Pitch black
chapter VI
Fear for Jack
Riddick´s mind raving furiously, trying to gain once again, complete control.
-We got three bed rooms, A bathroom and a free lance area...this is kind of
boring to talk about...basically, it´s like a fucking household...find
out yourselves, i´m gonna contact our contact...and please, don´t plan
on how to kill me.
She gave Riddick a special look.
-I don´t like that sorta games.
Her being faded out of any visual range. Only leaving Jack in his eyes.
Control.
Impossible.
impulse.
No fucking way.
She wanted to sit down and cry, fucking cry. It was so easy to see by now,
yet that stranger infront of him pretended that she had no tears.
-We need to talk Kid
-´Bout what?
Eyes tired and unrested, searching for an answer.
-It´s fucking obvious, wouldn´t you say?
-Yeah, just which part of it!
Her eyes swollen from concern and old excessive tears. Riddick picked up
his shiv, it had been carefully hidden withing his boots.
Custom´s hadn´t botherd to scan them, just a quick glance and any criminal
could get away home free.
-You remember when we were getting of that bloody planet?
Jack hugged herself, perhaps, her memory spinning out of control.
-How the fuck could i forget?
-You asked me about friends, you were talking about Skylar.
A long sigh carried of her lips. The taste of her mouth, he still rememberd.
-Yeah, i just needed to...know, i guess.
The steel floor chilling down a couple of degrees. They were in open space.
So Skylar really could pilot.
After all, they hadn´t crashed...yet.
-Shoulda told me right away Jack.
Jack hugged herself, embracing her lonely mind for a speech spoken
of her own tounge.
-I was scared.
-afraid that she´ll X you?
Willingly Riddick headed on to change the subject. No use in dealing with
a dead past, if so to speak.
Jack´s eyes leaned back. *Not a girl for much longer Jack*.
-No.
-Then what´s fukcing with your head?
Pacing around, her feet not having the stand-still command. Her disturbance
so clear. Fear intoxicating him. A taste of blood on his lips.
-I´m afraid that the psycho in her´s gonna ghost me
Tears swelled up, furious, an ocean of all the things she´d been keeping
inside.
her arms around him, her face brushing against his chest.
*get the fuck away from me Jack*
-She used to be so sweet, when mom´d go mad, she´d be so sweet to me.
She´s not fucking there anymore. My sister´s dead.
But i miss her, and i still love her....i just can´t..
*She´s suppose to be, but she seems hard to kill*
Riddick´s arms enfolded around the sobbing girl. His mind conflicted.
Was she still the girl on that damn planet, pretending to be tough?
Or had she grown up to be what was right before him?
-It´s what the slam does to most people, kid
-No..
*no*
-She´s been crazy...for so long.
A singular chance in the midst of knowing nothing. reaching out his
hand and viciously grabbing it with a gentle tone.
-Since when?
Her voice shaky as she broke loose, wiping away such tears that crystals
could not compare to.
He saw her form words on her lips, silent things to be spoken.
*No, you´re not a whimp Jack*
-I dunno, she just came home one day, this way. Her eyes fucking black,
not blue, and
her soul just as freaggin´black!
A connetion formed, so damn simple. But yet not so...perfectly fitting.
That would indeed explain some things.
All sympathy for the girl faded temporarily, replaced by incredible hunger
for knowledge.
-tell me Jack, you know why her eyes changed.
Finally she let go of Riddick, immediatly picking up her incessant pacing.
-Some fuckin asshole banged her head through a glass window.
Something went "bye bye". This black shit fixed her up.....but killed
her at the same time.
*Son of a bitch*
He ran his hand over his scalp in some order of distress.
*God damn mother fucker*
-No wonder she´s in such a fucking hurry.
Jack, now semi calmed down gave Riddick the most peculiar gaze.
A thought through eternity of space echoed in her eyes, a thought
of question.
Damn it all to hell, he knew the answer. It had been in his fucking face the
whole time.
*Skylar´s face, actually*
-Kid, we´re gonna have to finsih talking later, i needa talk to your psycho
sister.
Leaving Jack with raised eyebrows in light speculation and relief, barging
into the cock pit.
Skylar sat there, concentration whisling upon her, thoughts streaming
through her. Like a flow of endless infromation.
She stared at space, death itself.
her lifeless being.
-Your really are a piece of shit, Skylar.
Without looking up, or changing anything in her routine she replied with
a dull monotone.Not like her at all.
Then again, was anything like Skylar?
