The Lord Commander moved so quickly, the cape of his armor flew behind him.
Another Furyan.
What had the zombies said?
Last hope.
Girl child for a doomed race.
Alone.
Not alone.
"Not alone." Riddick mumbled to himself as servants shut the door behind them.
He carefully set her down onto his bed.
Vaako hadn't failed him, Riddick had just managed to get settled into a chair when he shouted to open the doors.
"My Liege," The doctor entered, observing Necromonger customs.
"Her." Riddick barked, nodding towards the bed. "Make sure she's alive. Make sure she's okay."
The glowing veins and handprint had faded. Her eyes no longer glowed from behind her eyelids. The ends loose ends of her blonde hair spread over his pillows.
She'd beaten the Quasi-dead.
Riddick himself had escaped them. This girl, Amoret, had beaten them.
Her eyes, before they rolled back into her head had been golden. He'd have sworn before then, that they'd been brown or green, something typical. Now he would have to wait for her to wake up to confirm that they were actually gold.
"What happened to her?" The physician asked as he began to examine her.
"Quasi-dead." Riddick answered bluntly. "Took too much."
He chuckled. "Their strength is not for those of weak minds. They have killed people before. This girl is lucky."
"Hmm."
"My Lord Commander, why does it make a difference if the Quasi-deads kill her? She will die before she becomes a convert."
"Is she healthy?" Riddick pressed. "Is she going to wake up?"
The physician nodded. "Her heart sounds fine, her breathing is perfectly normal. The nosebleed is probably just pressure from the planetary change. Best keep her from the Quasi-dead. They over exerted themselves in reading her mind."
"You can leave now." He dismissed the physician.
The doctor gathered his things and quickly retreated.
Two women entered through a separate door. "My Lord." One of them cooed, kneeling before him.
The second spread her arms around his shoulders.
"Enough." He brushed the women off.
One of them looked at Amoret, lying motionless on the bed. "Who is she?" Her voice was careful, but her eyes held disgust.
"Some, new girl?" The other asked, wandering over to the bed.
"No." He stood, grabbing the girl by the arm. "I'd like you to leave." He paused for a moment. "Go, bring me clothing for her." He waved at the bed.
The girls distaste spread to the rest of their faces. Riddick could tell they'd seen her neck. She wasn't a necromonger.
"What kind would you like, My Lord?" They carefully asked.
He took a deep breathe, "Preferable something to keep her from being naked." He glanced back at the bed. "Something black."
One of them had been pawing up his chest. He took her hands roughly. "Imagine you weren't leaving my room for a matter of days."
She giggled up at him, reaching for his lips with her own.
"Bring her everything you would require in that instance." He let her go, walking back over to his chair. "And no games, girls." He called over his shoulder. "She is no concubine, and treating her as petty as you treat each other will result in punishment."
The girls exchanged glances before excusing themselves.