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I w o u l d j u s t be a squishy mess.........

And I would post it. so fast your heads would spin!!!!

As promised. Toombs and the gang reach the Talos system. We see the bad guys....

There's a wedding... And some twists.... will update again tonight!

Dedicated to Prancergirl 002, soca angel 268, sita, rose jadedrose 01 and the VIN MAN.

Later that afternoon Jack was in the kitchen, she was dressed strangely but Riddick didn't mind. She was a creature of habit and she wanted to look a certain way for her friend. She wore green linen pants embroidered with gold, gold sandals and a matching tunic that came flowed nicely around her hips. She wore a loose fitting head scarf like she had earlier on, in deep green and it set off her eyes even more than she did when she wore other colors.

Riddick still wore his contacts and clothes from earlier and marveled at the colors. He had been without the ability to see these things for so long that he never got tired of how they looked, or made him feel.

Jack wore her hair up under the veil and he came up behind her as she sang something in Arabic while she cooked.

Jack was a definitely a creature of habit. "Mrs. Riddick?" he said smug. He'd tried out those words aloud when he was alone just to hear how it sounded and smiled when he said it to her.

She turned around and giggled looking at him and rolling her eyes. "Yes, my lord?"

"Teasing me with the food?" he said coming up behind her. Or with your voice, or those hips swaying while you sing, or that damn fine ass? I gotta think straight…

"Tonight I cook to make passions burn, the blood boil. It's all about fire." She told him sprinkling spice on the meat and singing.

"Venetian strawberries." He said licking one and popping it into his mouth. "I remember these." And the fun we had all night after eating them....

"I do too... Hey, don't touch those. They're for desert. Don't make me punish you." she said smiling. DOWN BOY.

"Promises, promises baby." He growled grabbing her hips. "Can't get enough of you."

"I heard." She said squirming. "We did well today. I send a message to Farad and he's going to pay. Confirmed the DNA on you and he was very pleased. I told him to expect us in a month. Now we wait for the money to hit."

"Jack, it's gonna get dangerous now. I've been looking at the stats on the Swede. He's gonna be the problem. He comes after you, take him down, anyway you can. If you can't, run. I mean it. I can't lose you."

"I know. Do me a favor?" she asked as he played with the chain on her necklaces.

"Yeah." He answered looking lovingly into her eyes.

"Whatever happens, don't panic." She asked him and he laughed.

"I don't panic." He told her playing with her hair.

"You have never had to deal with me before New Mecca and I didn't like it when you hesitated. That's your version of panic. Hesitation can get you killed and Layne can't live without a father."

Then his face went from jovial to hard and calculating in a glance.

"That shit is not happening again Jack. No fucken way. You're not starting to talk like that. We're gonna do this by the numbers, TOGETHER. None of this splitting up shit. That's what got us fucked in the first place. I should have never left you."

Her face, though masked had to agree and he knew it.

There he said it out loud. Her face said nothing. "I should have taken with you with me and left, then you would have never gotten abused, beaten, had to deal with loneliness like I had, then New Mecca would have never happened. No Faisal, no Ziza…" he said nearly shouting.

She looked in his eyes and saw guilt, gut wrenching guilt. "No." she said trying to stop his self hatred. "NO!"

He was shocked to hear her raise her voice to him. His face was angry and he unconsciously fisted his hands at his sides. "Jack. You can't understand what I mean. The things they did to you. I can't fucken stand it."

You've been through too much…

"It's OVER." She told him making him sit. "I lived. The scars I have remind me I live. I live because of you; because I believed in you and you delivered. I won't listen to you ripping yourself a new one because of shit that happened. I distinctly remember a speech from earlier today where my best friends bitched at me for thinking the very same thing. So stop it. We're in the endgame now Riddick, and once we're free and clear you'll deliver on that promise."

"Which one was that?" he asked as she stood between his legs and he rested his cheek against her torso wrapping his muscular arms around her.

"Beach, garden, sand between my toes, kids playing on the beach." She told him and she could feel the rumble against her breast bone.

"Done. We just gotta play your favorite game first." He told her looking up.

"Who's the better killer?" she said smiling.

"Yeah. I'm still pissed as hell you want Roper. But I can understand. He likes the pretty girls. I'll be watching just in case it goes south." He told her getting up. "Back to cooking there you."

He grabbed another strawberry and popped into his mouth. "Damn good desert Jack."

"Yes Captain Riddick, marryier of love-struck outlaws." She smirked moving back to the kitchen.

