first burst open.

Finally the ship settled in the sand with a thud. The merc had hit his head with the impact and passed out.

Sakura let go of the bar and crouched down next to the unconscious man. She could tell he was an unsavory character but it would be better to play nice until he did something that gave her the right to take him out. She put her hand over his head and a mint green glow surrounded her hands flowing into the wound beneath it.

Soon all signs of bruising and cuts faded from the merc's skin. All that was left was a little dried blood where the cuts had been.

She rolled him over into a more comfortable position before standing up. She walked out of the area looking for more injured survivors.

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'Now that's interesting' Riddick thought as he watched the woman heal Johns injuries.

He waited until she had left the area before using his strength to break the plexiglass of the locker. He moved over to Johns snatching his gun away and hiding it in the pipes at the top of the cabin. Then he scrabbles up after it. He waits patiently. He can hear the other survivors waking.

Voices speaking in english and arabic, coughing and groaning as they came to.

Johns wakes up and is walking by cautiously.

'Wait for it. Wait for it.' Riddick tells himself as Johns gets closer to his ambush spot.

As soon as Johns walks under him, Riddick drops his feet down still bound in chains. He wraps the front of the chain around Johns neck straining his muscles to strangle the merc.

John struggles, flips his baton open and starts beating at Riddick's legs hoping he'll let go. Its not working. He was even beating the convict in the groin area yet Riddick didn't make any pained noise nor lower the pressure he was excerting on the mercs neck.

Johns was starting to weaken so with the last of his energy he stumbles forward dragging Riddick with him. Both hit the floor hard. Riddick hit his head as he fell. Johns quickly puts the baton to his neck. "One chance and you blew it, Riddick." He sneers. "You never cease to disappoint me."

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Sakura finds the holy man's group and quickly heals any injury they have. The injuries were mostly scrapes and bruises. She heals the rest of the survivors as she finds them. The prospectors, then the girl passing as a boy, and the shifty guy- who introduced himself as Paris P. Ogilvie. Antiquities dealer, entrepreneur.

When she hears a scream she rushes to the sourse.

"Out, out, out, GET IT OUTTA ME!" She shivers at the sound. That must be extreamely painful.

She uses a shushin to move faster. Seeming to appear out of nowhere by Fry and Johns sides.

"Where the hell did you come from!" The merc yelled in surprise jumping away and raising his gun.

"Put that down." Sakura snaps back at him pushing both away so she could see the injury more clearly.

"There's Anestaphine in the med-lock. That end of the cabin... next to..." Fry trails off as she realized the whole back of the cabin is gone. Including the med-lock.

"Move." Sakura ordered ushing them back. "And shut up. I can't concentrate with all your useless suggestions." She said stressed out. She pulls out her kunai and quickly cuts away the cloth before anyone even realizes she has a weapon.

She grips the tool in her mouth as she quickly removes the shirt away from the wound. She grunts in annoyance.

"You." She snaps her voice muffled by the metal. "Prospector. Hold him still while I pull the damn thing out." She orders.

She waits until the male prospector had ahold of both of the patient's shoulders before gently but quickly yanking the metal out of his chest making sure to avoid the heart. The heart was much more tricky to heal than the lungs. She quickly dropped the bloody metal and brought a glowing hand up to his chest.

'It would be much easier if he was laying down.' She mused even as she proded his cells to knit themselves back together. First the heart and lungs. Then coax the blood that had escaped the veins out. Patch up the skin and use chakra to make the heart stop jumping around like a bunny on speed.

She totally lost herself in her work and when she finally pulled back she wiped the thin layer of sweat off of her forehead.

"Whoo. Haven't had a challenge like that in years." She muttered out loud.

Her patient had quieted down as her chakra soothed away both the pain and the damage. He was looking pale when she finished but he was alive.

"There. As soon as we get settled you are on bed rest for at least a month." She ordered seriously staring at the man.

He nodded weakly. Anything she said. She had saved his life.

"Good, now that that's done. Who else is injured?" She asked turning to the other survivors who had watched her heal a man from the brink of death with awe.

"Fry is." Johns interjected pushing the stunned woman forward.

"Hm, bruised rib. Couple shallow cuts." She murmered out loud as her chakra erased all traces of injury from Fry's body.

"That's so cool. How did you do that?" The girl who acted like a boy asked.

"Its called a jutsu. I learned to do it when I was a teenager." Sakura replied.

"Whatever it was thank you." Owens blurted.

"Can I learn to do that?" The girl asked suddenly.

Sakura looked at her. "Maybe I can teach you. I haven't had an apprentice in years. But you'll have to learn everything I teach you. Everything." She said bluntly. She wasn't going to train half-assed.

"I can do it." The girl agreed eagerly.

"Come on, kid. We got your apprenticeship to discuse." Sakura said grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her along.

"If anyone else gets injured come and get me." Sakura threw over her shoulder.