Chapter 1: The crash, the convict, and the assassins.
Riddick's POV:
They say that most of your brain shuts down in cryo-stasis. all but the primal side, the animal side. No wonder I'm still awake. Transporting me with civilians. sounding like 40, forty plus. Heard an Arab voice. Some hoo-doo holy man probably on his way to New Mecca, but what route? What route? I smelt a woman, sweat, boots, tool belt, leather. Prospector type. Free settlers and they only take the back roads. Then there was my real problem. Mr. Johns... the blue-eyed devil. He is planning on taking me back to slam... only this time he picked a ghost lane. A long time between stops. A long time for something to go wrong.
Something bothering me. About 13 weeks into the trip the docking pilot's chamber opened. I heard her typing and an electronic voice conforming that a New course of travel was accepted. The more I thought about it I realized that something was very wrong. Johns had been pretty chatty with the docking pilot before we left the port. There was a plan and it was going to be very bad. My thoughts were interrupted by a hiss and a groan of a door opening, and then a sweet smell filled the air in the room. I looked threw the slight rip in the blind fold and there stood a woman. She had golden dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes. She was wearing a crimson tube top and a black denim mini skirt, along with a black pair of knee high, high heel boots that buckled on the side. Her hair was easily down to her waist; it was tested and pinned up in large curls with her bangs curled around her face. Her lips were covered in bright red lipstick.
Girl's POV: (A little before the boarding the Hunter-Gratzner)
I was in the bathroom looking at my teased hair, it actually hurt, but I had a Job to do. I took a deep breath. My target got on a ghost lane ship known as the Hunter Gratzner. They were mainly used by prospectors, illegals, runaways, and smugglers, basically anyone who needed to get away from port quietly. I got the last ticket, but I had to act like a bubble brained blonde, cause I was running low on my on hand cash. Oh how I hate doing that. Sighing I walked to the older ship. Rubbing my temples. My Mark was in there already. Grabbing my two bags from where I hide them before speaking to the ticket clerk. I giggled and added more sway to my hips as I slipped into my character. I asked where my cryo-locker was and giggled at the captain when he told me. Carefully placing my bags there. standing up when I felt someone slap my ass. I looked up into the blue eyes of my mark Johns.
"Hello there cutie."
"Oh my why aren't you a real hotie." I faked a giggle.
"Well. Thank you ma'am" I almost gaged at the look of lust in his eyes.
"Attention please, this is your captain speaking. Please make your way to your cryo-chambers please we are about to depart. Thank you." the loud speaker said.
"Oppsie I got to go." I took off to my cryo-chamber it was right across from the 'convict,' Richard B. Riddick, whom Johns' was taken back to the slam. After getting comfortable it didn't take long to succumb to sleep.
Time passes by so slowly on a ghost lane, because it a long distance between stops. I was so fucking board. I felt my brother on board. 'Great.' My brother was the navigator and the 'message boy' as I call him, for he ran the communication board. Actually he was the communication director for the company. Right now I'm cursing my primal side of my brain as it is the most dominate side, and it is making me suffer this long ass trip mostly awake. I guess I could have taken some sleeping pills.
To ease so boredom I hacked the main frame of my chamber and smile in satisfaction at the sharp his and groan as the door opened. I half Expected to float in the air as I jumped out of the chamber. When I didn't I noticed the gravity was on? 'How odd.' Then my nose caught the smell of someone who was walking around not too long ago. Followed the sent to the docking pilot, Fry I think that was her name. I walked passed Riddick and Owens who was snoring quiet loudly.
I followed the trail to the control room. "Odd why would she need to check the coordinate without the captain. She is either planning something bad or undercover by the company to check on procedure. Which I doubt." I reason to myself when I heard a muffled chuckle. Spinning to see Riddick's shoulders were slightly shacking. 'Okay... So he is, also, awake but he is blind folded.' I looked around. 'Everyone else is asleep, check and no one can see my locker.' I walked to my cryo-locker. Determined to get out of these cloths and back to my normal ones.
{This is going to be a description of what she is wearing and has with her if you don't want to read it. Then don't but I suggest you do. Forgive me if it gets boring and over descriptive. This was just a heads up. It will also be Third Person's POV}
Taking off her clothes giving Riddick a look at her pale skin. Her bra was a plain red silk push up and hip hugging boy short panties. She took off her 'girly' bra and put on her trusty black sports bra, it help her while running. It was a good thing her back was to Riddick. She put on a pair black body armor pants, that were went 3/4 of the way down her shin, clinging to her skin, a pair of black denim shorts and a black tank top. The shorts hugged her thighs and they stopped just the center of her thigh. Finishing the outfit with a pair of black socks and a pair black combat boots that went half way up her shin.
