Yea, so sorry it's been months, I just haven't wanted to upload or write.
Well, I just kind of decided that today, well... I would. So enjoy...
Jack picked up her bags and ran, her face flushed with tears. She stumbled past people, her heart frantically beating. No, she cursed to herself. "Fuck!" she screamed as she erupted from the doors, people turning to stare. She took a deep breath and walked slowly down the stone steps. Her body rigid with control.
She was right, the planet was gorgeous. The sky was cerulean and there was two suns, one violet, the other a raging yellow gold. The smell of salt was light and carried on the tropical wind. The spaceport was only a few blocks from the sea, built up high, so as you leave the space port you can look down the hill to the violet -blue ocean water. The sand on the beach was pure white, it looked so soft. But no, Jack had other things to think about.
Suddenly she stopped, something catching her eye. There was a man standing in front of a hover car. He held a sign that read Jaclyn Nerica. She walked towards him and sat down her bags on the sidewalk. He was a short, portly type fellow with thinning black hair and tan skin. "You be Jaclyn?" he asked with an exotic accent. She swallowed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She cleared her throat. "Yea, I am." "Good. Get in car. I will take you to you hotel." he said with a smile. He picked up her bags and threw them into the back seat. The inside of the car was cool and clean. Jack was wary of the man, but she was in shock of the past twenty minutes. She would go to her hotel and think things out.
She could not let Riddick be taken down by a bunch of fucking mercs...she almost laughed. "I am a merc." she whispered to herself. She hadn't even realized that the man gotten in the car and they were now hovering down the street. "What?" he asked, turning to her slightly. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." she said with a small smile. "'Dat man 'dat hired me. Good looking man! You boyfriend?" he asked. He obviously didn't speak that well of English. "Boyfriend? Ah no...just a friend." she said shaking her head, "Just a friend." She smiled at the thought, blushing furiously. "Ha..." he said throwing his head back, "'Da way he speak of you. Make me think you more than friend!" he said laughing. "The look in your eye girl. Not just friend. Love, girl, love." he said laughing. "No, not love, just...friendship!" she said shaking her head, her heart pounding. But then why did she cry for Riddick. Why did she worry for his life. No, she screamed at herself. I hate him! But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. "Love be a strange thing, girl. Love be a strange thing." he said, as if reading her mind.
Jack sat her bags down outside her hotel door. The man at the front desk had smiled politely and put her hand scan in the computer, staring at her ass as she walked away. Riddick had set her up in a small hotel right off the beach. The paint was the color of the ocean water, almost to bright to look at.
Jack had finally realized that she hated the weather here, to damn hot. The hall was silent except for the hum of the air machines, cooling off the empty hall. She knew that the mercs would be looking for her soon, and that as soon as she opened this door there could be five of them with guns pointed at her head. She bent down low, anyone shooting with most likely aim for the head, giving her the advantage point. She grab her gun out of one of the bags. She put her hand to the green scanner on the metal door. It made a soft beeping sound as a green line scanned down her hand. "Access granted." said an automated voice. Jack pushed open the door and immediately aimed. Nothing. Not a single shot. The hotel room was small, painted sunset red. The bed was small and had red and gold pillows and sheets. Atop lay a long, skinny black box, somehow out of place .The windows were open sending in a warm sea breeze. Gold curtains floated like living creatures. There was a door to the left that led to a large bathroom, all red marble, with specks of gold flakes. There was desk by the bed, orange. The room suddenly was very hot.
Jack put down her gun after she inspected the room and found nothing. She pulled in her bags and set them on the bed, it squished soft underneath them. She closed the door and walked over to the black box. She was sure this was one of Riddick's surprises. She ran her fingers along the edges of the box, her throat burning with unshed tears. She slowly lifted the top off and frowned. There was just black tissue paper. She infolded them and furrowed her brows. Inside lay an outfit. A pair of black vinyl shorts, and a long sleeve fish net shirt. Aside was a folded note. Jack quickly grabbed it and read:
Jaclyn:
Why, hello Jack. You have made quite the right choice. Or did you? How do you like Lestinya? How do you like your room? How do you like your outfit? I would hope that you would wear it tonight. Go to a club on the beach front called Destras. It's an...industrial club, so I would dress the part. Go there at eleven, and maybe you might see ... a ghost. C'mon Jack, How bad do you want those credits? Who knows, I might be not be anywhere on this planet, or maybe I'm in the room next to you. You never know, Jack. Just depends on how far you want to go...how bad you want me....
