A Council Invitation

Thanks to SpikeRiddick and PiercedHeart114 for your reveiews. Espically you, SpikeRiddick, helped motivate me and I decided to carry on even though I'd found out some information that damaged the basis of my story. I just decided to alter my story plan slightly to make it work out. So thank you sooo much.


Chapter 2

"We've been pulled in but you better damn well expect a violent welcome." Micheal said, now dressed in a pair of plain khaki coloured army pants, and a white t-shirt that clung to his fit physique.

Evelyn nodded slowly and shot him a dark look, "I expected that already Micheal." She said with all the grace and breeding of royalty. "Derrick I want you to stay on the ship, keep an eye on the crew make sure they don't get, edgy. If they do... take care of them." She said without a flicker of emotion in her voice. Then she paused and asked, "Do you know how to pilot Derrick."

A succient shake of his head gave her the answer she requested.

"Micheal?" She queired the same question of him.

"I can navigate but I don't know how to pilot Tara." After his reprimand he offered her the formal greeting. Things may have been different if he wasn't honouring his duty to the council to protect her. This was a formal mission from the council, and she had every right to act like his queen. Back on there home planet, outside the meetings of court, if she had tried that with him, she would have suffered, and she would have understood why.

Eveyln nodded and looked to Derrick her eye's were emotionless and calculating, "Keep the weakest or the one most sympathetic to us, the rest, I will leave that to your discretion. But only take action if nessacary Derrick."

"Tara how should I handle them?" Derrick asked quietly, there was his way of doing things and then there was the righter, better way of doing things.

"I don't want to know. Do as you wish. but don't leave any signs of what happened when I return Derrick." Evelyn's theory was out of sight out of mind, she had so much to deal with as it was, she could quite easily forget. Move on as soon as she said it.

"Micheal are you ready?" Evelyn asked her bodyguard she gave eye's to the crew man as they stood around. They looked like they wanted to group, and discuss things. obviously they were under-estimating what a fight Derrick would put up.

"Yeah just let me grab these." He grabbed to long cyclindrical containers coming to her side, and handing them to her. "You know what these are Tara?" He questioned as she inspected the containers then she nodded and raised an eyebrow, she would have been impressed, if it was in her job description to show it.

"Of course." He nodded and took her answer for granted. "Well I'm sure you also know what to do with them if the situation comes up." He also assumed trying to play it off with respect.

"So glad to see you have some faith in me, Mr Marcus." Evelyn said affording herself a luxury of repling wirily.

"Sorry Tara." Micheal said between gritted teeth.

"Lets go, face this army of the dead." Evelyn decreed holding her head high and adjusting her shoulders to there right regal position so as to convey distain and a higher knowledge of everything. It was her job to look haughty, so she had been drilled.

The gang plank was lowered and she stepped out onto it after it came to a complete rest. Micheal stood to her left, exactly beside her as the stood down an entire army of faceless, killer army men. Evelyn stepped forward sure as the army was merciless, that Micheal was just as much so... if not more, and he matched her progress step by step inch by inch, as calmly as cooly, not even a flitter of intimidation on either of their faces.

Evelyn only stopped her slow and graceful journey when she was forced to halt by the large and antagonistic hand placed against her upper chest and neck. It was her hand that went to rest on Micheal's wrist as it started to rise up, to do his duty.

"Don't. That's all they need, an excuse." Evelyn told Micheal with a hissing force, her hand white knuckled with her grip on him until he lowered his hands to his side again.

"I want to see your ruler. I want to see the Riddick." She said in a montone voice.

The army moved as if it was controlled by one brain, all stood to attention and blocked her way, moving forward a step in a uncanny union. "The Lord Marshal will issue a request for your company, not the other way around." One of the higher ranked minions replied.

Evelyn bristled in insult. They dared tell her a Queen to their drones, what she could or couldn't do or say? She would rather die then to accept that at the soliders word.

"Inform your... your Lord Marshall that I need to speak to him. Only him, and when he agrees to accept, you will find me on my ship." Evelyn said with dignity turning to return to her ship.

"No. We don't work like that. It's not proceedure." Said the ranking officier his hand claming like stell around her wrist.

Evelyn's head rose and she passed a look at Micheal before turning to the solider and claiming "I am NOT your prisoner, do not overstep your position maggot." Tara's voice was vitalral and filled with authoritive contempt, trying to shake her wrist free of his grip.

His hand didn't move and she could tell that beneath his armour his face was curling in disgust and aggravation.

"Micheal!" Evelyn commanded and found herself released in a second, Micheal's hands moving in a flurry, with a dull ding sounding everytime his open palm slammed into the heavy metal of the necromongers armour. The dagger made only a subtle slicing sound, barely a whisper as he pulled it from it's concealed sheath and pushed it through the metal into the heart of the necromonger.

The necromongers swarmed around their fallen counterpart. Well, over might have been a more appropiate description. The fell, hard on Micheal, at least a dozen of powerful fists laying into him, as he tried to hold his own, protect the queen.

Hands rolled over Evelyn's body fists cracked into her body and she tried to fight back, but that had been part of her training she had been neglected by her teachers. She went wild, her energy concentrated on thrashing wildly landing punches with the force of her race, but an un-expected fist hit her in the temple. A silent prayer that a miracle would happen and Micheal would over power his attackers and get her to safety before blacking out was all the energy she had left.