She strapped a hunter's knife to her right thigh. She buckled the three straps that held metal shin guards. The handle of a small throwing knife was sticking out of both boots. The sheaths were built into the boots for safety. She slipped on a belt that had a gun holster on the right a bullet pouch on her left, both removed along with her medic pouch that stayed on the small of her back for quick and easy use. Wrapping her hands, wrist and elbows with a medical tape to keep them from getting hurt during a fight, it was black with red around the knuckles, before putting on a black jean jacket that hid the things on the belt perfectly.
Most of the tape was covered by fingerless gloves that had scuffed up metal backs, which protected the back of her hand while acting like brass knuckles. Quickly whipping the lipstick off for a more earthy honey color, barely noticeable. Brushing her hair until it no longer held a single curl in it then pulled it into a blue hair band. Slipping the final two throwing knifes in the wrist of her cloves. A wrist computer that covered half of her fore arm on her right arm. She rolled shoulders to work the stiffness out of her joints.
{It is over now back to Girl's POV.}
Smiling to myself. 'So much better.' I thought as I yawned. "Okay time for some more sleep" slipping my sunglasses into my right pocket.
Riddick's POV
She just changed from the bubbly blonde I heard before take off to a hunter, very interesting. I knew she was a hunter by how she followed the docking pilot's sent. Time past in a blur since then when there was a tremor rocked this large beast.
Third Person's POV
Fry started to climb out of her cryo-chamber when the Hunter-Gratzner shook violently slamming her back into it. She saw several quarter size meteors hit the captain like bullets. Then due to another shift she was thrown out. As Owens was thrown from his causing him to land on top of her. "The captain is dead!" Fry said sounding upset. they separated.
"Fry, why did I fall? We are only 18 weeks into the trip. Gravity shouldn't have been activated for another 22" Owens tried to rationalize the situation.
"The Captain is dead, Owens. I saw him die" Fry panicked. Owens's head snapped up and he ran to his station.
"Show me all those beautiful stars." When the steel blinds snapped opened to reveal an orange planet in their path. Fry had to keep a smile from forming on her face. "We got knocked off the shipping lane, Fry!"
She ran to her station. When Johns started to wake up, Riddick was already awake as was the girl; both were portending to be asleep. Johns made his way to the Fry.
"This is an emergency from merchant vessel Hunter Gratzner, in route to the Tangiers system with commercial passengers on board. We've been knocked out of our shipping lane and entering a planetary body in the following position: X 35/8, Y 98/5, and Z 21/6." When he got nothing back. Except for static and the sound of something detaching from the ship. "WHAT THE FUCK! Was that a purge, Fry?"
"Yeah to heavy in the ass!" She accused as Johns smiled from where he stood. The computer suggested another purge. So she got ready to purge the main cabin. The Main doors closing Behind Owens made his eyes narrowed.
"Fry don't do what I think you're going to do?" Owens's shouted.
"I will not die for them Owens." Fry argued.
"They're our responsibility, Fry!" His pleading voice had her hesitating long enough for him to open the door and jam it.
"I'll not die for them" Fry screamed throwing the switch when nothing happened. The word error flashed on her computer screen. "SHIT! OWEN!"
"You have 30 minutes to get the nose down Fry." Owens was proud of himself. He just saved the passengers for now.
"GYAH" She yelled as she started to kick the jammed lever, until it went into place. The last air brake snapped into place. The nose went down. When the air pressure caused one to rip off and slam into the cockpit and send glass into both of their faces. Johns was in the other chair he strapped in when they hit. The Impact caused the left side of the main cabin to rip off. Taken over half of passenger chambers with it, there were very few. When it slammed to a stop causing the others to slide forward and to get covered wreckage. In Riddick's case he was safe with no real damage. He could now easily bust the severely cracked glass. The girl's chamber was thrown across the room and a metal pipe had ripped through the back of the chamber and threw her side thankfully not really hitting anything. Slowly the others came out of the wreckage.
Girl's POV:
I was stuck and in pain. 'This fucking sucks.' I smashed my right hand against the metal frame causing me to pull my other wound to rip open a little more. 'Aw the pain. Curse you Johns'.' I surveyed the damage done to me. I was lucky that the metal pipe that was threw me was only the size of my pinky and only the tip stuck out meaning I could easily get off of this no problem. That is what I would do after open this box, my wrist computer told me my things were nearby so I could take care of my wound quickly. Busting the glass out of the chamber which was cracked and picked myself off the pipe and rushed to pack. I found it easily. Digging threw it I found my searing packets. Pulling out 2 of the single wrapped packages and ripped it open. I gritted my teeth as I put the jelled side on the bleeding wound and repeated the process on my back.
