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Chapter II: Meeting the Prisoner
Amaya woke with a muffled groan, rubbing her forehead and feeling blood. Sitting up between curses, she decided to take a look around the cabin. She looked like the first one awake, though all of the passengers had been ejected from Cyrosleep.
Staggering to her feet with another curse, she decided to check the pilots chairs. Fry was partially unconscious, though breathing, and Owens… Amaya groaned at the sight of a steel spike that had been driven through his chest.
He focused by now almost frenzied eyes on her. "Help…" He whispered, coughing blood. Amaya knelt to take a closer look at the wound, not flinching as blood sprayed across her pale cheek.
"There's nothing we can do." Johns said quietly, staring at the dying co-pilot. Amaya rose to her feet, turning away as the other passengers walked over, and left the ship through a huge hole that definitely hadn't been there at the beginning of the voyage.
It was hot out, way too hot for Amaya. She concentrated as her hair grew several inches shorter, and left the shade of the ship, turning in a full circle.
Deserted wasteland stretched around her, and the sun closest to her radiated almost white-hot light. It was hard to breathe too, Amaya was beginning to get dizzy, and she hadn't been out for a minute.
The rest of the crew joined her, staring around in amazement. "So what the hell happened?" The male Prospector, Zeke asked, pointing the lack of the back half of the ship.
To this Fry shrugged. "Could have been a stray asteroid, something that threw off course, into this planet's gravity." Amaya sighed.
"Anyone finding it hard to breathe?" She asked, pulling her hair into a ponytail. The other Prospector, Shazza, nodded. "Feels like I'm missing a lung." She commented, still staring at the remains of the ship.
Amaya was about to go back inside and grab some oxygen, but Johns stopped her. "Riddick's gone." He said quickly, sweating already in the heat. Amaya groaned.
"Well that's just GREAT." She snorted, walking into the battered ship and grabbing a few oxygen systems. Johns followed her back outside, where she tossed two systems to Shazza, and belted one to herself.
"If we're going to find someone on this God-Forsaken planet, I'm gonna be right back." She said quickly to the idea of searching for other survivors.
"Five minutes." Johns barked, trying to fake control. Amaya stood straight, pulling a fake salute before walking into the cargo bay of the ship.
Her crate was still right where she had left it, and typing in the Security code, grinned as it opened. Seven Automatic rifles, ten Semi/Automatic pistols, a pair of sniper rifles and a single rocket launcher. Her bargaining tools with the Drug Lord she was supposed to make a trade-off with when she got to Tangiers.
"No point in wasting perfectly good weapons," She assured herself, strapping on the Sniper rifle and both pistols. She had several hundred rounds on her person, more than enough if she met someone a little less than friendly.
Shading her eyes from the sun as she left the battered ship, she walked up behind Johns. "Amaya, reporting for duty, Sir." She mimicked a soldier, saluting again.
He turned around as he heard the voice, raising an eyebrow at the amount of ammo on her person. "How the hell do you expect to carry ALL that across to wherever we're going to?" He asked incredulously.
Amaya just grinned, turning and walking away.
Twenty minutes later, She, Fry, and Johns, Imam and the boys stopped at what looked to the ordinary eye as a white forest. Everyone else sprinted forward, but Amaya stood still, listening. Riddick was around, but she wasn't sure exactly where his scent of Sweat, Steel, and Blood was coming from.
She sighed; walking carefully down the rise, not surprised as she realized it was a field of bones, most likely from a herd of gargantuan beasts that had roasted in the heat.
She met up with Johns several seconds later, who was on high alert of any sign of the escaped con. "Amaya!" He called, spinning around in surprise as she tapped him on the shoulder. "I want you and that rifle to be stationed up there," he pointed to the neck of one of the larger beasts, overlooking the rest of the yard.
Amaya sighed, and easily climbed up a ribcage leading to John's spot. She sat down in between a couple vertebrae, settling her rifle to focus over the entire camp.
Fry and Johns were talking next to a ribcage, and as she focused the view, caught a glance of everyone's favorite anti-hero. "Well, well, look what we have here," She whispered to herself, focusing the view even greater.
He must have heard it, though Amaya had no idea how. He glanced up at her, and there was a long moment of eye contact, Amaya being more curious than anything. She grinned after a moment, letting the rifle lean back against the bone. She almost felt his stare analyzing her before he slipped away, eerily fading from all of her senses.
Amaya decided she was finished, and elegantly leapt from the bones to land behind Carolyn. She spun around, moving into a defensive stance before realizing who it was. "I'm going back to the ship, checking on things there, okay?" Amaya said, carefully tapping her oxygen tank. Fry nodded.
Amaya was halfway back to the camp when the sound of gunshots reached her ears. "Riddick you bastard." She hissed quietly, running back to the remains of the ship.
A/N: Dude, was that EVER long! Okay, je finir for now, review and I MAY get a post up tomorrow.
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