Aftermath
Chapter 1:
His booted feet hit the steel flooring silently. Somewhere after they had escaped the planet
he had acquired a black leather jacket. It hung to just below his waiste, straight on both
sides, lengthy in the arms, concealing the gleaming peice of blue, sharpened steel at his wrist.
Jak, and Imam followed close behind him. Jak's eyes fell slowly down to Riddick's wrist.
She knew what lay just beneath.
*****
"" 'Paris P. Ogilvie, antiquities dealer and ontripenuer.'
He'd extended a hand. Riddick had cocked his head lightly the bottle of liqure still in his
other hand and smirked.
'Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict and murderer.'
Then raised the bottle to his lips.. Paris had stumbeled over his words helplessly.
'A-a-a particularily good sherouze that is, i-i-it's just a lovely drop, it's v-v-very expensive...
By all means h-help yourself.'
Riddick hadn't held back, he finished it and then handed it back.""
*****
Once they were out of this corridor they would be in a small town. Why here? She didn't know,
and quite frankly she didn't care as long as she was with him.
"What's this town called Riddick?" she asked curiously.
All she got was a glance back and a series of mumbles.
"Thank you mr. informative..."
Riddick pulled his goggles over his eyes with one quick streamlined motion. Everything seemed
to be streamlined with him. Even his speech, though he had a tendancy to be rather blunt..
******
"" She had walked in, hair shaven and swim type goggles with darkened lenses she'd found propped
up on her forehead. They'd all looked at her eyes wide.
'What?' She'd asked.
'It's the winner of the look alike contest.'
Paris walked around examining all the stuff. They'd found a shaded building to harbor from the
heat in. Johns sat on a makeshift chair and she'd sat beside him. Rittick loomed in a
different doorway.
'What were these people? Miners?' Paris asked Shazaa
'No, looks more like geoligists, you know, advanced team lives around from rock to rock.'
'Nice of them to leave so much stuff here, buy why'd they leave their ship?' Frye snapped.
'It's not a ship it's a skif, it's desposable really.' Johns said brows lifting.
'Kind of like an emergency life-raft right?' Paris said inquisitivly.
'Yeah, they probably had a big drop-ship take them off planet.' Shazaa replied.
'Come on, these people didn't leave. Whatever got Zeek got them. They're all dead' Rittick
growled almost absentmindedly. He picked a few granulets of dirt from his goggled and pulled them
on. He continued..
'You don't really think they left, cloths on the hooks; photos on the shelves.'
'You don't know that, maybe they had weight limits.' Shazaa snapped, eyes narrowing.
'I know you don't prep your emergency ship unless there's a fuckin' emergency.'
'He's fuckin' right' Jak had chimed in. ""
*****
The memories of that damned planet haunted her. They'd gotton away, kind of. They all stepped
into the light. Riddick kept walking. Did he know this place? By the way he navigated so
easily it seemed he did. He stopped suddenly. His figure was broad and powerfully built. He
turned slowly and looked at them. He hated being in charge of something he usually took, but
these two people needed him.. Especially Jak. But what was HE supposed to do with her? His
life was already a pile of shit, was he just going to drag the kid down with him?
"We'll get a room for tonight."
"That sounds good." Jak said smiling fakely.
She stared up at him with a pair of doe eyes. Large and watery. Why did she look up to him so
much? He turned again growling inaudiably. Jak's eyes floated down again, this time not to his
cuff.
------
Jak stood in shower. Her mind drifted as she washed her short hair. It was barely worth washing.
'Man is Riddick ever hot! The way he moves, his voice. I wonder what it would be like..
Nah, he would never. He probably thinks I'm ugly anyways.' Her thoughts were fleeting but she
kinda of liked wondering...
'His hands whisked over her slowly. His breath was warm against the sides of her neck. She
could almost taste him as he nipped lightly at her neck then move to the other side, his nose
brushing lightly through her hair.
"Riddick..." she mumbeled softly.'
She jumped nearly flying to the ceiling as there was a loud rap on the door then Riddick yelling
at her.
"COME ON Jak! You've been in there almost a half-hour!"
"UH-err.." She paused then grinned mumbling under her breath "why don't you just come in here
and tell me that."
"What?"
"NOTHING! I'll be out in a minute"
"Hurry yer ass up dammit."
His footsteps faded.
