"The name is Kyra now, and I am a new animal." She jumped the rail and grabbed onto one of the many dangling ropes that had been put up as a means of transport for the inmates where stairs and walkways had failed. As her boots clanged down onto the steel walk below she disappeared into the mist and Riddick was left shaking his head up above. A new animal indeed…Kyra.

"Kyra. Ky-ra!"

"What!"

"Move that ASS!" Riddick lowered his goggles and started pulling the other men up and shoved them into the alcove to his right. He could hear Kyra calling for him as he pressed his back against the rocks. The wheels were already turning and he knew he should leave her, one speed, his. His fist hit the stone and he swore to himself, calling himself a fool as he took the rope and water from the other men and told them to run. He threw his body over the edge, the rope tying into place with his weight as he swung in a wide arch toward Kyra. He grabbed her, shielding her with his body as they rolled onto the ledge, hidden by the shadow of the mountain. He was already on his feet by the time Kyra realized she wasn't fried.

"I was always with you Riddick." Her voice was strained, the spear like protrusion from the column had pierced her lung and hit just above her abdominal aorta. She could feel Riddick's arms around her, and with the way he was holding her she could feel his panic, he had done so much to get back to her, and now she was bleeding out on him.

"My Lord Marshall, come with me." Strong hands lifted Riddick up and tried to take Kyra from him.

"Don't." One world, obeyed immediately.

"This way." They were ushered into a med bay and Kyra was stripped down quickly and placed into what looked like a glass coffin that quickly filled with a light blue fluid. The animal panic slid away and the cold killer took its place.

"…the fluid is regenerative, twenty-four hours and she will be fine." It was a calm female voice, some kind of nurse. "My Lord Marshall, what are your orders?" It took a second for him to realize they were talking to him. He had killed the previous Lord Marshall, and they kept what they killed.

"I'll be staying with her till she wakes up." The low base growl of his voice told the threat, if she doesn't everyone on the ship was liable to die before they were able to stop him. His silver eyes took in the dim room as he paced. It looked like every med lab he had ever seen, darker, more like some old vampire movie, but a med lab.

"My Lord Marshall, I need to examine your wounds." The calm voice said to him as a short-haired platinum blond stepped in front of him.

"Get out of my way." He growled out at her but she didn't move.

"My Lord Marshall-"

"Riddick."

"I'm sorry…Riddick?"

"My name is Riddick."

"My Apologies, Lord Riddick. You will do no good to the girl if you are dead because of wounds you refused to get looked at." He glared but allowed her to look at the headwound. It gave him something to focus on besides Kyra. The Necromonger woman was deft, he barely felt her stitches. He would heal quickly. He always did, and now he knew why. He was a Furian, whatever that meant. He had gathered they were warriors, and seeing the Purifier stand up after being blasted by the sun on Crematoria, he figured they were some strong motherfuckers. He had always thought he was a product of the slams he had been sent to, some kind of gene therapy experimentation.

"If you wish to stay till she wakes, there is a patient bed in the next room." She pointed toward the doorway at the back of the room. Riddick just grunted and leaned against the counter, watching the tub, Kyra's still body floating within the light blue fluid. He couldn't see much, the container effectively blocked his view of most of her but he could see her face. It was so peaceful, all the worry, the pain, the fear wiped away as her hair floated in a dark halo around her.

He remembered her being a cute kid with an attitude. She tried to be as badass as he was, instead of giving into her fear. That had earned her points with him, she was rare, like Carolyn, Like Iman. He wasn't about to strike out a third time. He walked over to the tank and looked down at her.

"You better wake up Kyra, you've got a lot to explain." That was it, he just wanted answers as to why she left New Mecca. Why she came looking for him after he told her to stay the hell away, after he spent five years on a frozen heap and another year getting back to civilization.