Kit: Hey guys! I'm at it again! This time my character plays around in the Chronicles of Riddick universe!

Chapter 1

Kit walked into Crematoria's underground prison and heard snarling in one of rooms on the side. Her feline ears guided her to the right where she knew the warden kept creatures she called Hellhounds. She smiled, something had them riled up.

Both creatures and the man in the cage between them looked up at her when she opened the door. She leaned her shoulder against the doorjam and smiled at them.

"Alright boys, that's enough. Quit harassin' the poor guy." Both creatures whined and pawed the locks to their doors. Focusing on the locks, Kit snapped her fingers. All three locks popped open and the hellhounds sprang free. Kit knelt down as they ran to her and covered her face in licks.

Noticing the man hadn't come out, she looked up at him over the heads on the hellhounds. "Arn't you going to come out?"

"They won't hurt me, will they?" He asked.

Kit shook her head. "Unless I give the command, they won't hurt a fly." She replied.

After a minute of regarding her and the creatures, he crept out of the cage. One of the hellhounds left her and went to him.

"Stand still and hold out your hand." Trusting her at her word that it wouldn't hurt him, he stood still and held out a hand. The hellhound gave his hand a lick before rubbing its head against it. "Raja's saying he's sorry for harassing you. Go on and give his head a pat." She told him when he looked up at her. Wary that the hellhound might still bite his hand off, he gave it a light pat on the head.

"How do you know so much about these things?" He asked as he and Raja followed her and the other hellhound out of the room. They stopped next to her as she examined the main room.

"I'm not sure what they are are exactly, I call them Hellhounds. Their names are Raja and Souba. As for knowing so much about them, I've raised them since they were pups. The warden here wanted a pair of guard dogs and requested the use of Souba and Raja. I agreed, and knowing the guy could be a jackass, I told him I would return every month or so to check up on them. For two years, I have made sure my boys were well-treated. I come in today to find the warden and his boys dead in the hanger and all hell had broken loose here. What happened?" During her explaination, she had walked around the room, examining everything. Now she turned to him, violet orbs gazing into his grey ones.

"I had a convict the Necros wanted." He told her as Raja nudged his hand again. He reached down and patted his head, scratching behind his ears.

His eyes told her he was telling the truth. She'd heard about the weird Necro race and had run into them once. She had gone up against one of their best fighters and had kicked his ass. Then she had been brought before the head honcho. He had asked her to join him as he admired her power and she refused, telling him plain and simple, 'you leave me alone and I'll leave you alone.' He had agreed and let her leave. She looked back on the encounter as an amusing experience. She was one of the rare ones that managed to meet a Necro and walk away.

"Necro's? Damn, that's one dangerous cocktail, my friend. I should know. So, what happened to the warden and his boys?" She perched on the edge of the desk and regarded him. He wasn't too bad looking for a merc. He was fit and with his short curly brown hair and grey eyes, Kit had to admit, the guy looked kinda cute.

"The warden's pilot descovered a Necro ship charting back to Helion Prime. That's when the fight broke out. My crew was killed and the warden and his men escaped in the underground tunnel."

"And they didn't make it off Crematoria. I saw their bodies in the hanger when I came in. But I'm betting your convict escaped." Kit said rummaging in the mini fridge for a couple beers and handing one to him.

He nodded. "Him and a few of his friends."

"Your convict," Kit popped the top of her beer with a claw and took a sip. "His name wouldn't be Riddick by any chance, would it?" The side of her mouth lifted as he stared at her, his own beer halfway to his lips.

"How'd you guess?" He asked, taking a healthy swallow of his beer.

"He's a Furyian and the last of his kind, like I am the last of mine. He's a master escape artist. Three years ago, I hear about him and the bounty on his head and decided to pursue it. Two years after I decided to pursue his bounty, I finally corner him and the fight for survival began. After a few hours fighting, I called a halt as they two of us were on the brink of collapse, and because this convict was the only I knew who was able to battle me to a state of near exaustion, I offered him a preposition: I wouldn't try to collect on the bounty if I could fight him whenever I wanted. And I told him why. Amused, he agreed. Since then, whenever I needed a good fight, I sought him and and we went at it. Often ending up a bar, talking and joking, afterward." Kit explained gently tugging Souba's ear when the hellhound set it in her lap.

"You're merc?" He sounded like he didn't believe her.

"Kit the merc to be exact." She told him. "Since you know my name, what's yours?"

"Toombs." He replied, finishing his beer.

Kit threw back her head, exposing a long and slender neck as she finished her own beer, setting it down on the desk with a faint clink. "Well Toombs, why don't we get the hell out of here and get something to eat?"

"Sounds good to me." Toombs replied, setting the empty bottle next to hers and following woman and hellhounds out the door.

Upon entering the hanger, Kit gave a musical three-note whistle and the ship came to life. They entered the small craft and ship's computer greeted them.

"Transporting a convict, are we?" It asked, the voice sounding male. Kit took the pilot's seat while the Hellhounds took their ususal spot at the rear of the small vessel. Toombs chose a seat near hers.

"No Riku. He's a fellow merc. Souba and Raja are comming home. How's the Ion drive?"

"All systems green. Ion drive is ready."

"Alright then Riku, get us out of here."

"Where to?"

"Take us home, to Skirisa."

"You got it."

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