-fuck you
With a smile on his lips, a humorless one, one of cruelty and victory..
sitting down in the one of two present loose seats.
leaning back.
*time to fuck with your head*
Being comfy, looking at her...just looking...and spekaing.
-Jack was telling me a little about you....i take it "Daddy" smashed
your head through the window.
Completley serious in her operation Skylar responded to Riddick´s
almost correct speculation.
-no, mom in one of her psycho fits. Dad beat her to death for getting the
social workers into our house.
The casuality, the lack of emotion interested him. Did it really hurt that
bad? Or had this shit in her head completely erased her sanity?
Was she just carrying a mask of survival?
-What the hell did she break?
-Except for me in general...speech, movement, biological function.
She turned around, still serious and perhaps a little..hurt.
*Now, that´s a first*
Staring directly at him, leaning forwards, speaking in a low tone that
maybe would have made the hair on his head stand straight up...if he´d had
any.
-My head got fucking smashed Riddick. And yes, the restorment liquid is
leaking out of my brain, through my fucking system and has been from day one.
The rest isn´t too hard to figure out, is it?
A hostile look in her heart, so deep from within her.
Pure fear.
Not the kind that Jack radiated, not a fear for herself.
But for Jack.
He´d always seen that the psycho cared for her little sister, though he
still had a very good reason to worry about leaving the two of them alone
together.
*So, the psycho bitch is being ghosted by her own body..fitting*
Satisfied with his results, which hadn´t taken any trouble at all.
That worried him a little.
The Skylar he´d gotten to know would laugh at you for trying to get her
to speak. He knew, he´d nearly finished her off in order to pull out
what the fuck she´d done to their food at one time.
*I should have x-ed her out then, even if it was just over lunch*
-Riddick, don´t tell Jack. I don´t want fucking sympathy from anyone,
specially not her.
He laughed. Knowing Jack, sure, she´d sympathize, but hell no that she´d
actually show it towards her big sister.
-There´s no fucking risk of that EVER happening.
Ready to pick up his
conversation with Jack, a little bit enlightened, his eyes scanned for her.
There was no trace.
Nothing at all.
Cursing her for running he made it a mission to find her sorry ass.
********************************************
-Fucking awesome.
The room was huge, damn, gorgeous engines. The cooler room sparkled from
the liqid filling this over sized thank.
Engines lying at the bottom. engines in the air, on the walls.
The humming sound a lullaby to her.
-So big
Mesmarized by the sight. How cold would the liquid be? Definatly somewhere
in a huge minus...or maybe just enough to cool the engines.
After all, why fucking else to call this a cooler room? This bluish liquid
flowed through the entire ship, in every single pipe.
Bringing the ship to a habital heat, the fast paced space travelling
heated things up a bit too much.
Specially the engines.
-spectaculare.
her hands holding tightly onto the bar, the only fucking thing keeping
her away from falling over and into the liquid.
Cuz her balance arely remained in her body.
-Goddamn!
An uncontrolled smile thickened on her sleeping pale lips.
Her amazement blocking her senses away from feeling anything else.
Not hearing the angry footsteps heading for her.
Not knowing that the footsteps stopped, that Riddick stared at her and
her amazement.
That if she hadn´t been so amazed that he would have torn her into pieces,
even if just over such a "trivial" matter of escaping a chat.
She didn´t sense him until she felt a familiar breath on her neck.
Riddick, right behind her, barely an inch away.
-This is so fucking awesome Riddick!
Lips curved, a voice silenced.
-I mean, it´s so huge but, oh man, you see all this, it´s the fucking
engine in there...geese...holy shit!
-What is is, never seen a ship´s engine?
Her jubilatn voice kept on raving about the miracle before her.
-Well, yeah, but wow, this is like, the fucking newest model....i mean...
shit. i dunno what the fuck she did to get this, but oh man, these ships
aren´t even out on teh fucking market...shit, man, it´s like...the hull isn´t
even complete.
His eyebrows narrowed.
Jack just kept on going.
After all...everything machenic was a passion of hers, when she wasn´t
high above all comprehension, or drunk.
-It´s safe and all shit, but goddam mad man mother fucker, wow!
The girl so facinated by the world thrust through her senses that she
couldn´t even detect the way he looked at her. The way he moved around
her...most off all...there rested actual emotion in his silver eyes.
A final blink ended the reflection, but had she just turned around a little
sooner...sure she would have caught that small glimps.
But, no. Jack was by far to possessed by the beauty haunting this magnetic
place.