"Rise and shine kids, we're six hours out of Talos Prime." Announced Toombs to a very groggy crew.

"Could you keep it down asshole?" Metzger said grimacing at the light and booming sound of Toombs' voice. He lifted his head and groaned. "I hate fucken cryo."

Dr. Janis came around with hypos and began injecting everyone so they could recouperate faster. Metzger smiled at the Doc and watched her being observed by Toombs.

Well look who's been getting laid all this time…

Dr. Janis, having injected the crew, took her bag and went down towards the lab and sat at her computer composing the following message.

My Dearest Grandchild.

There is no hope greater than mine. We are six hours out of our destination and soon my mission will be over. I long to finally see you and touch your sweet face. I often wonder if you will look like your mother or like your father. I do know that they hold such love for you.

Please be good for them and I will see you soon.

Your grandmother.

She hit the send button just as the crew walked passed going towards their quarters. She hit the hot button; the one she knew would alert Jack if she needed her and she went on her way and began to get some bearings around the rowdy masculine crew.

Anne stood before Riddick who felt unusually nervous. He wasn't getting married and throughout the ceremony, Anne dressed in a white dress with a white head scarf and veil, and Kalifa in a pair of brown slacks and a pilgrim's robe, and he wondered if he'd missed out not doing this for Jack.

Salim wore traditional pilgrim robes and Riddick felt slightly out of place. Earlier, he asked Jack. "We're outsiders, and outsiders are okay dressed like that. Anne thought green would be a beautiful color for me and baby you always looked hot in black. Relax."

He watched Salim hold the holy Quar'an and helped Riddick with the ceremony. In Arabic he translated what Anne was saying:

"I Anne, offer you in myself in marriage in accordance with the instructions of the Holy Quar'an and the Holy Prophet, peace and blessing be upon Him I pledge, in honesty and with sincerity, to be for you and obedient and faithful wife."

He looked at Jack, who wore a far away expression, and he actually heard her sigh. He would ask her later why, but he had an idea. He watched her rock Layne back and forth and coo in his ear and wondered how the hell he had ever gotten so lucky. She put him down, his son fast asleep and continued to watch the ceremony.

Salim, offered Anne to Kalifa who said, translated by his father, "I pledge, in honesty and sincerity, to be for you a faithful and helpful husband."

His eyes never left Anne, as she removed the sheer white veil covering the rest of her face. She looked so shy in the presence of the men before her. She held her hands demurely at her sides and looked only at Kalifa.

Salim gestured to Riddick who knew the little speech he had prepared. Riddick smiled watching her stand in front of him. "As Captain of the Flying Dutchman, I now pronounce you man and wife."

Jack couldn't suppress a clap of her hands when they kissed, in front of Salim. "I am so happy for you!"

She hugged Anne and slapped Kalifa on the shoulder. Salim hugged his new daughter and smiled. "May Allah bring you many years of happiness."

Riddick smiled and sat back crooking his finger towards Jack. "Come here wife."

"As you wish my lord." She said smiling. She walked slowly towards him and when she stood in front of him, he removed her scarf and ran his fingers through her hair.

Beautiful… he thought to himself as his eyes closed and his hands rested on her shoulders.

He put his arms around her and watched Salim and Kalifa and Anne talk together. "Was that your first official 'thing' as Captain? So how does it feel to be something more than that word I can't use in your face?"

Convict. She won't ever call me that again because she loves me… Damn.

"Fucken awesome Jack." He said looking at her and tapping her nose with his finger. "Have you ever thought about if we did it like that?"

"No, I'm waiting for the one we'll do on that beach, wind in my hair, bare feet in the sand, you in a nice white shirt, untucked, smiling at me dressed in a flowing white dress a little off the shoulder and barely touching the sand, around sunset, those silver lovelies looking at me… Nah, never crossed my mind."

He laughed and kissed her forehead. "Everyone, Jack's cooked something for the bride and groom. Come on, let's go."

Dr. Janis stood in the med lab and paced. The ruckus that she heard from the mess made her nervous. Toombs was shooting his mouth off and she wanted to not have to listen to the bravado that he was stirring up.

"Now you all know that this is not your garden variety convict. This fish is Richard B. Riddick." Toombs said in his characteristically cocky voice.

"Now you all know that we've got history him and me." Toombs said putting the video on the vid screen. "Grab your panties ladies, this gets a little dicey."

