Authors note: Yes it has been awhile. I am thinking of continuing on the story. Review and let me know after reading the new chapter. PS I don't own Riddick - I own saber and angel star and this conspicuous storyline and story telling. but I am not making money off of.
It had been a mere few days since the NECROS had 'caught' Saber and Angel. At first Saber had been curious of Riddick. He had been Jack's friend and had been the reason Kira was killed. Soon though, Saber's curiosity dulled. The man wasn't what she would have expected. He drank and fucked a lot but beyond that there wasn't much to him. Occasionally he was found listing to the whining of the NECROS but even that seemed to drive him deeper into the bottle.
Saber quickly decided what ever her sisters had seen in the man was either wasted or gone. In either case she was feeling land-sick and the old familiar itch was becoming too much for her to stand. No one here had any useful information and thus She needed to keep it moving. Surprisingly her opportunity came when she was least expecting it. The NECROS suddenly were bustling with activity and noise. Saber found out relatively easily that the current Lord Marshall (Riddick) was taking a pilgrimage to find his home lands - Furia. Something in Saber told her that this would be her one and only chance to sneak out and away from the NECRO Hall. Gathering her dress, Saber slipped through the crowd searching for her miscreant sidekick. She located the child in one of the gathering halls, sneaking about the adults. Since the child had remained mute and acted dumb, none paid any attention to the child as she wandered aimesly about. Saber kept her smile of pride in check and silently stalked closer to the child. When she was mere inches from the girl, Saber reached and pulled her from the room and behind a large pillar.
Saber wrapped her long fingers around the childs mouth in case she made a sound giving away her position. Angel Struggled momentarily before realization of who had her sunk in. Quickly Angel stilled and Saber removed her hand indicating silently that she should remain silent and follow along. Angel followed close behind saber, moving just as silently and calculated as her leader. They made their way out of the great ship and back onto Hellion prime. Soon they were in the market, at first the pair stood out but a little slight of hand and the pair had cloaks swathing them from head to toe, making them blend in with the local population.
Saber quickly picked her way through the ruins of the outskirts of the town where she had hidden her ship. She took no chances when it came to many things, and getting off this wracked planet was her top priority. She paused briefly as Angel pulled up beside her to look out at the ruins of the cities and horizon dominated by the NECROS ships. "Have we said our good byes?" Saber asked. Angel looked at her white haired 'mother' and then back to the altered landscape, "She was my mother in blood and in name. My soul weeps for the lost time, but someday I will meet her again," Angel paused and then added, "But I think today isn't that time. " and with that the little girl opened the hatch to the ship, leaving Saber to her thoughts. With a deep sigh and she entered the ship.
Elsewhere …..
Riddick was being left for dead on a inhabitable planet. Someday, Richard B. Riddick would return to space, having restored the animal inside.
Other places on Hellion Prime
As Ships were leaving no one noticed the ship that was landing in and amongst the rubble that was Hellion Prime. a Figure emerged from the tiny ship and made their way towards what looked to be the only activity in the small ruined city- the market. The figure leisurely strolled through the open market, noticing that people were harried and hurriedly grabbing their supplies. At first the figure thought it was because they noticed the new comer but as they paused behind a crumbling wall as NECROS passed by, they found out differently. The locals knew something was happening, The Necro Soldiers were gathering back to the ships. No one knew if that was a good thing or a bad thing but they weren't waiting around to find out which it was.
The figure kept to the shadows listening to the various snippets of conversation as it made its way to what looked to be a bar. Silently the creature entered the establishment, the few customers looked once at the new comer before quickly turning back to their drinks. The figure moved to the bar and removed its hood. No one recognized Jack B. Badd. Not that she expected anyone would. She was good at her job and even better than anyone would guess when it meant keeping to the sidelines. She dropped some coin on the bar and motioned for the barkeep. "a clean glass and an unopened bottle of spirits." The man quickly filled her order, allowing her to settle into a darken corner in the back. Jack had learned patience was how the spider caught the fly.
Soon enough a patron approached her. From the smell of him he had been in the bottle for a while and in the bar even longer. Still honey got information easier, and if that failed well then she could always alleviate her boredom with her favorite game, whose the better killer. "What's a gal like you in a place like this?" the man slurred a little. Jack smiled slightly and tipped a drink back, "Getting a drink. How bout you?" The man helped himself to an empty chair nearby Getting closer to Jack than she would have liked to smell. "Getting' to know you beautiful." He reached for her bottle to pour a himself a drink.
Jacks hand grabbed his wrist with a speed it was nearly incomprehensible to the drunkard, as was the grip in which she held him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." The man tried to pull his hand away from her grip, "What's wrong? I'm just getting a drink with yas." When he couldn't pull his hand away from her grip he looked pointedly down at his hand and was about to say something when she interrupted him with a hiss, "You want a drink go to the bar." The drunk didn't seem to get the between the lines meaning and looked at her dumbfounded, "I thought we were getting to know each other..." He again reached for the bottle. His fingers where allowed to barely brush the bottle of amber liquid before it was violently pinned down to the table with her knife. The man let out a howl of pain, earning several looks from other patrons and eve a few moving to help the man. Unfortunately, Jack was a lot faster than they were. She removed her knife and kicked the man's chair out from under him causing him to tumble to the ground, "You seem to have a boundary problem..." The man held his hand against his chest as he struggled to stand, cursing her as he did.
just as the other patrons were coming to his aid, Jack grabbed the man and hauled him up to his feet. She effortlessly tossed the drunk into his would be saviors, "Go buy your buddy a drink before I finish what I started." Unfortunately men who had been drinking and their buddies thought they would have an even fight against some one so slight. One spoke up confirming such sentiments, "I think you need to buy my friend a drink, since you ruined his hand."
