Johns groaned as he opened his eyes. his vision spun, either from disorientation or that fact that his transport had just crashed he wasn't sure. Nor did he really give a fuck. He sat up from the ground, moving his shoulder and legs, testing if anything was broken. It wouldn't matter if it was, one hit of his morphine and he wouldn't care. He kicked the panel out of his way, opening up what remained of the passenger cabin. Johns grabbed the column beside him and heaved himself up onto his feet. he scanned the area, quickly locating Riddick's tube. His heart dropped into his stomach and his blood turned to ice. Riddick's cryotube was empty.

"Shit." John muttered. He reached for his sidearm, locating on his holster. His hand touched the holster, but no gun. Johns looked at his holster. The bastard must've snatched it while Johns was down. But why hadn't he killed him? Johns moved further out into the cabin. He spotted several other passengers out of their tubes, searching through the wreckage. He turned his back to them, Riddick was his priority...and so was she. One convict out was bad enough, but two and they were up shit creak without a paddle.

Johns walked toward the lockdown cryotubes. Riddick's tube had been trashed from the base. Easy enough for Riddick to escape from. He turned his attention to the second tube, which still contained the convict. The door remained secured, save for the small hole in the bottom corner. What truly surprised him was the fact that the tube remained semi-functional. The preset environmental functions that kept her tube above average temperature were still holding. No wonder the girl hadn't tries harder to escape. The heat from her tube had kept her too weak o fully escape from her tube.

Johns walked up to the tube and stared at the girl. She hung near the face of the tube, breathing heavily. Inside the girl tilt her head, hearing his voice. Johns noticed her restraints had held during the crash, preventing any escape. He chuckled darkly. "Almost made it Brisais."

Turning from her tube, Johns surveyed the area. Brisais wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Not even the passengers would open her tube. he made his way through the debris, searching for any signs of Riddick. He moved further and further away from the voices of the survivors, until he found a ladder diving down into the cabin. Johns grabbed the edge and dropped below.

The moment his feet touched the floor, Johns clicked on his small flashlight. He moved through the maze of a cabin, completely separated from the survivors. Bad for him, good for Riddick. Johns moved through the cabin, watching for any sign of Riddick. As he passed by a series of empty cryotubes, a black shape caught Johns' eye. He turned and looked at the ground, where his pistol lay. Within second the thick ankle chains that cuffed Riddick were wrapped tightly around Johns neck. Johns grabbed the chains and tried to pulled them from his throat, but Riddick had a tight hold of the cops neck. Johns' hand fumbled along his waist. He caught hold of his baton and flicked it open. The lightweight rod extended to its full length. Swinging blinding, Johns swung at Riddick, striking wherever he could. he felt the rod collided with Riddick's mass, but it did nothing to release the convicts hold over his throat. The cabin grew dimmer around Johns. He had to do something now or he was a dead man. With his hold on the chains, Johns pulled forward. Whatever Riddick held onto held firm but johns was not about to give up. He managed a step from his previous place, then another. Then it happened. whatever Riddick held, pipes or panels, gave way. Johns lurched forward while Riddick fell from above. Johns heard Riddick collide onto a pile of crates before falling to the ground.

Finally free of Riddick's death grip, Johns turned toward Riddick. The convict lay on the ground, still bound and seemingly unconscious. History told him that Riddick could easily be playing him. He took a single step toward Riddick and swung the baton at Riddick's head, hopefully putting the animal out for a time.

Johns took a deep breath. "Somebodies gonna get hurt one of these days. It ain't gonna be me."

He took hold of Riddick's legs and dragged him toward a nearby support beam. The beam, like the entire ship, was broken. The welded connection had been broken during the crash, leaving a slight gap between the beam halves. Johns dragged Riddick to the beam and secured the convicts arms behind the beam. There was no chance he'd get out this time. Johns ran the back of his hand over his mouth, exhaling deeply. The fight must've taken more out of him than he thought. Satisfied Riddick wasn't going to be a bother, Johns turned around and headed back toward the upper cabin, where his second payload waited for a temporary release.