-Kill me right now, i´m in heaven!
It star crossed her mind that she and Riddick were suppose to be having
an important conversation.
A conversation that faded right away and out the window of a windowless
ship.
-Pretty big, ain´t it?
Her voice....sweet voice....child....a woman.....
Most definatly not a boy.
More than that, she just couldn´t figure out any more shit than just
that.
*Yeah, i´ve got boobs...and they are in teh way!*
His eyes, eyes that saw the dark better than any light.
*Fuck, i can feel his heart beat from here*
Distress of somesort took control of her chaoticly.
her own heart beating this fast, or his? Shit. Shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.
The last time she´d felt her hert beat so fast and this close to him...
*no need to bring that shit back up*
Definatly scoalding herself for this one, maybe kick him for being such
an asshole....didn´t he remember?
fuck, it had all been his fault!
He kept on doing this....this...closeness thing....then again, he´d
always done shit like that.
*Shit...shit....oh my fucking god...*
Such a silent moment....it had no time. Odd thing.
*I'm just not gonna do jackshit...jack shit*
*********************************************
A very cold song echoed in the cock pit.
A very sad song rang in Skylar´s ears.
Mixing with thoughts that went without a fucking end. Spinning, like the
galaxy, heading for out of control.
So many thoughts. The formula mama left behind...her footprints in her
daughter´s life.
How to finish their father off for hurting all of them.
The possability of telling Jack the truth without cracking her.
The girl didn´t remember anything.
*That´s what happens to the sane humans, they forget the bad things and
go on....if only you knew how lucky you are Jack*
How in hell to call all those old favors in, and to make everyone who
owed her one actually remeber those favors.
More thoughts, thoughts that did not belong to Skylar´s zombie like face.
Pain, all thoughts of pain.
Happy memoies of Jack, Macy, mom....Jackleen.
The terrible deeds her father had left behind in Skylar´s already disturbed
book of memoirs.
The ship had been on auto pilot since she´d put it on it.
Percisely fifteen minutes after the dummy ship had exploded. It was a master
piece plan actually.
Ofcourse she´d done a little digging on the Norm bastard, an annoying little
man. Just to be beyond secure she´d switched ship data....
*I´m a fucking expert at that, ain´t I*
And given it to a guy who´d looked like daddy.
Life´s shit at times, specially for those who die without knowing it.
*Hey, wait, just for how fucking long have they been gone?*
Her feet, who had been comfortably present upon the control panel,
slammed down to the echoing iron surface of this very so too knew ship.
*How do the sensers work again?...i really shouldn´t have killed the
engineer*
Her slim fingers skimming across the panel, logics forming the proper
decdisions and thought in order to understand this thing.
Five minutes later she knew how to operate on this shit.
She´d just needed to change the "computer" command to "Jackass"...
just had to...for the sake of humor.
-Jackass, locate all bio forms on ship.
The thing decided to peep it´s shit out and flash it up on a center screen
in the middle of the end of the panel...
First it showed her position.... making her kick first thing her foot met.
-Are you trying to piss me of, bloody jackass!
On that black background sang yellowish white letters.
-invalid command-
Sinking deeper inot the chair, annoied and a little....anxious.
*I can´t see them, hear them, smell or sense them, ofcourse i´m worried!*
-Jackass, locate all bio forms on ship!"
The computer juggled with the command percisely the same way as before...
but it only took fifteen seconds to go through the entire process.
Not five minutes, but fifteen seconds.
*good AI...memory...and where is Jack, with mr evil*
-FORM A: FEMALE, SKYLAR D MENSKI, COCK PIT-
Raising an eyebrow over the percise text.
*wasn´t that flashy five minutes ago*
-FORM B: FEMALE, UNIDENTIFIED, COOLER ROOM-
Just as long as she wouldn´t jump, skylar was more than cool with her little
sister gettnig to know the ship
-FORM C: MALE, RICHARD.B. RIDDICK, COOLER ROOM....WARNING....WARNIG...
SUBJECT IS DANGEROUS..WAR...-
*Hey, i don´t get a warning flash!*
-Jackass. Stop location program, show cooler room surveilance cameras.
The screen mellowed down, started to act normal.
A picture crashed on her eyes. Expected but yet not.
Jack sitting on the security bar. Expected.
But the look on Jack´s face...unexpected
Her little sister´s arms wrapped around Riddick...expected.
