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He was being hunted again. He had left, sincerely hating the keeping of what he had killed. Now the group of people that had come under his control was scattered; divided; leaderless. A small group had broken off and was on its way after him, and so no one would dare mess with them. They were the Necromongers, Destroyers of Planets and under the rule of a man with a past so shrouded in urban legend that it was hard to sift the truth from the fabrications. The new Lord Marshall had been in control for nearly four years now, but recently he had deserted his post. And the Necros were coming for him, thinking that they were safe in no-one else coming for the man.
Jessa Valkyrie wasn't no-one. She was a big-business Merc, and this was her best job ever. Nine hundred thousand credits for the capture of the Lord Marshall. She was to go alone, and lure the Marshall into trusting her and then catch him unawares. It would not be easy, and Jessa had to warn herself she would be constantly flirting with death, betraying the Lord Marshall that way, alone and without many weapons. What they hoped would sedate him enough for Valkyrie to drag him aboard her ship was not any safety net for her life, the one thing Jessa Valkyrie held aloft besides money.
She had needed no incentive. During his first year as Lord Marshall, he had used his new power to bring about a demi-purge of all Mercs. He had killed her brother Simeon and wrecked her home and the lives of many people. The death of her brother at the man's hands is what fueled her to capture him and hand him over for his own death. To hand over Richard Riddick to torment and death rather than another Slam would be revenge sweeter than the Gods' ambrosia.
Tapping a few buttons on her console, Jessa entered the atmosphere of Katyn Prime. She was prepared to land in a clearing well-hidden by woods and brush, and then continue the search for Riddick on foot. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park, but Jessa was ready for it. She'd spent months of training under the great masters, and was mentally if not physically prepared for hand-to-hand combat with the Furyan.
Jessa holstered a gun, checked her knife, and exited the ship.
Not too far away, a pair of eyes hidden by eerie goggles watched Jessa's every move intently. He didn't know her, but from her garments and the way she held herself, Riddick guessed she was a Merc, and a damn good one – her ship was costly. Riddick's lips parted ever-so-slightly into a chilling smirk. The ship wouldn't be her worry in too long; escape from Katyn Prime would replace it.
He was being hunted again. He had left, sincerely hating the keeping of what he had killed. Now the group of people that had come under his control was scattered; divided; leaderless. A small group had broken off and was on its way after him, and so no one would dare mess with them. They were the Necromongers, Destroyers of Planets and under the rule of a man with a past so shrouded in urban legend that it was hard to sift the truth from the fabrications. The new Lord Marshall had been in control for nearly four years now, but recently he had deserted his post. And the Necros were coming for him, thinking that they were safe in no-one else coming for the man.
Jessa Valkyrie wasn't no-one. She was a big-business Merc, and this was her best job ever. Nine hundred thousand credits for the capture of the Lord Marshall. She was to go alone, and lure the Marshall into trusting her and then catch him unawares. It would not be easy, and Jessa had to warn herself she would be constantly flirting with death, betraying the Lord Marshall that way, alone and without many weapons. What they hoped would sedate him enough for Valkyrie to drag him aboard her ship was not any safety net for her life, the one thing Jessa Valkyrie held aloft besides money.
She had needed no incentive. During his first year as Lord Marshall, he had used his new power to bring about a demi-purge of all Mercs. He had killed her brother Simeon and wrecked her home and the lives of many people. The death of her brother at the man's hands is what fueled her to capture him and hand him over for his own death. To hand over Richard Riddick to torment and death rather than another Slam would be revenge sweeter than the Gods' ambrosia.
Tapping a few buttons on her console, Jessa entered the atmosphere of Katyn Prime. She was prepared to land in a clearing well-hidden by woods and brush, and then continue the search for Riddick on foot. It wasn't going to be a walk in the park, but Jessa was ready for it. She'd spent months of training under the great masters, and was mentally if not physically prepared for hand-to-hand combat with the Furyan.
Jessa holstered a gun, checked her knife, and exited the ship.
Not too far away, a pair of eyes hidden by eerie goggles watched Jessa's every move intently. He didn't know her, but from her garments and the way she held herself, Riddick guessed she was a Merc, and a damn good one – her ship was costly. Riddick's lips parted ever-so-slightly into a chilling smirk. The ship wouldn't be her worry in too long; escape from Katyn Prime would replace it.