The com on the dash in front of the two companions crackled to life and a deep voice came to light on the other end, "Do not try to run we're drawing you in, Riddick." The stars moving outside the window started to slow then move in the opposite direction. Tech sat up startled, "What the hell is going on?" She was scanning the controls, everything seemed to be in perfect working order: thrusters, wings, even the damn day counter was going forward! "They've got a lock on us. Their reeling us in." She just shook her head, "Shit! Shit, what the hell are we gonna do?" Riddick only looked at her, his lack of emotion startled Tech slightly. "Its Mercs what do you think we're gonna do?" She wondered what was going through his head that he seemed so calm. What the hell was he playing at? Did he want to die? She wanted to choke him, he had told her to not be weak and now it seemed like he was giving up on himself.
Tech shook her head, "I cant play merc in front of them. They know your on the ship, but you can hide cant you?" Riddick nodded to this, "Then I'll go with them, if I get left behind I get left behind you get your ass outta here." Tech stood and moved for the back compartment, but Riddick reached out and grabbed her arm, "Their gonna beat the shit outta you kid." She nodded, "I'ma big girl Riddick." she shook her arm from his grasp, but he spoke again before she got very far, "I will leave you behind, Tech." His words rang false even in his own ears, it didn't matter how much he had told himself that no one would ever get under his skin again like Kyra had, but Tech... She knew more about him than anyone, and he had been finding it extremely hard to keep her out of his head.
She had only paused at the door way, "I'm counting on it." She moved quickly down the hallway to the back room where she knew the mercs had stored guns and knives. She wished she had thought to bring the few knives she'd had at home.
While rummaging through a compartment she heard Riddick clear his throat behind her. She turned to see him holding something that looked like whole body holster for knives and guns. She only looked at him, "The mercs are gonna confiscate these as soon as I step foot off this ship." Riddick only nodded moving over to her and dropping to one knee wrapping the thigh straps high around her smooth leg. "And you'll take a shit load of them down before they touch you." He reached a thick arm between her legs his strong upper arm brushing against her smoothly as he tightened the straps. Making sure both were secure he stood and slipped his arms around her waist pulling the band there straight and then smoothing it around her waist hooking it in the front and pulling it tight around her mid section softly. Next he draped his arms over her shoulders and smoothed them down her back and onto her ass slightly, Tech biting at her lower lip as he grabbed the straps there and brought them up over her shoulders, hooking them into their place on the belt.
Tech was amazed at how well this fit and wondered slightly where Riddick had found it. He nodded approvingly at the way she wore it. He reached behind his back and slipped his shivs out from their sheaths, "Don't make me come back for these." slipping them into the holsters on her hips. She nodded, "I wont." Riddick leaned down and brushed his lips over hers, "I mean it." He reached up above his head and pushed out a panel into some venting. Moving both his hands up Tech watched him pull himself up easily and replace the panel behind him.
She swallowed thickly to herself, she didn't know what she was about to go up against. The ship reeling them in wasn't a mostly disposable skiff, it was a huge, probably 6 level ship. Tech was back at the controls trying to figure out how many she'd be facing when she stepped out into something that at home she would have considered suicide. She found herself unpleasantly corrected when she deep scanned the ship. It wasn't 6 levels it was 8, and the crew didn't consist of the normal merc skiff search and bounty party of 4 but a much more hefty crew of 35. Tech did the math, if even a little over half were packing she'd be screwed and even as she thought about this she knew all of them had guns on. She figured on 10 well armed guards, a pilot, a navigator, a leader, 5 to keep the ship up to shape, and 17 others for random controls. "Shit!" She swore at herself as she heard the ship being locked into the bay. "Guess I better give them one hell of a greeting." She mumbled to herself standing.
Moving for the back of the ship and standing just beyond the now slowly lowering door she gritted her teeth and pulled the 2 loaded guns from her thighs hoping she could take out at least half but knew they'd get off more shots than she would. A moment later a blinding light shown in on her, her head was bent and her hands had been moved behind her back. It was an obvious fact in the leaders voice that he was surprised to see this small, but nicely built, female standing in front of him instead of the huge hulking Riddick, "Don't move." The gun trained on her wavered slightly, he didn't know weather to shoot or to stand there and stare at her. She slowly brought her head up a soft inviting smile on her face, "Hello..." she said in that enticing voice that made him waver even more the gun falling from its train on her face to point at the floor.
She took her moment to survey the situation like she always did. Every man on the ship had their guns trained on her. She smiled seeing that the ones weaker in the pants were the lowering their guns. She figured she would be able to take out about 10 before they realized what she was doing. She raised both hands the guns coming into the view of about 35 surprised guards, and let the two guns rip through the semi circle of men. She counted one down... then two... three... And when her blasts halted, her guns smoking, the remaining men standing had begun to advance upon her. She'd taken down a good 15 of the bastards and now she was out of ammo. She pulled Riddicks shivs from their resting place on her thighs and prepared to take many more down before she even thought she'd lose.
Her preparation had not, however prepared her for the clicks she heard. They weren't the familiar slide of blades being removed or even of a night stick clicking out, they had a faint electric clicking on the end. "Shit!" She swore under her breath. All of the men advancing upon her were holding graph sticks. Those mother fuckers hurt like hell, and she definitely didn't want to be on the wrong end, which was exactly where she was at the current moment.
One of the heavier guards advanced first, she'd have pegged him slow, maybe a maintenance guy. He was a lot quicker than what she had thought however, but she being still quite on top of her game was a lot quicker than he. He lunged at her and she spun to her left relieving him of his weapon and shiving him straight in the back, letting him drop beside her. The front line of men looked at her as if she was carrying the black plague. "Come on boys... Your not afraid of a little girl, are you?" Her voice still that enticing sweet soft thing. His death had given her confidence, until of course she saw the further line approaching. They did not look slow and sluggish as the last pig had, they were muscular trim and quick. She knew these were the well trained guards. She shook her head tipping the graph stick back and forth egging them on. The first and second guards did not do her any damage but she hadn't killed them, a graph stick to the crotch had dropped both but the third came in while she had taken down the second and stuck the graph stick to her lower abdomen.
She let out a pitiful groan. The searing pain that pushed through her was unimaginable. The electricity felt like it was ripping through her entire body. A great blue star burst flashed in front of her eyes and she felt like she couldn't breath anymore. But as she dropped to her knees, she managed to keep a little bit of her composure and kicked the graph stick to high, shoving it straight into the last guards stomach exactly in the same place he had gotten her. Losing her hold on the graph stick as the guard fell backward, the rest of the men advanced upon her. Searing pain after searing pain ripped through her, her vision blinded by white hot light. Each new shock sending the same heart stopping sensation straight into her chest, then up her spine, over the top of her skull, and then swimming into her vision. She was laying face first on the floor now, a huge boot on her upper back restricting her already labored breathing, "Just so you know, little bitch, you could have chosen the easy way." She recognized this as the same voice from the com on the ship and regretted that she hadn't taken down the leader in the very first place. She heard the buzzing of the graph stick draw closer to her head and then a few clicks as he kicked up the power and shoved it into the base of her neck. Everything went black for Tech at that moment...
