Personal authors note: If you've read my stories you know my great affinity for sickly sweet OOC fiction. I just can't seem to help myself. I had hoped that I was going to break the pattern with the last story, but no such luck. I need Riddick/Fry babies like the dark side needs cookies. I know that baby fic is not everyone's cup of tea, nor is sunshine and roses Riddick; however there are many good writers out there that capture Riddicks bad side better than I ever could. I also find myself drawn in by Fry and her motivations. I find her a fascinating creature, this slip of a woman who had the balls to stand up to a killer.
Story related authors note: Once upon a time many moons ago I read Unrestrained by Ardath Rekha and it has stuck with me all these years. For my fic's, entirely AU since Fry always survives, it's become my head cannon.
In PB, Riddick states that he paid for his eyeshine. In Butcher Bay it is implied that this was a buried Furyan trait that Shirah helped awaken in him and in COR, Kyra implies that he made the whole story up. For the purposes of our story we're going with the second. Pitch Black takes place in 2578, COR in 2583.
Disclaimer: Not mine much to my despair, trust me, no money is being made here. Most chapter titles taken from various song lyrics.
All mistakes are my own. Please shoot me a pm with any glaring mistakes.
~And death shall have no dominion~
You gotta nasty disposition; No one really knows the reason why.
You tell them that there ain't no God, that they're better off standing alone.
Deep Space, Year 2584
First Commander General Vaako, watched as the Lord Marshall stalked through the Basilica, making his way through Necropolis, leaving in his wake Necromongers whispering amongst themselves about the crazed person who was now in charge of them. There were days that Vaako agreed with them, a frown on his face as he watched his Commander.
The Lord Marshall had erected a mausoleum to the girl who had died in his arms spending most of his time there, brooding in front of her burial chamber, a bottle his constant companion; that is, if he wasn't out whoring, terrorizing the converts or taking out every Merc haven on their path to the Underverse.
Vaako had tried talking to him, tried to make him understand the importance of growing their army, their religion. Riddick didn't care though. He had sat brooding upon the throne, like a petulant child that hadn't gotten his way. Why should he do anything for the people who had killed not only his planet, but the people he cared for as well? He just wanted to kill a few Mercs for fun along the way and to get on with this Underverse business, whatever it was, hopeful that it would send this whole race back to where they had come.
Should anyone be vocal in his or her discontent they would find themselves put out at the first available planet just as his wife, Dame Vaako had been. He and Riddick had a heated argument when the incident occurred but in the months since, Vaako could not say that he was saddened by her absence, becoming a better leader without her viper like presence by his side.
Now, they simply went through the motions. Vaako was in charge of the day to day running of the Armada with just a cursory morning meeting where he would give Riddick the fleet status and a report of any planets that they may be passing by that particular day. Riddick had re-routed them early on wanting them to travel the "ghost lanes" as he called them. Didn't need them tempted to kill another planet he had reasoned, all the while cursing someone named Carolyn under his breath for making him give two shits about what they did.
On one particular morning Vaako knocked on the Lord Marshall's door and stood waiting to be admitted entrance. As the door swung open, half-dressed blonde females piled out of the room, rushing past him as a glass shattered next to the door. Vaako raised his eyebrows looking between the open door and the fleeing women trying to decide whom to take his chances with.
"EITHER GET YOUR MOHAWK SHAVED HEAD IN HERE OR SHUT THE GOD DAMN DOOR!" Riddick bellowed from within.
Taking a breath, Vaako stepped into the room, quietly shutting the door behind him. The lights were dim and Riddick had his goggles tossed on a table next to the bottle he was working on. From where he stood, Vaako could see that the bed was in disarray while Riddick was in nothing but a black robe as he padded back over from the sideboard having retrieved a new glass.
"Would you like for me to come back at a better time?"
Throwing himself down in the chair next to the table, Riddick filled his glass. "And just when would a good time be, Vaako?"
Circling the room, his hands behind his back, Vaako replied. "Lord Marshall, sir, we could help you if you would just let us."
"I don't need that kind of help, Necro. Nobody does." Riddick said looking into his glass. "So what type of exciting things are we going to see and do today?" He asked with a sneer.
Vaako retrieved the pad from under his arm, pushing a button. "Today we're passing through the M-344/G system. The system seems to be riddled with asteroids. The few planets there are appear to be desert wastelands, void of all life."
Riddick slowly raised his head. "Not all of them," he growled getting to his feet with a smile on his face that had Vaako taking a step back.
"Get a Sarcophagus ready. We're going hunting."
"Yes, Lord Marshall," Vaako said to his retreating back as Riddick slammed his bedroom door shut behind him.