AN: So, I've been thinking about this little fic I've got going here since around August of last year. And I've finally gotten some time to get it down, so here it is. Jack and Kyra arent the same person and Jack doesnt exist in Riddick's life (yet). I havent decided if Kyra even existed either. Let me know what you guys think so far, cause I'm not sure if everyone's gonna like this. Oh, and reviews are always a plus, it lets me know people read this stuff.

Summary: Riddick's the new Lord Marshal, so how will he lead the Necromongers? Does Vaako still feel the need to keep what he kills?I smell trickeration.

Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda, Riddick's not mine, blah blah blah


Prologue
(Year 2759)

A thick fog settled as a middle aged man stood in front of the old gates that served as the entry way to the demolished city that lay inside them. He brushed his hands off on his tattered pants and took a deep breath before gazing back at the small crowd of onlookers that stood behind him.

It was the same every time someone decided to venture into the city. A crowd would gather to watch the brave soul walk through the gates, and down the only street that was visible to them. Once out of sight, the crowd would wait, in hopes that they would return. But never once had anyone that stepped through the gates ever returned.

His wife held their infant son in her arms, pulling the ragged blanket over his little limbs as he cried. She tried to keep the tears that were threatening to spill from her own eyes at bay, but it was no use. She was sure she would never see her husband again once he stepped foot inside those gates.

The man gave a reassuring smile to his wife, and then scanned the crowd one last time before turning back to the gate and lifting his arms, locking his hands onto the iron rungs and pushing it open. He stepped through them slowly and it closed behind him with a heavy clatter that sent chills down his spine. He knew that there was no turning back now.

He walked down the dirt road with his head held high, despite the fear that was brewing in his belly as the remnants of tall skyscrapers cast their shadows down upon him. He walked and walked, until he could no longer make out his wife's face on the other side of the city's gates. If it wasn't for that woman and the child she carried in her arms, he might not have been on this quest to begin with. But with the vivid tales of gold and riches that lay within the city's walls he knew he had to keep going. He needed to provide a better life for those he loved.

He trudged through the fog along the same dirt road for what seemed like hours, only stopping when his path was blocked by a large building that seemed to be perfectly intact. This had to be it. It had to be where it was hidden. Why so many other's had perished in search of it was beyond the man's ability to comprehend. He pushed open the large metal door and stepped inside the darkened building.