Jack sat in the copilots chair, flashing between consciousness and an unfeeling darkness, she could see Riddick moving around checking things, she felt when the were jettisoned into space, then she felt the soothing nothingness of no gravity. Her arm floated up by her head sending a stab of pain through her back, which was odd because before she got into the skiff she couldn't feel any pain.

"Lot of questions whoever we run into, could even be a merc ship," said Jack drowsily her voice trailing off.

"Jack?" asked Riddick in his growling voice, Jack smiled in her sleep her eyes cracked open a little and she looked at Riddick.

"What?" she asked drowsily, getting a shiver, finding it strange that she was cold when it was generally hot in space.

"Are you alright?" Imam asked floating by her in a splash of color that barely registered in Jacks mind.

"No," she said frankly and turned her head away from the annoying talking to close her eyes again.

A moment later she opened them when a loud thud rocked the cabin and an annoying beeping went off, only to tune it out a second later and close her eyes again. Her eyes then would pick up occasional glimpses of the cabin as a warning light went off in it.

A computerized voice came through Jacks muffled ears, "Hull breach contained." What ever that means, thought Jack.

"Engines operating at 170 percent, capacity," then some more beeping registered though Jacks muffled ears.

Jack opened her eyes and saw Riddick pushing buttons and looking at the various screens around in front of him, "Engines and hull failure imminent under current parameters."

Riddick couldn't help but remember Jacks comment after they had taken off, "Critical systems failure in 5 seconds 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second," came the computers voice again then the cabin went black and Riddick turned to her.

"So now you're a psychic," he said to her and she smiled tiredly. (Ok so she is just generally fatigued, like when you have only slept one hour)

"Unidentified craft, state your purpose and content," came a voice over the same speakers that had warned them of engine failure. Riddick looked around like he was angry, an emotion that only Jack could tell was there because she had spent so much time around him. The voice came over the comm.'s in an annoyed voice, like he wasn't pleased to have to repeat himself.

Riddick waited until he said the litany again before he answered, "Names Johns," he began. "My ship got scrapped in a transport run. The only other survivors from the whole mess are with me. Outside of that we've got nothing."

"Tell me, Mister Johns," came the voice again. "What brings you to this lonely corner of space."

By that time Jack knew that they weren't interested in conversation, they were doing an audio trace on Riddick in that Hulk of a ship. It was huge even compared to the Hunter Gratzner; it even looked like it had some damned gold inlayed on it.

"I'm a bounty hunter," Riddick replied to the voice.

"Ahh! Then it appears we have something in common," came the voice, dropping lower that the annoyingly higher pitched octave that was used to command people.

There was a jolt as they were pulled backwards into the hold that the harpoon had shot out of earlier. Jack pried her eyes open to see two massive doors close in front of the skiff, she could hear two robotic machines outside the cabin, the a rocking from them, they were being secured in the dock.

Riddick lit up a cigarette lighter and then Jack saw a much brighter light from behind her eyelids, most likely the cutting torch.

"No offense Riddick, but that's not going to cut it for whatever it is that's coming for us," Jack said and woozily stood up from her chair, wincing as her back was stretched and crackled with dried blood. Riddick looked back at her as if to say 'sit down little girl and let me do my thing,' Jack rolled her eyes and looked away. That was such a man's way of thinking.