Riddick
Jack sat the note down on the outfit and popped her knuckles. She stared at the bed, her thoughts racing. Well, she was sure that Riddick would be at the club tonight. Hell, she didn't even know if he was alive. But she did know that there would mercs sent to track her down. She didn't want to be here when they found her. She had to find Riddick, that's all there was to it. At least now she did know that he was on Lestinya, some where. She had to hack.
Soon her fingers were slapping away at the computer. She had found out that there was holding prison not to far from the space port. She hacked into the mainframe and found out that they had just received a convict only hours before. His Information was blank , but it did say this: Convict has a shine job. How convenient, jack thought. "Riddick." she said, stopping to stare at the screen. She leaned back and took a breath, looking at her watch. She had only 53 hours left. It did not seem as though it had been that long. Lost a lot of time on the ship, she thought to herself. She shrugged at got back to her plan. She was downloading the blue prints onto a mini disk. She had memorized the directions and scouted out the ventilation system and blue prints of the building. It was old, dingy, but under heavy surveillance. She could get in, but not without some help. Suddenly a message box popped on her screen. Jack looked up and frowned as words appeared.
You are being tracked Jaclyn. Mercs are headed your way now. Run, get out. You're his only chance. They will kill him this time. He can't escape. Now GO!
Jacks heart hammered in her chest, her breathing shallow. Adrenaline pumped though her system. She heard shouts and the sound of combat boots hitting the ground. "She's in that one, there!" shouted a loud voice. Jack grabbed her gun and grabbed the disk, shutting down the system. She heard more shouts and the sound of guns being loaded. She ran to the window and pushed back the curtains, reveling a crowed beach and pearly sand. She was up on a top story, not a fun fall. But as the shouts got louder and closer, Jack shook her head and jumped, just as the door slammed open with gunshots.
Jack picked up her bags and ran, her face flushed with tears. She stumbled past people, her heart frantically beating. No, she cursed to herself. "Fuck!" she screamed as she erupted from the doors, people turning to stare. She took a deep breath and walked slowly down the stone steps. Her body rigid with control.
She was right, the planet was gorgeous. The sky was cerulean and there was two suns, one violet, the other a raging yellow gold. The smell of salt was light and carried on the tropical wind. The spaceport was only a few blocks from the sea, built up high, so as you leave the space port you can look down the hill to the violet -blue ocean water. The sand on the beach was pure white, it looked so soft. But no, Jack had other things to think about.
Suddenly she stopped, something catching her eye. There was a man standing in front of a hover car. He held a sign that read Jaclyn Nerica. She walked towards him and sat down her bags on the sidewalk. He was a short, portly type fellow with thinning black hair and tan skin. "You be Jaclyn?" he asked with an exotic accent. She swallowed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She cleared her throat. "Yea, I am." "Good. Get in car. I will take you to you hotel." he said with a smile. He picked up her bags and threw them into the back seat. The inside of the car was cool and clean. Jack was wary of the man, but she was in shock of the past twenty minutes. She would go to her hotel and think things out.
She could not let Riddick be taken down by a bunch of fucking mercs...she almost laughed. "I am a merc." she whispered to herself. She hadn't even realized that the man gotten in the car and they were now hovering down the street. "What?" he asked, turning to her slightly. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." she said with a small smile. "'Dat man 'dat hired me. Good looking man! You boyfriend?" he asked. He obviously didn't speak that well of English. "Boyfriend? Ah no...just a friend." she said shaking her head, "Just a friend." She smiled at the thought, blushing furiously. "Ha..." he said throwing his head back, "'Da way he speak of you. Make me think you more than friend!" he said laughing. "The look in your eye girl. Not just friend. Love, girl, love." he said laughing. "No, not love, just...friendship!" she said shaking her head, her heart pounding. But then why did she cry for Riddick. Why did she worry for his life. No, she screamed at herself. I hate him! But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. "Love be a strange thing, girl. Love be a strange thing." he said, as if reading her mind.