But what Riddickwas doing.....a complete shock to a psycopathic older
sister.
chapter VI
Fear for Jack
Riddick´s mind raving furiously, trying to gain once again, complete control.
-We got three bed rooms, A bathroom and a free lance area...this is kind of
boring to talk about...basically, it´s like a fucking household...find
out yourselves, i´m gonna contact our contact...and please, don´t plan
on how to kill me.
She gave Riddick a special look.
-I don´t like that sorta games.
Her being faded out of any visual range. Only leaving Jack in his eyes.
Control.
Impossible.
impulse.
No fucking way.
She wanted to sit down and cry, fucking cry. It was so easy to see by now,
yet that stranger infront of him pretended that she had no tears.
-We need to talk Kid
-´Bout what?
Eyes tired and unrested, searching for an answer.
-It´s fucking obvious, wouldn´t you say?
-Yeah, just which part of it!
Her eyes swollen from concern and old excessive tears. Riddick picked up
his shiv, it had been carefully hidden withing his boots.
Custom´s hadn´t botherd to scan them, just a quick glance and any criminal
could get away home free.
-You remember when we were getting of that bloody planet?
Jack hugged herself, perhaps, her memory spinning out of control.
-How the fuck could i forget?
-You asked me about friends, you were talking about Skylar.
A long sigh carried of her lips. The taste of her mouth, he still rememberd.
-Yeah, i just needed to...know, i guess.
The steel floor chilling down a couple of degrees. They were in open space.
So Skylar really could pilot.
After all, they hadn´t crashed...yet.
-Shoulda told me right away Jack.
Jack hugged herself, embracing her lonely mind for a speech spoken
of her own tounge.
-I was scared.
-afraid that she´ll X you?
Willingly Riddick headed on to change the subject. No use in dealing with
a dead past, if so to speak.
Jack´s eyes leaned back. *Not a girl for much longer Jack*.
-No.
-Then what´s fukcing with your head?
Pacing around, her feet not having the stand-still command. Her disturbance
so clear. Fear intoxicating him. A taste of blood on his lips.
-I´m afraid that the psycho in her´s gonna ghost me
Tears swelled up, furious, an ocean of all the things she´d been keeping
inside.
her arms around him, her face brushing against his chest.
*get the fuck away from me Jack*
-She used to be so sweet, when mom´d go mad, she´d be so sweet to me.
She´s not fucking there anymore. My sister´s dead.
But i miss her, and i still love her....i just can´t..
*She´s suppose to be, but she seems hard to kill*
Riddick´s arms enfolded around the sobbing girl. His mind conflicted.
Was she still the girl on that damn planet, pretending to be tough?
Or had she grown up to be what was right before him?
-It´s what the slam does to most people, kid
-No..
*no*
-She´s been crazy...for so long.
A singular chance in the midst of knowing nothing. reaching out his
hand and viciously grabbing it with a gentle tone.
-Since when?
Her voice shaky as she broke loose, wiping away such tears that crystals
could not compare to.
He saw her form words on her lips, silent things to be spoken.
*No, you´re not a whimp Jack*
-I dunno, she just came home one day, this way. Her eyes fucking black,
not blue, and
her soul just as freaggin´black!
A connetion formed, so damn simple. But yet not so...perfectly fitting.
That would indeed explain some things.
All sympathy for the girl faded temporarily, replaced by incredible hunger
for knowledge.
-tell me Jack, you know why her eyes changed.
Finally she let go of Riddick, immediatly picking up her incessant pacing.
-Some fuckin asshole banged her head through a glass window.
Something went "bye bye". This black shit fixed her up.....but killed
her at the same time.
*Son of a bitch*
He ran his hand over his scalp in some order of distress.
*God damn mother fucker*
-No wonder she´s in such a fucking hurry.
Jack, now semi calmed down gave Riddick the most peculiar gaze.
A thought through eternity of space echoed in her eyes, a thought
of question.
Damn it all to hell, he knew the answer. It had been in his fucking face the
whole time.
*Skylar´s face, actually*
-Kid, we´re gonna have to finsih talking later, i needa talk to your psycho
sister.
Leaving Jack with raised eyebrows in light speculation and relief, barging
into the cock pit.
Skylar sat there, concentration whisling upon her, thoughts streaming
through her. Like a flow of endless infromation.
She stared at space, death itself.
her lifeless being.
-Your really are a piece of shit, Skylar.
Without looking up, or changing anything in her routine she replied with
a dull monotone.Not like her at all.
Then again, was anything like Skylar?
