It Takes One to Know One

by vanillafluffy

A judge with eccentric ideas of justice has a novel sentence for Riddick. Riddick has his own ideas on the subject. Set prePitch Black. Experimental. Except for the first and last chapter, chapters are double drabble length.

4. The Best Laid Plans

The Best Laid Plans

It wasn't going to be that simple. Riddick's satisfaction at how easily his plans were proceeding was punctured when the two trustees entered the cabin. First aboard was a thin, thirty-something woman who curtly introduced herself as Rosen. Following her strode an even more dour-looking guy about Riddick's age, mid-twenties, with curly ginger hair.

Rosen passed a data cube to Ginger and stepped into one of the three remaining pods, looking less than thrilled to be there. Riddick noted the handoff. The cube would contain the files on their young passengers. He'd need that to help implement his plan.

Ginger said something reassuring to her in a low voice--Riddick caught the tone, not the words, and sealed her in, activating the cryothesia.

Instead of going into one of the remaining vacant pods, Ginger side-stepped Riddick and marched into the Kapiolani's bridge. He settled into the copilot's chair and looked up at Riddick. "What, you didn't think you were going to be unsupervised, did you?" There was no amusement in his voice, only a country-boy twang that was sure to get really annoying in a couple of days. "Let's get moving, Riddick. Oh, by the way--I'm Johns."