OK so another long awaited update... and this time there will be no excuses besides lazyness on my part.

Riddick was strapped to a fucking restraint being wheeled down the hall of a damned merc ship with thousands of frozen merc glaring down at him. Damn life was going down the shit hole in a handbag real fast, and to make matters worse Jack was practically fucking every guy that was in her path. He still couldn't understand why that made him angry, but he could have killed every man who looked at her weapon or not. But one thing was definitely clear to him, there was no way he was jealous of the damned mercs, he was fucking pissed at Jack playing the traitor whore was all. As it was his glares went unnoticed behind his goggles and that only made him even angrier.

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" asked Imam to no one in particular.

"Merc ships? Plenty," Riddick replied with a scoff tone of voice. "Just trying to figure out how it all goes together," he said quieter, then glared at Jack again. It would have been a lot easier to think if she was cooperating with him and actually fighting these guys! Jack looked at him like she knew that he was glaring at her and grinned, that would not go unpunished later, he thought and glared some more.

"It's a plantation operation," Jack said not looking down at Riddick while she said it, she stumbled a little and Riddick remembered her back wound. It had taken a backseat to their present predicament but now he glanced down at her leg, it was sticky with blood she probably didn't even know was there.

"A boat like this loads up a port, signs on as many men as it can hold. Then goes out for months sometimes years at a time. However long it takes to fill their stores," finished Imam.

"Except merchant ships like this are usually harvesting oar, maybe crops, not people," he finished in a whisper.

"Captive bounty on one side, contracted manpower on the other," Said Jack looking around, "Just add heat."

"You know a lot about this shit," Riddick said looking at Imam, "for a holy man."

"I hear things," he said dismissively. Jack glances at the man on her right, Riddick could see that she was sizing him up for an attack.

"Must be a special kinda desperate dick that signs on to this," he said to distract the guard and Jack, if she attacked him now they would only end up tying her up, something that was not part of his plan.

"Shut up," said the guard and smacked him across the face with his gun, Riddick grinned as he tasted the faint hint of blood.

"You're the exception of course," he said looking at the sorry dead man walking. "For you it's life experience."

They continued walking into a circular intersection, the other guards walked over to their supposed higher ups and Jack leaned down, showing off a lot more cleavage then Riddick deemed necessary.

"So what's your plan?" she asked in his ear, Riddick just smirked at her a little wonder would do her some good.

"This is where we get off princess," said one of the guards grabbing her hair and hauling her up to stand away from Riddick. "You too preacher," he said as an afterthought to Imam.

"I will pray," said Imam to Riddick who scoffed at him.

"Not for me," said Riddick, then the guards headed them into two opposite corridors, Riddick could hear Jack trying to trip the guard that was leading her away. He shook his head, now she finally resists them.

Hey... so next chapter there will be more violent action... i just thought it would be funny to make Riddick really annoyed in this chap :)