A/N: I know the last chapter was in third person, but I didn't want her to have to be describing herself. Plus, she has never met Riddick, so she wouldn't have known about his eyes. I hope this change in tones isn't too confusing, but I won't change it again, I promise. And you may notice that some of the names are spelled differently, I just now found out that I had been spelling them all wrong from the very beginning and so now I have the correct spellings and this is how I will be spelling them from now on.

I was late arriving at the meeting place after my team and I had found the last of the ones hiding in shelters. I sent them on ahead so I could try to find Irgun, but he wasn't where we had decided to meet so I went on inside meeting place. I had waited for so long that when I got in there I had arrived in the middle of the Purifier's speech.

"For those of you who will right now, drop to your knees and ask to be purified…"

"We will not renounce our faith!" exclaimed the man in the dark robe.

"No one here will do what you ask. It is unthinkable. This is a world of many peoples, many religions, and we simply can not and will not be converted." said another man as the crowd was agreeing with him and the Lord Marshal was closing the distance between them.

I've seen this type of thing before. Some loud mouth from the now conquered planet believing that he was helping to save himself and the others, spoke out against the Lord Marshal and all Necromongers, but they were always wrong in doing so.

The Lord Marshal closed the distance between them, raised his left arm, thrust his spirited hand through the man's chest, and retrieved his soul as he said, "Then I'll take your soul."

With that people were gasping at the sight and that loud mouth of a man dropped dead in front of everyone. "Join him or join me." Everyone dropped to their knees at that point, including the first man to have spoken out, all except one man.

Dad looked over and saw him. He was wearing a dark brown, hooded cloak, black muscle shirt, dark brown cargo pants, black boots, and black goggles. He took off his hood to reveal his goggle covered face. Dad walked over to him, standing so defiantly, and said to him, "This is your one chance. Take the Lord Marshal's offer and bow."

He looked him square in the face and replied, "I bow to no man."

I looked over at mom as she stared, shocked at this man giving dad lip. Dad removed his helmet, I guess to show the gravity of what he was about to say. "He is not a man. He is the holy Half-Dead who has seen the UnderVerse and returned with powers you can't imagine."

The unbowing man said in a lighter tone, "Look, I'm not with everyone here. But I will take a piece of him." pointing to Irgun. I would have to have a talk with Irgun for not waiting for me like he usually did, but for now, I would get to watch him kill this person and we could get on with the campaign.

Father looked over to him and said, "A piece you will have." and gave Irgun the signal.

Irgun climbed the steps as father got to a good position to watch the fight. He got his hammer axes in a fighting position and made his first move. People were watching, unsure of who to cheer for.

Irgun's first move caused the man to back away and knock his cloak free of his arms. Irgun swung again, but the bald, imputant man dodged again by ducking under his arms as he swung. He reached around Irgun's back and drew the blade in Irgun's back, the one I placed in there the first day I met him. He had been one of the ones who tried to help get me to take the mark. I had been so tired from the rage and fighting, that by the time Irgun had come after me, I had only enough strength to lodge the blade in his back, not cause him a fatal wound.

The fighter, after pulling the blade from Irgun's back, whirled around and thrust it into his chest, a fatal wound. Irgun fell to the ground and the fighter turned to leave.

I had been standing by my mother on the other side of the meeting place when all of this happened. When the other fighter stabbed Irgun, my mother could almost see all of the rage just explode inside of me. She reached out her arm as a way to attempt to stop me from doing anything stupid, but she was too late, and she knew it once she heard me scream out, "No!" and rush over to Irgun's side as his life ended.

Everyone looked at me as I crouched down beside his lifeless body. The fighter turned around and acknowledged my presence, but before anything could be said or done, the Lord Marshal stepped in.

"Stop him!" The Lord Marshal walked toward him, stooped down to retrieve the blade from Irgun's chest, and continued to the fighter. "Irgun, one of my best."

"If you say so." says the fighter, scoffing at what the Lord Marshal said, as he looks over at the body and me. I stare a hole in his face for that remark, but hold back my urge to kill him on the spot to save my parents anymore embarrassment from my outbursts. I already know that I will never hear the end of this moment, and I don't want to put my father through anymore shame.

"What do you think of this blade?" he asked the fighter as he hands over the blade with no fear of what he might try to do.

The fighter took the blade from him, looked it over, spun it around his hand a few different directions, and replies, "I think it's a half gram heavy on the back end."

The Lord Marshal took his hand and nearly crushed it as he said, "In out faith, you keep what you kill." He walked past him dropping his hand, "Take him back to my ship for mind-regression."

My father and his best warriors, excluding me, crowded around him thinking that they would force him to go, but mother stepped in the middle of the crowd.

"Perhaps the breeder would do it if somebody just asked him." She walked over to him and then around him, causing dad to become jealous at the attention she was giving this unknown man. "It is a rare offer. A visit inside of Necropolis."

He sniffed the air around him and her, not even thinking about what she was saying. "It's been a long time since I smelled beautiful." he said looking her up and down.

"Let me show you the way." And with that she led him and the others to Necropolis while I was left behind to clean up the mess and contemplate what I would do to this man who killed my one and only friend.

I had four men pick up the body, while I led the way to the Dead Ship so that he could be placed with the other Necromongers that had been killed during the siege. His body would be cleaned, wrapped up, and a special service would be held later that day for those who had fallen. The Lord Marshal would commend their spirits to the UnderVerse while their armors were refitted for the newly converted Necromonger warriors. It really is a great thing to witness, but I had never thought that I would have to witness it without Irgun.

There were never very many Necromongers killed during the sieges, and by the time that it was all over with, we had just as many newly converted warriors as we had suits of armor to fill. But this time, there was an extra suit of armor, Irgun's, so after the service, it was given to me for a reminder of the kind of man and warrior he was. The extra suits were always given to the people who were closets to the warriors so they would never have to be destroyed, and if it were ever needed again, the Lord Marshal could always request it back.

It wasn't until the next day that I found out anything about the fighter that killed Irgun.