A/N: This is my first fanfic ever. So please let me know if I suck, or if you like it. Always open to constructive critizism, but try not to hurt my feelings... Please. Any way, this story takes place around a year after Riddick becomes the Lord Marshal... and that's all I have to say for now... I sincerely hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own any of the characters, places, or things from Pitch Black or The Chronicles of Riddicksob I wish I owned Vin Diesel, but I'm still looking on ebay. At least I can say this... Feore is mine! Mwahaha!
Chapter 1: Meeting Feore
She had made it. She had managed to sneak her way onto the Necromonger flagship! But the energy it had taken to get her this far was starting tell on both her body and her mind. She knew it was foolish but she couldn't go any further, she had to stop and rest. Before she knew it she was passed out in the docking bay of one of the largest and most dangerous ships in history.
The Lord Marshal had sensed that something was amiss, so he sent Vaako, his right-hand man, to investigate. Vaako had ordered search parties all over the ship to look for anything that appeared out of place, little did he know that he would be the one to discover the young the woman passed out in the docking bay. She wasn't a Necromonger, that much was evident. She was not pale and deathly looking, infact she was rather colorful; chocolate brown hair fell to the small of her back and her skin was a rich tanned color, not as dark as the Lord Marshal, but not far off either. Her very appearance screamed that she wasn't supposed to be there, so Vaako took her to Lord Riddick, he had, after all, been the one to sense her prescence. Vaako smiled; the Lord Marshal could almost always tell when something wasn't normal on the ship, from intruders to plotted revolts, he always knew. When he arrived, Vaako could tell that the news of a stowaway wasn't really news to Riddick, he had known all along, just not where. Vaako placed the girl gently on the floor at the foot of the throne and then retreated back closer to the door; the Lord Marshal required his space.
Interesting. Very interesting. Thought Riddick. Who is this girl? How'd she get on my ship? Why is she on my ship? All these questions formed in his mind as soon as Vaako had walked in. He would have to question her. He stepped down and squatted next to her. He could smell the eucalyptus on her, but it was old, fainted, it didn't burn to inhale it. He realized that girl was hardly the would to describe her, she was young yes, but definitely a woman. A striking woman at that. Her heartbeat was normal as was her breathing, she was at least healthy.
"Vaako! Take her to a holding cell until she wakes up, then bring her to me. Regardless of where I am. Understood?" Riddick said, although it was more like a rumble than actual language.
"Yes, Lord Riddick." Vaako answered, and without question carried the woman to a cell in the brig.
Feore woke up feeling very exhausted and very hungry. She looked around at her surroundings and knew exactly where she was. Shit! Why did I have to pass out there? I couldn't have waited until I spoke with the Necromonger king? Uhhh! She was frustrated with herself, she didn't even know why she wanted to speak to the Lord Marshal, infact she'd never even seen him! It was all her fucking fault for listening to that stupid Elemental Aereon! She had convinced her that her dreams actually meant something, and that she must find the Lord Riddick immediately, but why would a murderer turned Necro knig give a shit about her stupid dreams? Uhhhh! I am such an idiot! Here I am in the brig of a muderer's ship just to tell him about my shitty-ass dreams! He is not going to give a damn! Just then a voice brought her from her toughts.
"The Lord Marshal wishes to speak to you. Please follow me." The speaker was a fairly tall man all in armor, with pale, grayish skin and the wierdest hairdo she had ever seen. It was like a square topped mohawk with braids that ended between his shoulder blades. But Feore was in no mood to argue, so she went quietly. When they entered the Necropolis she was forced to gasp, for there, sitting on the throne was the man from her dreams, the one that had called to her... but she couldn't really remember much else from the dream, she was grasping at loose ends! Damn it!
"You can go Vaako. Thank you for bringing her to me." Said the Lord Riddick, and his voice nearly took her breath away again. It was deep and raspy, yet not remotely unpleasant. But now she was growing nervous, this was the great killer Richard B. Riddick, and she knew that if he really felt like it he could just jump off that throne and be done with her in less a second. Best to stay in his good graces.