Riddick. Man and Myth and Mystery, the embodiment of a race near extinct.
To defy was his nature, to be a forsaken messiah, well, that was his
unlucky fate.
Elementals count the odds. I would like to claim I knew Riddick, knew his motives and machinations, but that would not be truth. I would have played against myself, and elementals are nothing if not cautionary. He was given an empire, and he gave it back. I believe his exact words were;
"Take your dogma, Take your ship, and get the fuck away from me."
Furions. Defiant to the end. He left, and would not return, no matter how many envoys were sent to him, trying to convince him, persuade him.
Most did not return.
The last he was seen wandering on one of the outlying systems, trying not to get himself noticed. Still running from mercs and Necromongers alike. Hunted, since birth. He would always be hunted, Riddick, and now I, Aereon, was about to join the pack.
We elementals claim to be neutral. I suppose we are, on a universal scale. However, in our own galactic politics, neutrality is simply a façade for sly maneuvering and ruthless coup d'etats. My house, the line of Tear, has ruled the elemental galactic Empire since the reign on my grandfather. The reign of my son, Atreaus, heir-apparent is in peril. So, I do what I must, though I abhor it, and put myself once more in his debt; I hunt for Riddick, because the odds tell me he above all, will be the one to save my own inexorable race from itself.
Elementals count the odds. I would like to claim I knew Riddick, knew his motives and machinations, but that would not be truth. I would have played against myself, and elementals are nothing if not cautionary. He was given an empire, and he gave it back. I believe his exact words were;
"Take your dogma, Take your ship, and get the fuck away from me."
Furions. Defiant to the end. He left, and would not return, no matter how many envoys were sent to him, trying to convince him, persuade him.
Most did not return.
The last he was seen wandering on one of the outlying systems, trying not to get himself noticed. Still running from mercs and Necromongers alike. Hunted, since birth. He would always be hunted, Riddick, and now I, Aereon, was about to join the pack.
We elementals claim to be neutral. I suppose we are, on a universal scale. However, in our own galactic politics, neutrality is simply a façade for sly maneuvering and ruthless coup d'etats. My house, the line of Tear, has ruled the elemental galactic Empire since the reign on my grandfather. The reign of my son, Atreaus, heir-apparent is in peril. So, I do what I must, though I abhor it, and put myself once more in his debt; I hunt for Riddick, because the odds tell me he above all, will be the one to save my own inexorable race from itself.