Jack sat her bags down outside her hotel door. The man at the front desk had smiled politely and put her hand scan in the computer, staring at her ass as she walked away. Riddick had set her up in a small hotel right off the beach. The paint was the color of the ocean water, almost to bright to look at.
Jack had finally realized that she hated the weather here, to damn hot. The hall was silent except for the hum of the air machines, cooling off the empty hall. She knew that the mercs would be looking for her soon, and that as soon as she opened this door there could be five of them with guns pointed at her head. She bent down low, anyone shooting with most likely aim for the head, giving her the advantage point. She grab her gun out of one of the bags. She put her hand to the green scanner on the metal door. It made a soft beeping sound as a green line scanned down her hand. "Access granted." said an automated voice. Jack pushed open the door and immediately aimed. Nothing. Not a single shot. The hotel room was small, painted sunset red. The bed was small and had red and gold pillows and sheets. Atop lay a long, skinny black box, somehow out of place .The windows were open sending in a warm sea breeze. Gold curtains floated like living creatures. There was a door to the left that led to a large bathroom, all red marble, with specks of gold flakes. There was desk by the bed, orange. The room suddenly was very hot.
Jack put down her gun after she inspected the room and found nothing. She pulled in her bags and set them on the bed, it squished soft underneath them. She closed the door and walked over to the black box. She was sure this was one of Riddick's surprises. She ran her fingers along the edges of the box, her throat burning with unshed tears. She slowly lifted the top off and frowned. There was just black tissue paper. She infolded them and furrowed her brows. Inside lay an outfit. A pair of black vinyl shorts, and a long sleeve fish net shirt. Aside was a folded note. Jack quickly grabbed it and read:
Jaclyn:
Why, hello Jack. You have made quite the right choice. Or did you? How do you like Lestinya? How do you like your room? How do you like your outfit? I would hope that you would wear it tonight. Go to a club on the beach front called Destras. It's an...industrial club, so I would dress the part. Go there at eleven, and maybe you might see ... a ghost. C'mon Jack, How bad do you want those credits? Who knows, I might be not be anywhere on this planet, or maybe I'm in the room next to you. You never know, Jack. Just depends on how far you want to go...how bad you want me....
Riddick
Jack sat the note down on the outfit and popped her knuckles. She stared at the bed, her thoughts racing. Well, she was sure that Riddick would be at the club tonight. Hell, she didn't even know if he was alive. But she did know that there would mercs sent to track her down. She didn't want to be here when they found her. She had to find Riddick, that's all there was to it. At least now she did know that he was on Lestinya, some where. She had to hack.
Soon her fingers were slapping away at the computer. She had found out that there was holding prison not to far from the space port. She hacked into the mainframe and found out that they had just received a convict only hours before. His Information was blank , but it did say this: Convict has a shine job. How convenient, jack thought. "Riddick." she said, stopping to stare at the screen. She leaned back and took a breath, looking at her watch. She had only 53 hours left. It did not seem as though it had been that long. Lost a lot of time on the ship, she thought to herself. She shrugged at got back to her plan. She was downloading the blue prints onto a mini disk. She had memorized the directions and scouted out the ventilation system and blue prints of the building. It was old, dingy, but under heavy surveillance. She could get in, but not without some help. Suddenly a message box popped on her screen. Jack looked up and frowned as words appeared.
You are being tracked Jaclyn. Mercs are headed your way now. Run, get out. You're his only chance. They will kill him this time. He can't escape. Now GO!
Jacks heart hammered in her chest, her breathing shallow. Adrenaline pumped though her system. She heard shouts and the sound of combat boots hitting the ground. "She's in that one, there!" shouted a loud voice. Jack grabbed her gun and grabbed the disk, shutting down the system. She heard more shouts and the sound of guns being loaded. She ran to the window and pushed back the curtains, reveling a crowed beach and pearly sand. She was up on a top story, not a fun fall. But as the shouts got louder and closer, Jack shook her head and jumped, just as the door slammed open with gunshots.