-fuck you
With a smile on his lips, a humorless one, one of cruelty and victory..
sitting down in the one of two present loose seats.
leaning back.
*time to fuck with your head*
Being comfy, looking at her...just looking...and spekaing.
-Jack was telling me a little about you....i take it "Daddy" smashed
your head through the window.
Completley serious in her operation Skylar responded to Riddick´s
almost correct speculation.
-no, mom in one of her psycho fits. Dad beat her to death for getting the
social workers into our house.
The casuality, the lack of emotion interested him. Did it really hurt that
bad? Or had this shit in her head completely erased her sanity?
Was she just carrying a mask of survival?
-What the hell did she break?
-Except for me in general...speech, movement, biological function.
She turned around, still serious and perhaps a little..hurt.
*Now, that´s a first*
Staring directly at him, leaning forwards, speaking in a low tone that
maybe would have made the hair on his head stand straight up...if he´d had
any.
-My head got fucking smashed Riddick. And yes, the restorment liquid is
leaking out of my brain, through my fucking system and has been from day one.
The rest isn´t too hard to figure out, is it?
A hostile look in her heart, so deep from within her.
Pure fear.
Not the kind that Jack radiated, not a fear for herself.
But for Jack.
He´d always seen that the psycho cared for her little sister, though he
still had a very good reason to worry about leaving the two of them alone
together.
*So, the psycho bitch is being ghosted by her own body..fitting*
Satisfied with his results, which hadn´t taken any trouble at all.
That worried him a little.
The Skylar he´d gotten to know would laugh at you for trying to get her
to speak. He knew, he´d nearly finished her off in order to pull out
what the fuck she´d done to their food at one time.
*I should have x-ed her out then, even if it was just over lunch*
-Riddick, don´t tell Jack. I don´t want fucking sympathy from anyone,
specially not her.
He laughed. Knowing Jack, sure, she´d sympathize, but hell no that she´d
actually show it towards her big sister.
-There´s no fucking risk of that EVER happening.
Ready to pick up his
conversation with Jack, a little bit enlightened, his eyes scanned for her.
There was no trace.
Nothing at all.
Cursing her for running he made it a mission to find her sorry ass.
********************************************
-Fucking awesome.
The room was huge, damn, gorgeous engines. The cooler room sparkled from
the liqid filling this over sized thank.
Engines lying at the bottom. engines in the air, on the walls.
The humming sound a lullaby to her.
-So big
Mesmarized by the sight. How cold would the liquid be? Definatly somewhere
in a huge minus...or maybe just enough to cool the engines.
After all, why fucking else to call this a cooler room? This bluish liquid
flowed through the entire ship, in every single pipe.
Bringing the ship to a habital heat, the fast paced space travelling
heated things up a bit too much.
Specially the engines.
-spectaculare.
her hands holding tightly onto the bar, the only fucking thing keeping
her away from falling over and into the liquid.
Cuz her balance arely remained in her body.
-Goddamn!
An uncontrolled smile thickened on her sleeping pale lips.
Her amazement blocking her senses away from feeling anything else.
Not hearing the angry footsteps heading for her.
Not knowing that the footsteps stopped, that Riddick stared at her and
her amazement.
That if she hadn´t been so amazed that he would have torn her into pieces,
even if just over such a "trivial" matter of escaping a chat.
She didn´t sense him until she felt a familiar breath on her neck.
Riddick, right behind her, barely an inch away.
-This is so fucking awesome Riddick!
Lips curved, a voice silenced.
-I mean, it´s so huge but, oh man, you see all this, it´s the fucking
engine in there...geese...holy shit!
-What is is, never seen a ship´s engine?
Her jubilatn voice kept on raving about the miracle before her.
-Well, yeah, but wow, this is like, the fucking newest model....i mean...
shit. i dunno what the fuck she did to get this, but oh man, these ships
aren´t even out on teh fucking market...shit, man, it´s like...the hull isn´t
even complete.
His eyebrows narrowed.
Jack just kept on going.
After all...everything machenic was a passion of hers, when she wasn´t
high above all comprehension, or drunk.
-It´s safe and all shit, but goddam mad man mother fucker, wow!
The girl so facinated by the world thrust through her senses that she
couldn´t even detect the way he looked at her. The way he moved around
her...most off all...there rested actual emotion in his silver eyes.
A final blink ended the reflection, but had she just turned around a little
sooner...sure she would have caught that small glimps.
But, no. Jack was by far to possessed by the beauty haunting this magnetic
place.
