"They say most of your brain shuts down in cryo-sleep…all but the primitive side…the animal side…no wonder why I'm half asleep." My eyes fluttered dancing across the piece of shit of a ship I was on. The name is Rasha B. Riddick, the daughter as you probably guessed it Richard B. Riddick, or Riddick as some sons of bitches may say.
For the last fourteen years my father has been underground, raising me, taking care of me. It's also been ten years since the end of the necromongers, all people de-converted. It's also been 5 weeks since I ran away. I'm only thirteen but I have the same amount of wisdom as my father.
Just I was finish collecting my thoughts, and waking up, a voice entered my ship"Unidentfied aircraft state your holdings and yourself." "Rasha B. Merc" I stated, I could here mumbling over the line.
"Approvered"the voice said. I flew into the hanger, where I ran into some cops. "Hands in the air!" they yelled. I reached down, they yelled again. I stood up shiv in hand, "Put the weapon down!" they yelled. I stepped forward and with my hand I beckoned them and shots fired…Too be continued.