I don't anything that you recognise from the either Pitch Black or TCOR.

This is set after Pitch Black and TCOR never happened. Some stuff is different from the PB movie as you'll see! Please R+R!

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In Cryo, the human side of your brain gets shut down, leaving just the animal instincts to roam free. Cryo sleep was obviously not designed to transport Richard Riddick; a man so dangerous when his animal instincts had free range that he had become the most notorious and feared man in the universe: A title he was extremely proud of. Riddick had been fully attentive throughout his journey on this transporter back to the slam; and was beginning to get thoroughly pissed at the bit the mercs had thrust on him.

Riddick was allowing himself the luxury of dozing in his present situation when his senses seemed to sharpen, something was definitely not right, a slight shuddering under his feet confirmed his suspicions.

(Fuck! I was just beginning to enjoy myself.) Riddick thought as he began to sway rhythmically against the constraints that held his arms behind his back. The shuddering was growing more insistent, reminding Riddick of a memory of when another transporter he had been travelling on had crashed...on the planet T2, nearly 7 years ago. 'Here we go again' he muttered as he kicked through the panel of his chamber. Riddick sighed at the simplicity of his escape

(I'm Older, Not Fucking Incompetent). Stretching his legs he scanned his surroundings: there were two mercs in cyro on either side of him and across the platform was another 3 chambers, the one in the centre caught his attention, it was a maximum security chamber like his own. Riddick was curious as to who had caused some much trouble as to warrant an extravaganza similar to his own. Taking a step forward he could see the red indication light lighting a head within the confined space - the convict was smaller than he was, and not as broad either. More interested every second Riddick began to stalk forwards, but before he had even reached the chamber, a low boom resounded throughout the transporter.

Riddick took one more look towards the chamber, but decided his curiosity would have to wait; better to save his own skin and then return to inspect his prey. setting off at silent run he quickly located the control room and climbed into the cockpit; after a few minutes of getting his bearings with the navicomm and the panels he realised that the destination coordinates had been scrambled 'probably a short fuse' he muttered, on checking their new destination he found that they were passing Sempia in the Napstrean system, a planet surrounded by an asteroid belt. Though not yet submerged in the belt, the transporter was colliding with smaller debris on the periphery which was causing the shuddering. He quickly manoeuvred the beast of a ship out of the present danger and reset the coordinates to his intended destination: Peole, a planet renowned for its questionable reputation and laissez fare attitude to its inhabitants - just the kind of people Riddick liked. After silently congratulating himself on yet another escape, Riddick stretched back and surveyed his domain stretched out in front of him. Deep space was the one place he felt relaxed - or as relaxed as he ever became - he was completely alone just the way he liked it -

Something suddenly stirred behind and Riddick flew out of the cockpit, shiv automatically in his hand. The rest of the control room was empty: Riddick's heart rate quickened slightly as he realised something was amiss - he would usually have sensed it the moment it occurred - but for some reason he could not pick up a scent nor hear any movement. Keeping hold of the shiv in his hand, Riddick decided it was time to check out that other convict. Stealthily creeping through the passages back to the cargo bay, Riddick could smell the metallic reek of blood even before he reached the cyro chamber: The mercs that had been flanking his chamber were laid out on the floor in front of their chambers, their throats cut. Riddick could see their blood still leaking out onto the floor and dribbling through the grating; the animal inside him began to awaken. When he turned to the other chamber, it came as no surprise the maximum security chamber opened, it's door hung off its hinges and the guards flanking it had met a similar fate to his own. Riddick smiled to himself, this guy knew how to do a good job, and he was even more pleased to have some sport on his journey. Riddick turned on his heel and began to make his way back to the cockpit, for that was the only other destination on the ship; a thought nagged him as he crept through the shadows, since the breakout had only been recent he would have had to have passed the convict in the passageway; he became more bemused when he still couldn't sense anyone at all. For the first time in years Riddick was very wary of himself.

