OMG!!!  The Chronicles of Riddick come out in a matter of MONTHS!!  I just saw the preview and HOLY CRAP!!  I will be the first in line to see it!

"What's your name?" the girl asks as the silence becomes almost unbearable. 

"Riddick knew me as Jack. " she states, her eyes never leaving the pathway in front of her, "Do you have a name?" she asks as an afterthought.

"Pip" she says simply, not caring to explain.  Jack seems to understand this and doesn't ask for an explanation

"How…how did he die?" Pip finds the courage to voice the question that had been brimming in her mind since she had first laid eyes on the gravestone.

"He died the way he wanted to die…a shiv in his hand." The woman says bitterly, her pain readable just below the surface.

They are silent again and Pip becomes more and more nervous at the dying of the light.

"Where are we going?" She demands, expertly keeping the panicked tremor out.

"To Riddick's place.  It's another block from here." She says nonchalantly.

They enter a small apartment with a layer of dust covering everything. 

"Go ahead, sit down" Jack motions to the couch.  Pip removes the plastic covering and sits, sinking deep into the plush couch cushion.  Jack moves to the window and dramatically pulls back the curtains.  A perfect view of the setting sun greets Pip's eyes and she can't help but be silent.

"Riddick loved sunsets." Jack muses, her eyes scanning the orange and purple painting in front of her.

"Why?" Pip can't help but ask.

"He had a shine job- the dying of the light meant he didn't have to wear his goggles anymore."  Pip nods, seeming to comprehend this fact like a person with firsthand experience.  They watch the last of the light fade and die, the silence becoming strangely comfortable. 

"Riddick's story can't be told by sunlight- he lived in darkness and he died in darkness."

Pip nods, her fascination with this man  mounting. 

"Where to start?" Jack seems to chuckle.

"The beginning is good start" Pip answers, her tone light to mask much more serious thoughts.

"Well, yes- but which beginning?  When he was born, or when he was born to darkness (a/n: Sorry!  I know it's Anne Rice's "thing", but I couldn't help it!!)?  Or maybe when he was reborn to the light?" 

"So many beginnings" Pip murmurs, "Where do you feature?"

"Maybe that is the best place to start.  Do you know what happened to a ship called the Hunter-Gratzner?"

"Of course- it was the biggest disaster of the age"

The light seems to go off in Pip's mind and she inhales sharply.

"You mean he's…" she stammers. 

Jack laughs outright, "Yes, I do mean Richard B Riddick, convict, murder, and hero"

"He's a legend!" she exclaims, her normally cool veneer forgotten, "He was the only merc hunter."

Pip thinks for a second, something else seeming to register in her mind. 

"You're his second" she states, nothing being able to shock her now.  Jack nods, appreciating that she was a legend in her own right.

"A shiv fighter second only to Riddick" Pip adds.  Her hand moves to her hip where her own shiv is stored.  Jack smiles slightly and looks at the younger woman.

"I hope it homemade"  she sighs.

"What's homemade?" Pip asks, trying her best to sound innocent

"Your shiv"

Seeing no point in lying, Pip nods.

"Of course" she adds.  Pip removes the shiv from her hip and flashes it in the moonlight.  Jack appraises is but doesn't ask to touch it. 

After a few seconds of silence, Jack quirks an eyebrow at Pip.  "So you wanna know about Riddick?"

Pip nods, her eyes fixed on Jack now.

"Good- this is gonna take all night" she smirks and sits down, preparing to tell the story of a lifetime.