Disclaimer: Character Riddick taken from Pitch Black along with others mentioned from that same movie and all other characters are of my own creation.

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When Riddick left Jack and Imam on Helion Prime his plan was to go directly to Planet 6 in the UV System and hide out. What if he had to make a slight detour before he got there and ended up in more trouble than he had bargained for... Please Read & Review

Chapter 1

You'd think I would have learned not to travel on Commuter transport ships by now . . . but go figure . . . Richard B. Riddick thought to himself. He lay in his cryo-pod with his eyes closed, as his primitive animal side was now awake. His senses were sharper than that of normal human beings, as he sensed out his location making himself fully aware of his so-called surroundings on the ship.

"Welcome to Planet Sorarian! Please ensure to remove all your belongings before you depart and enjoy your stay!" The overhead sound system boomed statically throughout the Passenger section of the old rust bucket of a star ship.

The electronic locks on the cryo-pods unlocked and automatically opened to allow their occupants to awaken and depart. Riddick slowly stood up and surveyed his area as he stretched out his body just like a cat getting ready to go on the prowl. He had spent a few weeks in cryo stasis and his muscles were stiff from lack of movement. The room was full of the sound of people, men and women some with kids all gathering their belongings to exit the ship. Lighting in the passenger section was very low and the air was thin as it reeked of rusted old metal.

The low light didn't impair Riddick's vision; he had kept his protective goggles on in preparation for what he might find outside. He put on his hooded cloak over his baldhead and adjusted the shiv, his bladed weapon of choice in his back pocket. Making sure that he was the last to leave the ship, he stepped out on to the docking port. His details were looked over by security and all was well his faked credentials had him down as a Merc called Johns. A name he had taken from a Merc who had previously captured him only to wind up dead on that crazy alien planet. He and a few other people had crash-landed with almost no hope of escape months ago. Humph he sighed . . . told the motherfucker to ghost me . . . he thought. He smiled to himself thinking about Johns in his final moment before the alien beast had split his head in to two.

The air on Planet Sororian was warm outside for the moment and the Sun was on the verge of setting. There were shades of red, yellow and purple clouds in the sky. Many of the buildings around were mostly what appeared to be rundown warehouses where all the lowlifes appeared to be hanging out. Further up the town the buildings were cleaner and better looked after. This was the business sector more computerised and full of upper class people who had little or no interest in the poorer parts of Sororian City.

Riddick headed for the run down side of Sororian City. He aimed to keep as low a profile as possible while he was here. Coming to Sororian hadn't been planned. Some Mercs had tracked his ship and caused him to change to a commuter ship. Mercs always messed up shit but he wasn't changing his plan he still aimed to get to Planet 6 in the UV System, just needed a new ship that couldn't be tracked for the moment. His thoughts ran on Imam and Jack, the only other survivors from the crash who he had left on Helion Prime in New Mecca a few months ago. They had been through so much together and yet he knew it had been for the best he didn't want Jack to grow up to be like him. She deserved a better life than that… It was better if he didn't have to worry about anybody else getting hurt or worse killed because of him. Damn mercs always on my tail he growled to himself. But then he wondered the caring part wasn't so bad it was just a feeling that was very foreign to him in his life.

His cloak flapped in the warm breeze as he walked through the city. He figured he might be able to stay here for a week at the most and find a ship before some merc tracked him down again. The people didn't pay him any attention as he walked past them. He was taking in the scents around him of leather, dirt, and bodily waste; the food smells intrigued him most although it was spoiled and out of date. While one particular scent now was pulling his interest as it had started the hunger pains in his stomach off again. It slowly reminded him just how hungry he was and that he hadn't eaten anything in a while. The smell was emanating from a Bar Restaurant just up ahead. I got no credits . . . I can't afford to pay for a decent meal he thought but maybe I can make a deal. Walking towards the establishment now the building didn't look too bad. The windows were all blacked out and the holographic sign outside flashed red on and off "ZATLAND BAR/RESTAURANT". Reaching the entrance memories of past encounters in bars flashed through his mind none of them had ever been good. Some guy with more guts than brains had always pushed things too far and pissed him off. Fuck it. ... Shit happens bring it on! He thought as he entered the bar.

To be continued..