-Kill me right now, i´m in heaven!
It star crossed her mind that she and Riddick were suppose to be having
an important conversation.
A conversation that faded right away and out the window of a windowless
ship.
-Pretty big, ain´t it?
Her voice....sweet voice....child....a woman.....
Most definatly not a boy.
More than that, she just couldn´t figure out any more shit than just
that.
*Yeah, i´ve got boobs...and they are in teh way!*
His eyes, eyes that saw the dark better than any light.
*Fuck, i can feel his heart beat from here*
Distress of somesort took control of her chaoticly.
her own heart beating this fast, or his? Shit. Shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.
The last time she´d felt her hert beat so fast and this close to him...
*no need to bring that shit back up*
Definatly scoalding herself for this one, maybe kick him for being such
an asshole....didn´t he remember?
fuck, it had all been his fault!
He kept on doing this....this...closeness thing....then again, he´d
always done shit like that.
*Shit...shit....oh my fucking god...*
Such a silent moment....it had no time. Odd thing.
*I'm just not gonna do jackshit...jack shit*
*********************************************
A very cold song echoed in the cock pit.
A very sad song rang in Skylar´s ears.
Mixing with thoughts that went without a fucking end. Spinning, like the
galaxy, heading for out of control.
So many thoughts. The formula mama left behind...her footprints in her
daughter´s life.
How to finish their father off for hurting all of them.
The possability of telling Jack the truth without cracking her.
The girl didn´t remember anything.
*That´s what happens to the sane humans, they forget the bad things and
go on....if only you knew how lucky you are Jack*
How in hell to call all those old favors in, and to make everyone who
owed her one actually remeber those favors.
More thoughts, thoughts that did not belong to Skylar´s zombie like face.
Pain, all thoughts of pain.
Happy memoies of Jack, Macy, mom....Jackleen.
The terrible deeds her father had left behind in Skylar´s already disturbed
book of memoirs.
The ship had been on auto pilot since she´d put it on it.
Percisely fifteen minutes after the dummy ship had exploded. It was a master
piece plan actually.
Ofcourse she´d done a little digging on the Norm bastard, an annoying little
man. Just to be beyond secure she´d switched ship data....
*I´m a fucking expert at that, ain´t I*
And given it to a guy who´d looked like daddy.
Life´s shit at times, specially for those who die without knowing it.
*Hey, wait, just for how fucking long have they been gone?*
Her feet, who had been comfortably present upon the control panel,
slammed down to the echoing iron surface of this very so too knew ship.
*How do the sensers work again?...i really shouldn´t have killed the
engineer*
Her slim fingers skimming across the panel, logics forming the proper
decdisions and thought in order to understand this thing.
Five minutes later she knew how to operate on this shit.
She´d just needed to change the "computer" command to "Jackass"...
just had to...for the sake of humor.
-Jackass, locate all bio forms on ship.
The thing decided to peep it´s shit out and flash it up on a center screen
in the middle of the end of the panel...
First it showed her position.... making her kick first thing her foot met.
-Are you trying to piss me of, bloody jackass!
On that black background sang yellowish white letters.
-invalid command-
Sinking deeper inot the chair, annoied and a little....anxious.
*I can´t see them, hear them, smell or sense them, ofcourse i´m worried!*
-Jackass, locate all bio forms on ship!"
The computer juggled with the command percisely the same way as before...
but it only took fifteen seconds to go through the entire process.
Not five minutes, but fifteen seconds.
*good AI...memory...and where is Jack, with mr evil*
-FORM A: FEMALE, SKYLAR D MENSKI, COCK PIT-
Raising an eyebrow over the percise text.
*wasn´t that flashy five minutes ago*
-FORM B: FEMALE, UNIDENTIFIED, COOLER ROOM-
Just as long as she wouldn´t jump, skylar was more than cool with her little
sister gettnig to know the ship
-FORM C: MALE, RICHARD.B. RIDDICK, COOLER ROOM....WARNING....WARNIG...
SUBJECT IS DANGEROUS..WAR...-
*Hey, i don´t get a warning flash!*
-Jackass. Stop location program, show cooler room surveilance cameras.
The screen mellowed down, started to act normal.
A picture crashed on her eyes. Expected but yet not.
Jack sitting on the security bar. Expected.
But the look on Jack´s face...unexpected
Her little sister´s arms wrapped around Riddick...expected.
But what Riddickwas doing.....a complete shock to a psycopathic older
sister.