Chapter 1:
His booted feet hit the steel flooring silently. Somewhere after they had escaped the planet
he had acquired a black leather jacket. It hung to just below his waiste, straight on both
sides, lengthy in the arms, concealing the gleaming peice of blue, sharpened steel at his wrist.
Jak, and Imam followed close behind him. Jak's eyes fell slowly down to Riddick's wrist.
She knew what lay just beneath.
*****
"" 'Paris P. Ogilvie, antiquities dealer and ontripenuer.'
He'd extended a hand. Riddick had cocked his head lightly the bottle of liqure still in his
other hand and smirked.
'Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict and murderer.'
Then raised the bottle to his lips.. Paris had stumbeled over his words helplessly.
'A-a-a particularily good sherouze that is, i-i-it's just a lovely drop, it's v-v-very expensive...
By all means h-help yourself.'
Riddick hadn't held back, he finished it and then handed it back.""
*****
Once they were out of this corridor they would be in a small town. Why here? She didn't know,
and quite frankly she didn't care as long as she was with him.
"What's this town called Riddick?" she asked curiously.
All she got was a glance back and a series of mumbles.
"Thank you mr. informative..."
Riddick pulled his goggles over his eyes with one quick streamlined motion. Everything seemed
to be streamlined with him. Even his speech, though he had a tendancy to be rather blunt..
******
"" She had walked in, hair shaven and swim type goggles with darkened lenses she'd found propped
up on her forehead. They'd all looked at her eyes wide.
'What?' She'd asked.
'It's the winner of the look alike contest.'
Paris walked around examining all the stuff. They'd found a shaded building to harbor from the
heat in. Johns sat on a makeshift chair and she'd sat beside him. Rittick loomed in a
different doorway.
'What were these people? Miners?' Paris asked Shazaa
'No, looks more like geoligists, you know, advanced team lives around from rock to rock.'
'Nice of them to leave so much stuff here, buy why'd they leave their ship?' Frye snapped.
'It's not a ship it's a skif, it's desposable really.' Johns said brows lifting.
'Kind of like an emergency life-raft right?' Paris said inquisitivly.
'Yeah, they probably had a big drop-ship take them off planet.' Shazaa replied.
'Come on, these people didn't leave. Whatever got Zeek got them. They're all dead' Rittick
growled almost absentmindedly. He picked a few granulets of dirt from his goggled and pulled them
on. He continued..
'You don't really think they left, cloths on the hooks; photos on the shelves.'
'You don't know that, maybe they had weight limits.' Shazaa snapped, eyes narrowing.
'I know you don't prep your emergency ship unless there's a fuckin' emergency.'
'He's fuckin' right' Jak had chimed in. ""
*****
The memories of that damned planet haunted her. They'd gotton away, kind of. They all stepped
into the light. Riddick kept walking. Did he know this place? By the way he navigated so
easily it seemed he did. He stopped suddenly. His figure was broad and powerfully built. He
turned slowly and looked at them. He hated being in charge of something he usually took, but
these two people needed him.. Especially Jak. But what was HE supposed to do with her? His
life was already a pile of shit, was he just going to drag the kid down with him?
"We'll get a room for tonight."
"That sounds good." Jak said smiling fakely.
She stared up at him with a pair of doe eyes. Large and watery. Why did she look up to him so
much? He turned again growling inaudiably. Jak's eyes floated down again, this time not to his
cuff.
------
Jak stood in shower. Her mind drifted as she washed her short hair. It was barely worth washing.
'Man is Riddick ever hot! The way he moves, his voice. I wonder what it would be like..
Nah, he would never. He probably thinks I'm ugly anyways.' Her thoughts were fleeting but she
kinda of liked wondering...
'His hands whisked over her slowly. His breath was warm against the sides of her neck. She
could almost taste him as he nipped lightly at her neck then move to the other side, his nose
brushing lightly through her hair.
"Riddick..." she mumbeled softly.'
She jumped nearly flying to the ceiling as there was a loud rap on the door then Riddick yelling
at her.
"COME ON Jak! You've been in there almost a half-hour!"
"UH-err.." She paused then grinned mumbling under her breath "why don't you just come in here
and tell me that."
"What?"
"NOTHING! I'll be out in a minute"
"Hurry yer ass up dammit."
His footsteps faded.