Hey! To all who read, reviewed and subscribed, you have my thanks. :) I don't own Riddick which is a pity, I could use a huge muscular man right now, but I own Layla, her homeworld and le wild plot. On with story!
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Layla's POV
I paced around the empty ship. I needed an escape plan as soon as possible. One that could not back fire on me. I had several options.
I could steal a ship though I would need some time to figure out the commands. I knew how to pilot but I wasn't a trained professional. It was highly probable that we, providing I took Virgil with, would have encountered something I do not know how and therefore could not deal with.
Next was, calling for help. That would get half of Yridia's troops here in a week or so. Possibly with some of my brothers and sisters which was even worse.
Third one was reprogramming the ship to respond to my voice commands. That could take a while depending on how complex the ship was. And of course, how much time she could spend alone inside. The only problem was Virgil. They could threaten me, but not kill me, but on the other hand he was an easy target.
I got angry again. White flashed behind my eyes and suddenly something was burning. A passenger seat. It wasn't a huge fire so I just waved my right hand to extinguish it. I had to blow off some steam before it became really dangerous. I did not want to damage the ship.
I almost sprang around towards the exist when i collided with something hard. Someone's chest by the looks of it. Great, another mercenary.
I looked up for a moment. This one was huge. Over six feet tall, muscular. His upper arms were wider than my thighs, he was bald and had goggles on. He was dressed in some kind of cargo pants and a tank top. Typical.
He was studying me with very serious, although not hostile expression. I looked him straight in the eye, or goggles actually and commanded him:
"Move."
With that I pushed past him and went out but after five steps I realized that that man wasn't on the ship with us. There was just six mercenaries. I heard Virgil screaming at me to get away from convict. All mercenaries came. I slowly turned around but the bald man, Riddick, was gone. It was like he disappeared. Captain was furious. I smiled. It dawned on me. I had the fourth option.
Riddick's POV
The girl entered the ship. Alone. It was just way too easy to go in and take what I needed. Girl would probably scream if she saw me but I could get away with their battery and spare parts that I needed before anyone noticed me. Not that I had any other choice for that matter. The other option was to kill them all. I knew that in the end it will come to that.
Slowly I approached the door. I heard her pacing round the ship and muttering something to herself. Was she plotting? Then I smelt something burning. Like cloth or plastic but when I came inside, the was no fire nor smoke. Strange, very strange indeed.
Suddenly something bumped into me. It was the girl. She didn't even reach to my shoulders. If I had put my hands around her waist, my fingers would have touched. She was so tiny. I could snap her neck or spine before she even had time to blink. Yet she seemed unaware of that.
She was looking at me with a strange mixture of fury and determination in her eyes. Such passion. From her glare I got the impression that she thought it was my fault she got double-crossed by the mercs. Unless, she though I was one of them. That's why she didn't scream. Then she basically growled one word.
"Move." She didn't have high pitched voice most of girls had. In fact she didn't sound like a little girl at all but like someone who was used to giving orders and having them obeyed. Interesting, very interesting.
I recon I weighed twice as much as she or maybe more but I found myself being moved out of her way. With one, not too gentle but not too forceful or particularly strong move, she pushed me out of her way and stormed of somewhere. Suddenly, she stopped. She realized who I was. Then I heard the mercs. I had to bail.