AN:/Riddick doesn't belong to me or his pst present furture, you know what i mean, but Cail on the other hand is mine.

Smile I told him. "Smile, it won't hurt you."
"Mmph" With a sigh I turned away staring out through the view port of the tiny shuttle. That was all I had gotten out of him so far. I had accepted this run from a strange man that I knew very little about, and I would do it by myself. As the now shrinking planet seemed to drift away I remembered a place I had once been, Furyon. It was a harsh planet like the one we had just left, with deserts and mountains but the cities that had once covered that planet were gone now not even rubble could attest that life had once thrived here. The Furions had carved a living out of stone and dust, through sheer stubbornness they thrived. . . I don't know why I was thinking of Furyon, but his eyes reminded me of there. I was only there for a short time but all the native men I saw had eyes like his, a soft glowing sliver, purple or blue. That was it, how I knew what he was, and those eyes... The truth was neither of us felt like smiling. I knew absolutely nothing about his man except he wanted me to take him away, as far away from here as he could get. I knew by the price ticket he paid me that he had a good reason for wanting off-planet. There was a heat and pressure behind me, breathing quietly into my ear he asked me

"Why should I smile?" slowly turning around to face the only other human onboard I answered

"Why do we do anything? To keep up appearances, so everyone else thinks there isn't a problem and has no reason to investigate. If you look happy people assume that nothing is wrong, if you act like you belong people assume that you have a right or reason to. That Mr...."

"Riddick"

"That Mr. Riddick is why we smile. To keep those bastards that think themselves cops away from my little... operation." With I grin I turned and walked up to the control console.

"My policy on passengers is don't ask, the less I know the safer they feel. But you know Mr. Riddick, you know I can tell the difference between the average scum who killed a few and needs a quick trip off world and the truly dangerous men out there."

I could tell he smiled as he walked towards the galley. The ship was quite small the tiny Control cabin had three doors, one to that galley and one on the left to the engine equipment and such. The door to the right was the only cabin with a tiny restroom and three bunks. My ship was not now equipped for more than three passengers but was capable of being converted to a cryosleep passenger vessel. If I ever felt the need to make some honest money that was probably the way I would go. But for the moment my young blood thrived on the dangers of space and its smuggling. I joked with myself about being a pirate, but my thoughts finally returned to the problem at hand. I was a small 17-year-old girl piloting a tiny vessel with a known murderer as the only other being on board. I could tell he'd spent quite a while in the slam, the way he walked and talked, how he carried his weapons. Maybe he knew I knew what he carried, but my experience was to let him go on. If we didn't have a confrontation I would count myself lucky. I was strong but I knew I could not outman him in a fight. I was only 5" and he was nearly 6"3' quite a difference. He was nearly silent, a trait I had noticed the moment he asked me for passage standing there in his raggedy clothes with the shaved head of a monk. But I could tell this was no holy man. Looking up on the ships' computers I found his crime file, after hacking the base of course. I found numerous murder charges and a prize of mover 56 Million U.D's for his head. A low whistle came from behind me.

"My, they do have quite a price out for me don't they?" I heard him rumble.
Turning in my chair I looked him square in the face

"A very big price, that would buy me a new ship among other things. Should I turn you in Riddick? But then the question is could I?" I got up and strolled into the galley. Fixing a sandwich for myself, I heard him enter the room behind me.

"Yes, that would be the question Ms. Tir." I gasped and turned around to him.

"How did you know that name? How!?" I grabbed the knife on the counter and lunged for him, grabbing my wrist he twisted my arms behind my back. With one hand he held my arms together and with the other he pulled my hair back. Pressed against the wall as I was, I let up my struggle saving my strength for the one chance I might have. Bringing his lips up to my cheek he whispered.

"I know a great many things about you. How you got this ship, why you are alone and so desperate to get any money at all, as for your name that came along with the other information." Jerking me around he pinned my arms to my side staring into my eyes through his black goggles. "I wouldn't try to call up the Mercs or become one yourself. We must keep appearances, shouldn't we." With that last hard look into my eyes he let go and went into the cabin. Sliding down to the floor I realized what I had gotten myself into. I had misjudged the danger yet again and this time it wouldn't cost the lives of others, only mine. Curling up onto the floor I recited to myself my name is Cail Rain, my name is Cail Rain, I won't give into them my name is Cail Rain... until I finally fell asleep.