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Deadly Desires	By : KrazyKat001 Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 2185 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Chronicles of Riddick franchise or any of its characters. I do not profit from making this story. Rico is my original character, therefore is mine.

Chapter List
- 1-Deadly Desires
- 2-Rebirth
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Deadly Desires

Prologue
Year: 2578
Hunter Grazner developed a long reputation for transporting goods and civilians in the ghost lane. No mercenaries, no pirates, no fuckin’ high authorities meaning no risk of being hijacked. And there is no danger involved. Perfect.
Tom Mitchell, captain of the Hunter Grazner, glance over his data pad. He typed down the list of civilians being boarded his ship. He peer over thirty-eight names on the list and marking more names as more civilians enter the Hunter Grazner.
A young couple walks side-by-side, holding hands. The laughter of young love. He labeled them as the married settlers venturing a honeymoon vacation long way from home. Then there was a young boy, barely entering in his teens. A runaway, perhaps. But then, the kid paid him a moderate number of credits to keep quiet. If the captain received a news reward concerning this kid, there would be no hesitation involved once he turn the boy in to the authorities. No one wants to look after a kid. As long the boy can look after himself, the captain finds no reason to turn him away. Not since he was already paid for his silence. Then there is an antique dealer, Paris Ogilvie, wearing those of French prosperity. The captain snorts at the sight of this man. If he was attempting to look high class, then why bother taking the ghost lane. He lists him as ‘the high-class wanna-be’ along with the list of his archeological goods from Old Earth. Ah, the good Old Earth... He remembers fondly of the tales of Old Earth but now the planet lies in ruins. The atmosphere can no longer hold rich oxygen for humans. The Company paid him a hefty load of credits to ensure the safety of these civilians.
The aging captain creases his brow, frowning at the data pad. He watches from the corner of his weary eye as the law enforcement officer, holding a gun behind a built man wearing a blindfold, bit and chains. The captive seems rather comfortable despite being in chains. The man in blue uniform is in the prime-of-life, had a badge on display to indicate that he is some kind of cop. Johns, as he was informed, wanted this criminal sociopath, Riddick, in an isolated cryo-chamber during the entire journey. The only words he heard from Johns, never leaving his sight from the said criminal. Dangerous. An escaped convict. Killer. Wouldn’t hesitate to kill again. A migraine begins to ache; he waves hastily, “Fine, fine. As long you pay for the trip, I’ll have Fry show you where the cryo-tube is.” Johns giving him a plastic card, containing three thousand credits worth. Satisfied, he bellowed, “FRY!!”
“What?!” The co-pilot was in the middle of showing the civilians how to strap themselves into the cryo-tubes. She emerged from the doors, irritated.
The captain cocks his head at the two men. “Show them to their cryo-tubes. Give this animal—“ He jabbed his finger at Riddick, “his ‘special’ treatment.” The co-pilot raises her brow. They rarely get a convict on their ship. “Righty-o. This way, gentlemen,” Fry lead them inside the ship.
The captain of Hunter Grazner frowns after them. Johns and the convict were an unexpected development, sure, but that wasn’t what made him frown. He glanced back to the data pad again; staring at the sudden memo that appeared just before the two men came up. It was from the Company again. This time, it reveals a timed clock ticking the seconds away instead of a message.
12 minutes remaining…
The captain was told a full disclosure for this unusual delivery purpose. The Company look after the well-beings of their people, humans scattered across the universe. It was good business and all. But the Company has its dark side and this delivery was a part of it.
10 minutes remaining…
The Company’s corrupted. The whole fuckin’ system is corrupted. People who were “protected” by the Company were living a life to near slavery. Security measures amounts to murdering or torture. The Company hires mercenaries to rid the problems of the human population. Problems that causes a hindrance to the human race. Whether people are making an uprising against the system, or stealing food to stave off hunger, mercs takes care of the problem. Mercenaries, not police, “take care” of these problems. Ever wonder why there were few law enforcement officers? Real police with real morality to tell from rights and wrongs, uncorrupted from the system was a thing of a past. Or a rarity, take your pick.
Tom Mitchell had a sneaking suspicion that Johns was no cop, but, sure enough, that guy had military equipments. More likely he’s a merc. But Johns was not his main concern, not in the least. Mercs were the norm in this day and age.
8 minutes remaining…
The captain has an unwavering loyalty to the Company but after learning its corruption, after learning its secrets, he begins to have doubts. It was too late to look back now. Oh, how he wished he could go back to his old life, to remain blissfully unaware of the whole reason behind his ghost lane business.
The list of names he jotted down earlier were civilians who wanted an “escape” from the Company’s system but, once Tom send the list to the Company, the Company will track these people down by adding a bounty to each one of their heads. Using mercenaries to hunt these people down and spread the fear of other civilians into their fold so they can once more be their “willing” slaves.