Jack had sat back down to pour herself another drink, after downing the shot she slammed the glass down, "And what if I don't?" She dared the man. The man made the same mistake as his drunk friend, reaching for her bottle and thus the fight was on. Jack sat back down to pour another drink as she stared unamused at the dead men on the floor. She glanced at the barkeep, who had been cleaning his bar with a decidedly I-don't-see-shot attitude. Once the bottle was near empty, Jack walked to the counter and dropped a few more coins on it, "Sorry about the mess" and left.
okay so maybe being sweet wasn't in her nature after all. She made her way to the holy man's home. Jack noted how the damaged house looked before she silently made her way in. Slipping through the empty rooms, Jack could only guess what had happen. Until she came upon it, a small shrine, candles and offerings stacked around a small picture. So the Holy man was dead. Somewhere deep inside Jack was sad. He had been a good man. He had survived the horror of T2 to die somewhere else. That was life.
A small creek in the floor had Jack spinning around ready to strike the approaching danger. It was a small girl with curly hair and dark completion. The girl studied her silently, unsure if this new comer was friend or foe. Jack studied the girl as the girl studied her. Jack thought back to the reasons why she left, and the people she knew where in the holy man's life. He had had a wife, perhaps this was his child? Jack would tread carefully, children were either a fount of information or useless depending on how one looked at it, "My name is Jack." Jack introduced herself. The child's eye seemed to light up a little at her name so Jack pressed on. "Your father was a friend of mine." She waved at the small shrine, "What happened?"
Ziva glanced at the shrine of her father and blinked away the tears, "They killed him." "Who?" " The monsters. but he killed them." the child stated simply. "What monsters? Who killed them?" Jack inquired of the child although she had a feeling she already knew the answers. The child again answered simply, "The NECROS." She whispered almost afraid that they would appear from the shadows. the child seemed to blink away the fear in the next sentence, "But Riddick killed the monsters..." Jack would have smiled at the conviction the child stated the latter of the sentence. She knew as the child did, Riddick was good at killing the monsters that thought they could go bump in the night.
Jack squatted down to where the child's level was, she could hear footsteps above her and could only assume that the child's mother would be looking for her soon enough, "I'm sorry." The child looked at her, tilting her head slightly to the side in confusion, "Why ever so? You didn't kill my papa." Jack nodded, "That is true. but I am sorry for your lost. He was a good man." "ZIVA?!'" Called another voice. The little girl turned suddenly, remembering her mother was in the house, "Coming mother." The child called and turned to where Jack had stood. Once she confirmed that there was no one there the child ran off to find her mother.
Jack left as silently as she came. There was nothing there in the house for her anymore. She had thought at some point she would have come back and thanked the Holy Man for his kindness through out the years since T2. It was a pity that she wouldn't be able to thank one of the few people she had known that were decent. Yet Jack didn't dwell on that. She was here to find information and so far she had not come up with any information that was actually helpful. So she decided to make her way to the rather large and imposing ships that were completely out of place with the landscapes around them.
Once Jack slipped onto the ship, the grandeur and vastness struck a cord as she stared at the palatial ship. Jack knew she couldn't spend her time taking in the beauty of the ship, something was happening and she didn't want to be on the large ship if it decided to lift off. Instead, again she kept to the edge and shadows listening to the conversations. The Lord Marshall - a breeder with shiny eyes, a Furian. He had been killed. The search party was going to rendezvous with the ships. They were going to head to the Underverse. the NECROS were almost excited. The ship was large, but a dead end as far as Jack could tell. She was getting annoyed with the continued lack of any information to be found about why the family was after them and where the woman and child in the picture were. She would find her sister. Perhapes she should locate the Furian, if he was who she thought he was. Then he was defiantly not dead and in any case the better step then staying on something preparing to leave. She knew that when she felt the low rumble of the engines. The vibrations or the doors sealing for the final time. Jack sprinted and slipped between the two closing panels in the nick of time. She quickly descended the stairs and moved away from the area in time to watch the NECORS leave Hellion rime for the final time. The NECROS though traditionally destroyed any planet they left, This planet they left un touched except for the damaged that had already been inflicted upon it. The crumbled society would forever know of the day that the world came to an end and was spared by a twist of fate or luck as some would tell it later on.
Jack made her way back to the ship. Once she was settled in, she slipped in the a disk of information she was able to retrieve from the ship. It was amazing how often people thought so little if the full reality of what their ship held. FRom places they had been to places they planned to go. Logs could be entered and altered as one saw fit. Yet not everything was easily accessible and not everything was inputted. Some systems recorded the information habitually - in case you lost your ship to a pirate or some other miserable miser. Jack smiles slightly as she read through the junk information to the point as to where the NECROS went with their newest Lord Marshall. She punched in the coordinates and easily broke atmo. a few days time she would see if the Furian was Riddick or if he was truly dead and gone.