Growing up on New Mecca (3 Years Earlier)
She grew up well, she had been given a good father figure and a mother soon came along with a little sister, but she missed someone very important to her. That big old ape who had saved her so long ago, he had even killed for her. Jack was on a mission now. She had completed high school with high honors but the one person she wanted to see her walk across that stage wasn't there; Riddick.
Jack had gotten her pilot's license somewhere in between Riddick leaving her and completing high school and now 20 years old. She felt it in her bones, a new danger was coming, she didn't know when, but it was coming to New Mecca and she couldn't fight it without Riddick. She didn't know how to find a con who didn't want to be found, but she had to try, he had left a mark on her, and it simply wouldn't go away. She jumped in her ship and started with the slams. Jack had checked out two of the topmost dangerous slams there were, nothing. She was paying attention to the body language of the people running the slams and now knew she was on their radar. Jack was now on her flight back home, trying to figure out a new plan of trying to find someone who didn't want to be found.
"I don't even know what name he is going by now or what he might look like." Jack running her fingers through her black long wavy hair. She hacked into other slams on her way back to New Mecca, scanning each conman's picture to see if any looked like Riddick, nothing.
"Damn it, why did you have to leave me!?" Jack punching her punching bag in her gym on her ship. She was so frustrated, she just kept punching the bag until her knuckles were bleeding and silent tears running down her cheeks. She let out an ear-piercing scream as she dropped to her knees, hugging the bottom of the punching bag. She knew she mattered to him, but he wasn't there to see her great accomplishments. Now she was afraid, she was afraid of this new threat, she didn't have her hero, no one to help her fight these new monsters that she knew were coming.
"RIDDICK!?" Jack screamed out into an empty ship, she curled into a ball and started to shake.
"I can't fight them by myself." Jack feeling like the little kid who would run into his room, seeking protection from her nightmares of the hammerheads that were still out for her blood. She held the shiv he had left her, it was the only protection, the only piece she had left of him. Jack had to steel herself, she at least had to try to protect her family, or she would die trying. Her ship alerted her to coming into New Mecca, she closed her eyes, slowly she dragged herself into a sitting position, dried her face as she looked at her shiv, she always kept it close and razor sharp.
"Fuck you Riddick." Jack snarled as she stood with a tight grip on the well-balanced shiv by her side, slowly she walked out of the gym and up to the pilot's chair. She pulled into her dock but she saw weird looking ships hovering, there were three of them.
"Imam." Jack whispered, three huge ships like those, she knew she didn't have a leg to stand on but she had to try, Riddick had given her a family, she couldn't leave them, this was her fight, and Riddick had made it her fight when he left her with Imam. She shut her ship down, turned the invisible shield on so it wouldn't be seen, her grip on her shiv tightened as she grabbed two more shivs, placing one in the small of her back and having the other blade in her hand. It was rounded and had three blades, it was meant to be thrown like a frisbee, cutting down everything in its path as it flew.
"I'm coming Imam." Jack steeling her nerves as she ran off her ship and into the shadows in the storming weather. She made it halfway home when she stumbled onto trouble in an alley. Pouring rain made it harder to fight in, she was good with blades but whatever she was fighting had brute strength, but she didn't go down without fighting tooth and nail.
Forty-five minutes later
Jack sucked in air, she had never felt pain like this before, she couldn't see but she had her blades still in her hands as she fought to drag herself very carefully out of the alley, being careful to make sure the threat was gone. When she got to the end of the alley she felt the open air. She was trying to catch her breathe as she sat against a crumbling wall, she closed her eyes. She couldn't focus on her pain, she could feel that there was skin detached from her body and when she breathed, it didn't feel like it was filling her lungs, something was very wrong.
"Jack, come on, I've got you. Don't give up on me Jack." a voice entered her ears, she hurt so bad that she mistook the voice belonging to Riddick. That's when she fought to hang on. Jack could feel herself being carried to a some sort of a vehicle, she knew Riddick was alive, she had to keep fighting for him, she was so sure she would see him again, and he was worth living for. Riddick in her eyes were worth going through this pain as long as she lived, she would see him again. A local bar owner had gotten her to a med bay on his ship, he kept giving her breath. The AI system stitched her up and healed the internal problems and the bar owner had even made synthetic skin from her own DNA and fixed her scars as she fought to live.