Stopping just outside the control room, he surveyed the interior of room - it seemed empty. Just as he was about to enter, Riddick felt the unrelenting edge of a shiv against his throat; before he could react his favourite shiv was grabbed from his hand: in a few seconds he was weaponless.

'Boo' whispered a voice very close to his right ear, a voice of a woman. She pushed Riddick roughly against the wall as she padded him up and down to make sure he had no other weaponry on him. Finally, satisfied, she allowed Riddick to turn and face his attacker. Surprise never even registered on his face as he surveyed the other convict - she was about 3 inches shorter than him, with dark brown hair wavy from neglect that was tied roughly behind her head. Her skin was pale and her eyes were bright green. Riddick noticed she would have been beautiful if it wasn't for a kind of harshness that coated her features and there was something about her appearance that jarred within Riddick, as though something didn't fit. Instead of being beautiful, Riddick noticed as his eyes travelled down her body, she was intoxicating in a totally different sense: Her body was lean and muscly, covered in a grubby white tank top and black combats. But it wasn't that that had captured his attention, it was the same primal, animal sense that she radiated from her that seemed to match Riddicks'.

'So you're the other one... I like what you did to the others' Riddick said nodding to the cryo chamber; if the woman was discomforted at his nonchalant approach to having a shiv shoved in his face she didn't show it. Instead she dropped the shiv from his throat and stepped back, Riddick cocked his head one side surveying her before he lunged

'Bad move' he growled throwing himself forwards, but the woman sprang out of his path and whirled around to kick him in the back of the head. He grunted at the unexpected force

'Come on Riddick, I expected more of a challenge from you - you should never underestimate your opponent' she growled mockingly as she threw a shiv at his head. As he ducked to avoid the shiv whistling through the air, he sprang the woman and caught her around the waist. 'Lights off' he roared thoroughly pissed at the woman and himself, the lights remained on. As they both began to fight furiously in one to one combat; Riddick having already reacquired his shivs, the woman laughed 'I've programmed to react to my voice only' as she lunged forwards at him. He greeted her, by slashing his shiv across her torso only to grunt in pain as she had planted her's in his bicep. They sprang back from one another, growling in an unspoken language that called for a truce.

Riddick grimaced as he wrenched the shiv from his arm; the wound would need stitches, but was only superficial. He turned his attention to the weapon in his hand, a shiv exactly the same as his but smaller - phenomenally sharp, he was impressed. Looking over to his opponent he saw she was inspecting her cut which trailed up from her hip diagonally across her torso to her armpit; though she was omitting alot of blood, she seemed satisfied that it would require nothing more than stitches. Running a finger along a dribble of blood she sucked her finger; growling as she did so. There was something feral about her that Riddick had only seen in himself; she even fought like he did. For the first time in his life Riddick found himself unsure of his opponent. The feeling didn't comfort him

'Who the fuck are you?' He said, the woman surveyed him now and there was something familiar in her features. 'I'm ...Alux' she replied after surveying him closely. 'Right Alux where the fuck did you learn to fight like that?' Riddick said leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest, ignoring the blood dripping profusely from the wound. Alux couldn't help but admire the way he ignored an injury that was obviously seriously painful. 'Through experience mainly...and help from you' she added enigmatically standing to match his stanch, even though her body screamed in protest. Riddick was impressed at her strength, her top was already sodden in blood, but he frowned at her reply. If he had met such a hot piece of ass that was a pretty fucking good fighter he would have remembered. But Alux interrupted his reverie

'So where are we going?' She prowled towards the cockpit, moving so as never to turn her back completely on him, he was impressed at her controlled movement; she reminded him of a cat.

'I'm going to the Peole system; whether you live that long will be up to how long you keep me entertained' Riddick growled at her looking her up and down. Alux matched him look for look 'Trust me I'll live that long' She replied simply before turning and stalking from the control room.