A/N: Terribly sorry about the rating mix-up but can you really blame me? I had been up since 5 AM writing and I was running late for school. If it weren't for a certain guy in one of my classes I'd be faking sick all the friggin' time… oh, right. The fic. Yeah…

Sorry Bant! I kinda got writer's block when it came to Tiger's Blue. Where in the hell am I supposed to take that?

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The Hunter Gratzner held a little more than forty passengers. All of them were headed to the Tangier system for various reasons. Every single person on board was in a state of deep sleep thanks to the cryno chambers. At least it would seem like everyone was sleeping.

She was completely awake but her body was practically frozen. It had been three months since she escaped and killed Dr. Nash. Three long months of living on the streets of city, stealing to survive.

Life wasn't as bad as some would think. To her it was like heaven. She wasn't pent up in a room, she wasn't living off moldy food, and best of all, she was no longer an experiment.

Everyday she either stole money for what she needed or she'd just take it directly from the source. The young woman was never caught and even if she had been, she'd be able to use her cunning to get out of it.

The smells of the people surrounding her filled her nostrils, even through the thick glass of her little pod. With a bit of a struggle, she managed to open her yellow eyes which remained hidden behind a pair of sunglasses she had lifted.

From her cryno chamber she could see a few of the people she was traveling with. One was very young and looked like a very feminine boy. Or a masculine girl? She couldn't tell which. The next pod held a slightly older man with a receding hair line and glasses. After studying him for a moment she decided that the man looked like a real talker. The kind of guy who could sell ice to penguins.

The next to pods really caught her attention. The first held a man with sandy hair and a uniform. He was somewhat attractive but from experience, she didn't really trust men in uniforms.

The though came to mind that he might be a merc and she made a mental note to avoid him, after all, the reason she left the city was because she caught wind of some mercs on her tail. Mentally she laughed at the bad pun and then she thanked her stars for finding the trench coat she now wore.

Her eyes settled on the last pod. It was by far the most interesting and biggest. The man inside, from what she could see, was very muscular. She also couldn't help but notice that he blind folded, chained, and had bit in his mouth. Her eyes flickered from the massive man back to the one in uniform. Could it be…?

The young woman's thoughts were cut short. A few loud noises filled her ears and soon the Hunter Gratzner was shaking violently. Well this blows. As the skip continued to jostle her about she could hear two frantic voices from somewhere in the front of the ship.

Her limbs regained their use and she noticed the occupants of the other cryno chambers were awaking. Their eyes darted around as they tried to figure out was going on.

It all happened so fast. The young woman knew they had hit ground of some sort as the ship lurched. The pod with the girl-boy fell to the floor as did the big one. Her own pod remained in its proper place despite the continued rocking and lurching of the ship.

Everything came to a stop and she watched as the muscular broke the glass of his pod with ease. A slight smile played across her lips as he grabbed a gun from the man in uniform and took off. This should be interesting.

It didn't take long for everyone to get out of their little chambers. The man in uniform swore loudly and went in search for the muscular guy. Everyone regained their composure and for the first time the girl got a good look at everyone there.

She found a married couple. The woman with long dark curly hair and the man with very short dark hair. They both set to work getting the boy-girl out of the cryno chamber. The balding man with glasses looked around, accompanied by another man with three boys.

"Hello," said the balding man to the young girl whose odd traits still remained hidden. "Nice land we've had, eh?" He had a high class English accent and he stuck out his hand. "The name's Paris Ogilvie."

After a moment's hesitation the girl took it. "Cassidy. Cassidy O'Leary." Cassidy smiled at being able to use her name again.

In the distance she heard the sounds of a struggle and figured that the muscular guy and the uniformed one were duking it out. No one else heard the noises and Cassidy shrugged them off.

Soon she had learned the names of everyone. Shazza the woman and Zeeke, her husband. The boy-girl was actually a boy named Jack and the man with three boys was called Imam.

Loud shouts were heard and they all rushed to the source. They stopped when they saw a woman with a man. The man had a pole sticking out of his chest and the woman seemed somewhat panicky. Unfortunately, there was no medicine left to ease his passing.

The woman sent the passengers out of the remains of the ship.

Outside it was sickeningly hot. Cassidy looked around and her sank when she saw that they had crash-landed in the middle of a desert. Shit. I hate the heat.

She was about to duck into the shade of the Hunter Gratzner when someone spoke to her. Behind her shades, Cassidy's yellow eyes landed on the guy in uniform.

"What your name," he asked casually. His blue eyes peered at her imploringly as she stared at him blankly.

"Why do you ask?" Still she stared at him blankly. If he was a merc she didn't want to give anything away.

He shrugged. "Just asking. My name's Johns." Cassidy rose an eyebrow. "William. But everyone calls me Johns."

Cassidy nodded slowly. "Cassidy," she said reluctantly.

She turned to head back into the shade but Johns was there again. "You seem familiar somehow." He looked down at the short girl.

"Can't say the same for you. Sorry." Again Cassidy tried to move around but she stopped when she felt something cold and metal clasp around her wrists.

"Now I remember," Johns said in her ear. "You're the one with a payday on your head."

Johns led her back into the ship. She twisted her hand in a feeble attempt to remove them from the restraints. With a sigh she stepped inside to see the muscular. He was cuffed with his hands behind him and wrapped around a pole while his feet were chained to the ground. He still wore a bit and blindfold.

"So," said Cassidy lightly as she settled herself down atop a cryno chamber and wrapping her arms behind her and around the pole for Johns. "What are they offering for my safe return?"

Johns raised an eyebrow as he locked the restraints. "1.5 million U.D." At this the muscular man turned his head slightly, Cassidy could feel him move on the opposite side of the pole. "Imagine that. A private party paying as much for you as Company is for Riddick here." Johns gestured to the muscular man.

"Well what can I say? I'm loved everywhere," Cassidy's voice was filled with mock arrogance. "What's Company paying?"

Johns shrugged. 'Less." He began to walk away before turning to his two prisoners. "Play nice," he said before leaving."

"Prick," Cassidy mumbled. Again she felt the man behind her move slightly. Her yellow eyes began to scan the dim room for an escape but she could hardly see with her shades on.

After a few tosses of her head, the sunglasses fell to the floor and Cassidy was able to see. She looked around the room and sucked her teeth as she thought. There had to be some way to get out of the mess. Living in the desert would be better than going back.

"Aha," she breathed as she looked to the top of the pole. There was a crack in it just big enough for her to slip the restraints through.

Standing up on top of the cryno chamber, Cassidy looked back up to the top. The crack was just a few feet out of her reach. She cursed her height as she tried to figure this little obstacle out.

Cassidy gripped the restraints firmly and placed one foot on the pole. She heard the muscular man called Riddick shift again and she knew he was watching her as best he could. Ignoring her audience, Cassidy put her other foot on the pole and leaned forward.

She winced at the pain the strain on her shoulders caused. Slowly she began to shuffle her feet up the pole, he teeth grit against the pain. The clasps on her wrists were digging into her flesh and causing her more pain but she ignored it. A few more inches was all it took.

Cassidy managed to slip the restraints through the gap. As soon as her support was taken away she began to fall towards the cryno chamber she had been sitting on. With just seconds to spare Cassidy had managed to get her feet under and landed in a crouch.

Escape was so much. It should be considered a sport.