As the gruesome video played Toombs commentated. "The girl is Jack. He saved her off T-2. They've know each other for almost 5 years. Word has it she stayed on New Mecca with Holy man until she got just old enough to get the high hard one. Riddick came back and took her off the planet cause the man she was supposed to marry got itchy."

"Who wouldn't. Damn what a fine piece of ass." He said shortly before they began beating her on the vid screen. "Fucken shame. Only time you fuck up a tight piece of ass like that is when she doesn't pay yaw."

"Be nice Metzger." Roper told him. "That's a fucken human being asshole."

Toombs continued just at the point that Riddick burst open the door. "Now, here's where it gets graceful."

"Get the fuck away from her." They heard him growl, and watched as he descended upon them. In a cold animalistic fury, all they saw was a flash from his slivery eyes and the glint of steel as he pounced the closest man to him sticking him in the gut and then slashing his throat spraying blood everywhere.

The initial shock of the first attack was short lived and all that had a hold of Jack grabbed weapons. He looked at them menacingly as his hands went flying to the men that were holding her down. Their incapacitation was quick and he took his time slicing and sticking them until they were a mass of bloody bodies.

He was splattered with blood and his face, feral and brutal, finished the last brother then looked up at the one man he wanted to kill slowly.

Faisal grabbed his pants, knowing that his fight was just beginning and armed himself with Jack's knives. His grin of satisfaction graced him when he looked at the unconscious woman.

His smirk of triumph seemed to enrage Riddick even more. The cold glare that gazed back at him took the steam out him momentarily. When Riddick's eyes darted to Jack, laying there limp and bleeding, her head lolled to one side, signaled Faisal's opportunity to try and kill him.

How wrong the Pilgrim was thinking that he could best Riddick because of his connection to Jack.

"Mother fuckers couldn't find your own women, you had to steal mine? Big fucken mistake. You," he said pointing his shiv towards Faisal, "made three mistakes. First," he said moving him away from the bed, "you put your hands on her."

"She is mine and I demand your blood for killing my brothers, then I demand hers for this." he spat his chest dripping blood from Jack's slash. His face was pale with pain and Riddick smelled fear on him like a bad cologne.

"Interesting fighting style. I have seen this one before." The Swede said in his characteristic foreign accent. "Kali. It is a very brutal form of fighting. Many black ops soldiers are taught this in order to be able to kill efficiently. I know this fighting well."

"His weakness is the girl." The old man said. He rarely spoke but when he did it was to say something useful instead of mouthing off.

"Yeah, well, the payday for both of them is 2 million. We need them both ALIVE. Dead they are worthless." Toombs informed them.

Riddick stood there shivs ready and smiled. He remembered what Salim had said… big but slow.

"Second, you went after her. Mother fucker you need to learn when to quit." He said taunting him with his shivs. "Three, you went and pissed me off by hurting her." He said as they ran at one another.

Riddick was roughly the same size but in much better shape, and was faster and deadlier. Although Faisal did manage to cut Riddick on his side, Riddick sliced him up the abdomen first making him stagger back.

"That's to match the one Jack gave you. Except, mine's deeper…" He taunted with an evil grin.

Faisal, bloodlust so overpowering that he didn't think he could be harmed, lunged at Riddick. It was a tactical mistake too many in his life had made when he was in the slam and he felt good that the stupid fuck had made his job not only easier but more enjoyable.

"Big mistake motherfucker. This is for Jack!" he said as he buried one of his shivs deep into his back, finally hitting that sweet spot that he had missed when he had attacked Johns all those years ago.

Faisal dropped to the floor like a bag of cement. Riddick watched him twitch unable to move because he hit the one spot that would paralyze him. He stood back moved a stray hair from Jack's bloody face and moved confidently back towards the object of his hatred and rage. "Now, have you ever wondered how long it takes you to die when you're hemorrhaging from a slice like this?" he growled in his ear, his hands sticky with deep arterial blood as he grabbed him intimately pulling down his trousers and slicing the offending appendage off, throwing it at his feet

They continued to watch fascinated by Riddick and his style. Everyone sat rapt except for Roper who was so disgusted he walked out, only to be met in the hall by Dr. Janis.

"I couldn't watch it Doc. I couldn't." he told her as they walked towards the lab. "I didn't sign up for that shit. I'm a pilot. I never ever wanted that."

"Danny, I know. I didn't sign up for this either. I wanted only off Hellion Prime and now I'm trapped again."