Title: Alone and Falling
By: Shadowelf-88
Rating: Meh, PG-13, though it could get a bit heavy for some violence later.
Summary: Amaya is an Undercover Cop with a secret. She doesn't need anybody, that is, until she meets Riddick. They're almost the same, with predatory senses and shields like ice, but when night begins, it will test how much they truly need each other.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but the plot and Amaya, you wanna use her, ask nicely and you can. It ALL belongs to the company, I'm not making ANY profit……. Blah, blah, you get it.
Beginning A/N: Um, this is my first PB fanfic, please don't sue if some plots twisted, I only watched the movie like 3 times….. okay, here goes.
Amaya stepped gingerly onto the ship's tarmac, tossing her duffel bag over one shoulder and observing the hangar with a keen, almost predatory stare. Typical trans ship, by this time bustling with people and crew eager to get on board. It was gonna be a long trip to the Tangiers System, and Amaya hated Cyro. It made her feel vulnerable, open to anyone with a mind to attack her.
She stopped as a worker detained her. "Identification please." He said calmly, reciting the words he must have said a million times before. Amaya nodded, pulling her long black hair away from her face as she opened a section of her duffel, fishing through a group of Government-issued fake passports before finding one she liked.
Handing it to the worker, he looked it over, comparing it with a hand-held computer. "Alright, Special Agent Lupe, I'm giving you full Security clearance, and you have twenty minutes to load your cargo before we take off." Amaya nodded with a dazzling white smile.
"Thank you Mr.…. Hoskins. Your help is much appreciated." She replaced her passport, and walked onto the bridge of the ship, closing her eyes until she pinpointed the location of the Storage Chambers.
"Is everything ready?" She asked a short young man, in his early twenties, who was busy wrestling with her cargo. He nodded, puffing with exertion as he moved the large, Plexiglas crate into position. She grinned at the effort it was taking him to move it just several inches.
"Here." She said with a sigh, punching a code of numbers into a small screen. "Try again." The worker glanced at her incredulously, but gasped in surprise as the weight became almost too light. Amaya grinned mischievously, but changed her tone to a deeper, more commanding one. "And watch that cargo. It's much more important than you'll ever be, so treat it like your life."
She turned away, striding to the head cabin, where she was set to stay for the next month or so. Her chamber was much smaller than she would have liked it to be, but she could live with that. She leaned against the wall, staring at the other passengers through long, dark eyelashes. Two prospectors, a kid, a Holy Man and three boys, a rich Antiquities Dealer, by the smell of Polish hanging about him like a plague, and a Merc. He was assisting strange cargo to be put into place at the back wall of the chamber, and Amaya couldn't help but to narrow her already above average vision to see what it was.
A man, tall and bald, with huge muscles lining his entire body. He most likely was being shipped to a slam, by the shackles and horse bit in his mouth, and she wasn't surprised by the extra security. He was huge, no doubt about it, and if she was in the Merc's position, she probably would have too.
The Merc himself noticed her stare, and with a barked order to the men putting the Con in place, he turned to talk to her. "That's Richard Riddick. I'm taking him to a slam, just out of Tangier, where he should have been in the first place." Amaya nodded slowly, biting her lip to keep from laughing. A Merc talking to a Cop. How interesting. "Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself. The names Johns." He held out a hand. She took it warily, still staring at Riddick.
"Lupe, pleased to meet you." He reeked of sweat and Morphine, and she wasn't gonna take a chance going into personals with a Hype, no matter what his profession was. He smiled at her, before turning back to the prisoner.
"Maybe we could catch lunch sometime, hey Lupe?" He asked. Amaya fought to keep her body language civil. "Maybe, but hey, I'm a busy girl." She said easily, the sheer sarcasm flowing off her tongue. He took the hint, and said nothing else.
Too soon, Amaya was placed in her Cyro chamber. She sighed, closing her eyes and hoping for the best.
She awoke what seemed like minutes later, to the sound of alarm bells ringing all around her. Her chamber opened on automatic release, and she fell to the floor, rolling gracefully to her feet. Good thing I set my stats to the Pilots. She thought to herself, glancing around the cabin as the Pilots woke too. The docking Pilot, Fry, glanced at her curiously for a moment before running to the controls.
"What the hell is going on!" She shouted to the other pilot, Owens. He shrugged, sprinting to another part of the main cabin. She sighed, and turned back to the controls, where Fry was frantically trying to straighten the ship.
"How can I help?" She called over the noise. Fry turned back to glance at her for a moment, before pointing to a group of levers on the sides of the panel. Amaya nodded, pulling the first down. She was halfway done when a huge piece of something whipped by her face, smashing into her forehead. She slowly lost control of her vision, sliding into dark unconsciousness.
A/N: Okay, so this is chapter numero uno. I'm pretty happy with it, and don't complain if it's detailed, the next couple shall be shorter and more action packed, but I'm gonna follow Amaya's part in everything, instead of skipping sections. Well yeah, R R or I'm gonna stop, flames are accepted if they have a point. So talk to y'all l8r, peace out.
Shadowelf.