Svetlana was confident. She strutted her stiletto heels right across the floor of the skiff dock. She wanted off of Versa 1 now and right now. There was nothing left here to keep her entertained, boring places and even less interesting people. She needed to find something to keep her busy or she'd lose it all. Everything that she had learned to keep so delicately under wraps. She boarded the skiff and went to the cockpit. Thank God she took those flying lessons from Mariana. She started the skiff and asked the operator for permission to leave. Like she thought the answer was told in a loud voice, "Permission denied". She wasn't taking no for an answer. She started to lift off the ground and the voice in the box kept screaming something at her. She slammed the box shut, and did what she did best. Break the rules.
She was headed somewhere, she just had no idea where yet. Maybe to her "dear" old friend Richard B. Riddick. He always had a way to keep her busy. Svetlana had met Riddick back in Purgatory, the worst prison in the verse. The both had learned to keep each other alive in there, and helping someone out and being together 24/7 you start to develop feeling s. But, neither one of them are down for feelings. So she went on her way and him on his.
She heard some news about him a couple years back, listening in on a conversation of some mercs. Some bullshit that he saved some kid and a holy man. Riddick didn't have a bone in him good enough to do something like that. But, there was also a rumor he was now part of the necros, not just a part but there new lord marshal. There was a part of her that had to believe that.