Fathia sat calmly at the ship's controls. It had a preset course so there really wasn't much she could do but kick back and look at the stars. The Mercs had provided her with plenty of weapons. Knives and daggers of all sorts along with a few firearms thrown in for good measure. They had even provided her with plenty of tranquilizers just in case she needed to bring Riddick down that way. All in all she was armed to the teeth and beyond ready for the task that lay ahead of her. Someone had been stationed where Riddick was to keep an eye on him so she would be briefed once she got there.
It was still another week's travel and Fathia was quite impatient at times. She spent most of her waking hours reading over Riddick's many files or looking over accounts from witnesses. Blood everywhere seemed to be the most popular phrase among them. Fathia couldn't help but smile at this. She had to admit that the guy had style. Every now and then she would be interrupted but some broadcast from the younger Merc. This was one of those times.
The little blinking green light turned on, signaling that she had an incoming broadcast. Sighing she flicked the switch that brought the broadcast up onto one of the many screens before her. Fathia kicked back in her seat and waited for the young Merc to begin speaking. He looked oddly nervous today he usually being a cocky bastard about something or other.
"Fathia, we seem to have a bit of a problem. According to our stationed man Riddick knows there's something going on. He says he got too close one day and now he knows he's there. He'll be orbiting the planet until you arrive and then you can deal with him."
Fathia nodded, placing her boots up on the console nonchalantly, arms folded behind her head. She tilted her head to the side with a slight smirk her eyes reflecting the blue of screen in front of her. "You know I hate that name. Call me by my real name instead of that alias you made up for me."
The young man scratched the back of his head and looked around nervously as if he weren't even supposed to be broadcasting to her. "Fine Fathia. Your real name is Zasha F. Dae. Are you happy?"
At this Zasha laughed her cold emotionless laugh which set the young Merc on edge. He was proud of having prepared someone so well but he was still wary of the Furyan. She had that insatiable need for the blood that would put anyone on edge.
"Yes my friend, I am happy. Now, do explain why you're so edgy today." Zasha said, folding her arms behind her head and settling farther into her seat. The young Merc looked down at a keyboard and typed in a few codes which caused reports to pop up on other screens. "According to our planted man Riddick knows that he's being watched. We're not sure how long he'll stick around so we want you to double your speed."
Zasha rolled her eyes and reached for the control panel, lifting her goggles so it was easier to see. The light sensors beside her eyes immediately went into action, dimming her vision enough so that she could see clearly. Just as Zasha finished resetting the fuel output she looked up only to be blinded by a sun rising over a nearby planet. Immediately the light sensors tried to adjust to the intense light but they weren't made to go that high.
Zasha swore as she clapped her hand over her eyes. The light sensors had shorted out, sending an electrical shock through her system. This was quite a common occurrence and despite her complaints the Mercs had refused to remove them. Her eyes watered as she rubbed them furiously, swearing all the while.
"God damnit! I told you these things wouldn't help at all. They're causing more pain than they're worth." Zasha mumbled furiously, blinking hard to revive her eyes from the sudden shock. The young Merc smirked and chuckled slightly, shaking his head. He had expected something like this and it always brought him great joy when he saw his project in pain. After all, she had to know her place.
"It's only a little pain Zasha love. A mighty Furyan such as yourself should be able to handle that." Zasha calmly flipped him off before shutting down the transmission. Swearing softly she rubbed at her eyes again. She knew there was a way to change the light sensors into a sort of cloaking device; make her eyes look normal instead of the empty blackness they held. The only problem was that she would have to perform a complicated incision next to her eye and without the aide of another it would be a difficult task.
Pulling her goggles back on Zasha starred up at the ceiling of her craft, folding her arms loosely across her chest. True, Fathia was not her first name but was actually her middle name. From what she had been told it meant 'Victory' but she had encountered little victory in her life. Her first name, Zasha, was a derivative of Alexandra, which usually meant 'protector of mankind'. So, apparently she was supposed to be the 'Victorious Protector of Mankind'. Like that would ever happen.
The last name Dea came from her father, or rather, her father figure. Zasha had never known her biological parents but she wasn't too torn up about it. Her father had done a good job of raising her when she was a child and he was the only person she loved and trusted. Sure, he was the Warden at Ursa Luna Maximum Security Slam, but he was a good man nonetheless. Well, to her anyways. He was notoriously cruel to the inmates, but then again all Wardens were.
She still kept in contact with him, usually on a two week basis. He was still a fairly young man, only about 42 or so. He had raised Zasha from the age of 6 months to seventeen when he was forced to relinquish her to the Mercs. He had made sure Zasha was well educated even if he wasn't the best teacher in the world. He had also made sure that she knew how to defend herself and just so that she was a well rounded person he had forced her to play the piano. No one besides him knew that and no one knew that Zasha actually had a very beautiful singing voice. But, no one can be a merciless killer and a musician at the same time. It was one of the other and Zasha had found the job of slaughter much more satisfying.
With the increase in fuel output it would take Zasha just under thirteen hours to reach her destination instead of the normal two and a half days. The ship would be pushed to its limits and she'd be critically low on fuel by the time she reached her destination, but her contact there would have enough to support her needs.