Johns climbed the ladder back up into the upper cabin. The survivors were crowded together, working at one of cryotubes that hadn't been opened. Johns watched as the worker woman cut through the frame of the tube. The moment the torch cut through the final rivet, the door popped open, sending a twelve year old boy to the floor. He was dressed in baggy clothes and a cap covering his hair. He looked around slowly.

"So, I guess something went wrong?" he said.

A dark skinned man wearing a Muslim turban stepped around the tube and helped the kid to his feet. "Are you alright child?"

The kid nodded. "Yeah I'm fine."

"Hey." Johns called. The group turned toward him, startled by his sudden appearance. Johns ignored their looks and continued. "Mind giving me a hand with another cryotube?

The woman holding the torch nodded. "On my way." She heaved the torch and canister over her back and walked toward Johns. Johns had to admired a woman who knew how to work. Her body was curved and toned from it. Dark curls hung down her back, but were pulled out of her eyes to work. As she drew near, Johns moved down the row and tubes toward Brisais.

"I'm Shazza." the woman said.

"Johns." Johns replied.

They came to a stop near the next cryotube.

Shazza stared at the tube. Her stomach twisted within her. "Who is that?"

Johns stared at the tube. He as accustomed to the Mimic's shifting, but not one else was. She hung where he'd left her, but her appearance had changed since he'd last seen her. Her braids had taken a light brown shade. Her skin was a light cream color, flawless of the scars she hid. Her lips were thin and a light shade of pink. To an outsider, she looked as harmless as the kid back there. Luckily, Johns knew better.

"Someone you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night." Johns answered. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small electrical device. "Don't worry bout her, though. That heat in her tube, her chains, and that restraint collar should keep her occupied."

Shazza gave Johns a brief glance. She sighed and moved to the cryotube and began cutting away.

Inside the tube, Brisais stirred. She opened her eyes and looked up. Her braids parted along both sides of her face. Her light brown orbs quickly located Johns on the other side of the door. Johns watched her closely, thumb hovering the charge button on the remote. His eyes shifted between Shazza and Brisais, gauging the danger the survivor was in. It was minimal. Riddick was a wild card, but the Mimic wasn't. Heat left them dangerously weak. She wouldn't be a problem to anyone.

The torch cut through the frame, releasing the door. Johns stepped to the side as the door collapsed onto the floor. He pressed the charge button and watched as the Mimic cringed as the electricity shot through the restraining collar around her neck. The collar was typically used for animal, but it worked wonders for shape shifters and locked with the controls command. Johns let up on the switch. Brisais went slack in her tube. All her weight went to her restraints, just how Johns preferred. He reached up sand unlocked her restraints from the roof of the tube. Johns heaved the Mimic over his shoulder and walked toward the ladder without another word to Shazza.

Johns heedlessly dropped the Mimic down the ladder. He smirked wickedly went he heard her groan from the collision. Whether she lived or not didn't matter according to her bounty. If she became too much trouble he'd just 'X' her out. She was expendable in the payload, so any injuries weren't his problem. Johns slid down the ladder and quickly heaved her body over his shoulder once more. He walked through the maze of chaos toward the ripped opening in the hull.

The sun immediately beat down against him. Johns exhaled heavily, his lungs worked twice as hard as he was used to. He scoured the area, finding nothing but desert. He smirked to himself, there couldn't have been a better planet to crash on with a Mimic. John walked alongside the ship and dropped his cargo to the ground. He grabbed her hands and heaved them over her head. Johns tipped up her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Enjoy the sunshine Sais." He kissed her viciously before slamming her head against the hull of the ship. Johns re-entered the ship and headed up the ladder, unaware of Riddick's covered gaze watching him.

okay...so what did you think of this chapter. kinda long and kinda explained a little of the new character

oh, in case you were wondering about the name pronunciation

Brisais (br-i-say-us) hope that made sense