I choked back the screams as the patches flash heated so that it was like white hot metal. It slowly cooled off as I whipped the sweat off my face and tried to catch my breath. The heat clotted the wound. I then injected a serum to speed up my already fast healing time and kill any infection. I grabbed my knapsack and placed two pouches and gun holster on my belt. Then loading the 22 pistol and removing the silencer. Putting it in the ammo pouch which was the black one, it held 7 clips of 10 bullets.
The pain was slowly going away. A scream that broke my heart echoed through the air. The sound was coming from my brother. "Don't touch it! Don't- Don't you touch that handle, Fry!" I ran with all I had to him, but when I got there. Fry was yelling at the others to leave. Then she did the same to me! His sister. I yanked her up and threw her from the room. She looked terrified of me, good. God I could just kill her right now. "Honey?"
"Yeah bro, it's me" I said going over to him. Wrapping my fingers around his hand. "Hey. it will be alright." he gasped but nodded all the same, as my eyes began to water. "Listen, I'm going to use some of the Nano-bots that I created to remove the metal and repair the major damage." I cooed to him while rubbing his hair from his face," Not to lie to you it will hurt like hell." he cracked a small smile and nodded. I pulled out a few things. One was a leather strip hooked to a bit. I slipped it into his mouth, A clear liquid labeled serum, it was the stuff I used on me earlier, vile of what looked like black ink labeled metal eating Nanos and vile of red liquid that looked like blood labeled medical Nanos.
I gently poured the black liquid on to the metal and the red on the tender skin around the metal. They quickly went to work. The bleeding was Slowing to a stop, as the metal was disappearing. Once the job was done the Nano-bots were gathered and placed in their correct container. During the whole thing he had been trying not to scream by biting the bit and putting a death grip on my hand. But as soon as the searing pads were put in place, his cry was worse than the one earlier. When the pads were removed it showed the patched skin.
He took the needle, gently from my hand. Not wanting me to see this. So I turned around as he injected the serum and I could almost see him spasm as the muscles re-grew and reattached rapidly. It felt like eternity past before his hand landed on my shoulder. My head snapped to look at him, he was sitting there like nothing freaking happened, like always. He saw something in my eyes because the next thing I knew I was crying in his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, as we comforted each other.
"I'm alright little sis. Thank you." He said rubbing my back. I took that opening to shove three small red pills into his mouth. He swallowed and made a face like a child taking bitter, nasty medicine. "Blood pills? Nasty."
"Yeah well. It's better than dying from blood lose. They also help with clotting the wounds you already have." I took two for myself.
"What happened for you to need them as well?" Owens asked.
"Same thing that happened to you but on a Much smaller scale and in my side." I stood up. As he checked his ankle pistol and his ammo, silencer and his throwing knifes that lined his back. He took his hidden medical pack, that was a miracle that it was still intact and everything was useful, he slipped the same cloves that I had on, but it had retractable spikes in the knuckles. He had changed his shirt into a black lose sleeve shirt and camouflage pants.
I no longer had my jacket and had replaced my ripped tank top for another of the same color and type, my sunglasses where on my head.
"The atmosphere is heavier and lower in oxygen." Fry said to the group of scared survivors. Owens cleared his throat making her jump. "O-Owens" her face was priceless she looked like she saw a ghost.
"Let's see," he looked around as he and I covered our hands in dust, "Zeke, Shazza," he looked right at the prospectors, "Johns, Fry, Imam, Ali, Hassan, Suleiman, Paris, and Riddick is inside." Then he looked right at Jack. "Who are you? I don't remember you on the manifest." 'Photographic memory,' I thought, 'a blessing and a curse'
"I'm Jack!" The child was confident, but a bit worried.
"Well Jack. How you got here isn't really important at this point in time. The main thing is that we need water. Imam you are in charge of that."
"Who made you the boss Owens? You were dying not more than 10 minutes ago."
"Don't talk to him like that." I said. I really hated her.
"And who are you?" Fry snapped. Everyone just watched us and not noticing Johns slipped back into the ship. Owens's head snapped to the ship. He smirked as he walked up to me and put him hand on my shoulder.
"Riddick is free." Owens whispered to me. Breaking our slight glaring contest.
"My Name is Honey Owens, Sister to one Greg Owens." Fry looked shocked. Johns came out spitting out curse words.
"What lose your most important assets?" Owens and I asked together. Then we laughed as we high fived.
"I believe that Owens was onto an idea." Imam spoke for the first time.
"Good. The group will be this. Honey, you will go with Imam and his boys. Anyone else going with them and no Jack you will stay with me. As you are an adult less child, okay?" Jack was going to protest but just nodded.
"I'll go" Fry said.
"Me two." Johns said. "Someone has to keep them safe." This caused me and Owens to roll our eyes.
"You're going with them? What if Riddick shows back up here?" Paris whined.
[To Be Continued:]
