Intro
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Hunter-Gratzner was the name of the ship they were boarding. She followed Imam and the other boys up into the ship. She slowed her pace to take a good look at the ship.
"Nikita, don't fall too far behind" Imam said looking over at her. Nikita nodded but continued to study the ship as everyone entered.
"You know it would be better if you ENTERED the ship instead of just standing around it," a voice said behind her. She quickly flipped around to see a fairly tall guy with curly brownish colored hair. He looked like a cop, or maybe a merc... he was way too creepy. He smiled at her; he could tell that he freaked her out.
"I'm the least of your troubles. William J. Johns, you are?"
"Nikita Lee Jones," she said shaking his hand, "and what do you mean that you're the least of my troubles?" Johns let out a small chuckle.
"Well if you must know there is a man on this ship, Richard B. Riddick, he escaped from Slam City and I have the wonderful duty of taking him back." Nikita's eyes widened slightly at the name he had mentioned... she had heard many stories about Riddick that made her pray that she would never meet him.
"Now, shall we?" Johns asked gesturing towards the entrance to the ship. Nikita looked at him then turned and entered the ship where she caught up with Imam. She had been with Imam for about a year and a half. He found her in an ally looking for food so he took her under his wing. Nikita loved Imam he was truly a great and noble man; if it wasn't for him she would probably end up in Slam. Nikita adjusted her sun glasses pushing them further up her nose so that no light would hit her eyes. One man looked at her strangely.
"You know your inside, you don't need sun glasses," said the man.
"I prefer to wear them," she said simply.
"Alright," he said walking away and taking a swing of some alcoholic beverage.
"That would be Paris Ogilvie," Imam said looking at Nikita.
"Who is that?" Nikita asked pointing toward a woman with short blonde hair.
"That is the captain Carolyn Fry; next to her is a woman who goes by the name Shazza."
"Okay everyone get to the cryofreeze deck now!" yelled Carolyn to all of the passengers. Everyone rushed up to that deck and went to their cubicles. 'Can't wait till this is over,' Nikita thought as she stepped into her cubicle for a nice cold sleep.
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Hunter-Gratzner was the name of the ship they were boarding. She followed Imam and the other boys up into the ship. She slowed her pace to take a good look at the ship.
"Nikita, don't fall too far behind" Imam said looking over at her. Nikita nodded but continued to study the ship as everyone entered.
"You know it would be better if you ENTERED the ship instead of just standing around it," a voice said behind her. She quickly flipped around to see a fairly tall guy with curly brownish colored hair. He looked like a cop, or maybe a merc... he was way too creepy. He smiled at her; he could tell that he freaked her out.
"I'm the least of your troubles. William J. Johns, you are?"
"Nikita Lee Jones," she said shaking his hand, "and what do you mean that you're the least of my troubles?" Johns let out a small chuckle.
"Well if you must know there is a man on this ship, Richard B. Riddick, he escaped from Slam City and I have the wonderful duty of taking him back." Nikita's eyes widened slightly at the name he had mentioned... she had heard many stories about Riddick that made her pray that she would never meet him.
"Now, shall we?" Johns asked gesturing towards the entrance to the ship. Nikita looked at him then turned and entered the ship where she caught up with Imam. She had been with Imam for about a year and a half. He found her in an ally looking for food so he took her under his wing. Nikita loved Imam he was truly a great and noble man; if it wasn't for him she would probably end up in Slam. Nikita adjusted her sun glasses pushing them further up her nose so that no light would hit her eyes. One man looked at her strangely.
"You know your inside, you don't need sun glasses," said the man.
"I prefer to wear them," she said simply.
"Alright," he said walking away and taking a swing of some alcoholic beverage.
"That would be Paris Ogilvie," Imam said looking at Nikita.
"Who is that?" Nikita asked pointing toward a woman with short blonde hair.
"That is the captain Carolyn Fry; next to her is a woman who goes by the name Shazza."
"Okay everyone get to the cryofreeze deck now!" yelled Carolyn to all of the passengers. Everyone rushed up to that deck and went to their cubicles. 'Can't wait till this is over,' Nikita thought as she stepped into her cubicle for a nice cold sleep.