He was getting too old for this shit.
5 minutes remaining…
If only the Company haven’t reveal him its dark secret...
As if the universe has enough troubles with xenomorphs, murderers, and corrupted governments running about in the populated worlds. No need for one more. Thank god they haven’t awaken … whatever ‘it’ is. As far as he knows, the person he was transporting was caged to an older model of cryo-tube. Who knows, this person may have been sleeping for years… decades even. Shouldn’t cause any trouble.
Besides, what was so important about this person which made the Company taken personal interest in it? There were rumors that this person started it all. The Company, mercenaries, aliens. Of course, they were just rumors. That’s all. Rumors…
The question is why? Why him? Why did they choose him to transport it? They could have chosen anyone, even those of high class status. Instead, the Company chose him. Something about all this didn’t feel right.
2 minutes remaining…
“Captain! Everything’s all set! C’mon, let’s launch already!!” Fry demanded.
“Not yet! Still waiting for one more person. Why don’t you get in the cryo-tube? I’ll take care of the rest.” Captain Mitchell giving her a hard look, his blue eye winks at her.
Fry gives him a salute, quirking a grin, “Aye-aye, Cap’n.” He listens to the receding footsteps. He glance the data pad once more. Sweats pouring down his temple. There was unsettling feeling knotting in the bottom of his stomach. He felt a dire foreboding in the horizon. Shouldn’t cause any trouble at all but, still…
1 minute remaining…
Still… the Company dumps the problem on him.
Damn them to hell…
He saw something appears from the sky, a large ship. A gust of wind blew past his face as another ship landed nearby. The ship was marked with a “C” logo, marking for the Company. The back door lands, men in uniforms guarded with pulse guns march in dual lines as they exit the ship. They wore bright uniforms, marking those of high-class society. Behind them follows a large, metal, rectangular box gliding in the air. The captain notes with surprise at the advanced technology. It floats three feet above the ground and it was large enough to contain a single adult person. A person emerged from the Company ship; this one has the markings of the highest authorities. He said nothing to the captain but with that sneering gaze of his told him everything. This one views him as common trash. Lowlife. Old. Worthless. Disposable. Expendable.
He hands the aging captain a new data pad, this one containing a single file of his new passenger. The other man had an intimidating atmosphere around him, still giving him a sneering gaze. “Be sure to handle it with care. Company has invested billions of credits looking after this one. It’s our pride and joy.” He gestures the other men back into the ship. As he turns his back, with his retreating footsteps, he call out to the captain, “Don’t fuck it up, old man.”
Suddenly, everything became crystal clear. He grimaces, he was given the Pandora box. A fuckin’ Pandora box. He moves the floating case into the Hunter Grazner, scuffling it past Riddick’s cryo-tube.
The criminal has a black blindfold to hide his eyes. A metal bit wedged in his mouth lends a perpetual grimace. A read-out on his cryo-locker admonishes “LOCK-OUT PROTOCOL IN EFFECT. ABSOLUTELY NO EARLY RELEASE.” The blindfolded criminal inclines his head in captain’s retreating footsteps.
The captain pauses in the dark, empty room. Moving the coffin case in the middle of the room, he steps back to look at the small monitor on the cryo-chamber. Pressing the buttons on the screen, the box suddenly drops to the floor. THACK!
Mindlessly, he steps toward the consoles. He pilots the Hunter Grazner off planet, setting it on automatic pilot in the shipping route. For a second, that one split second, he remembers the sudden addition in his ship, sitting alone in that dark room.
Wait… just wait a few minutes more. He was sure the Company wouldn’t follow but it couldn’t hurt to be careful. He double-check the screen to ensure no one is following. The captain heads back to the dark room where the box lies.
There was a small window on the surface of the metal cryo-tube, fogged up with ice. Musing, he captain rubs it clean from his sleeve, revealing a healthy, young person trapped within. He couldn’t tell its gender for the frozen person was blindfolded, ball gag in its mouth, trapped in a black straitjacket, and chained up. The odd part was the straightjacket. That hasn’t been around for over two hundred years. The more he looks closely, the more he realizes the person inside tilts its head toward him.
“What the hell…?”
The captain looks over the data pad, this time studying it more closely.
CONFIDENTIAL – For Your Eyes Only
Name: [purged]
CODE name: RICO
Birthplace: Old Earth (updated)
Date: Early 21^st century
Last released: Late 21^st century (updated)
Identity/Class: Hybrid (Human subspecies, ???)
Abilities: [purged]
History: [purged]
CAUTION: DO NOT RELEASE!! DANGEROUS!!
Mitchell raises a brow. Many of the data were purged. A hybrid? Interesting, but nothing new in this day and age. But the date was off, leading to more questions than answers.
He trails his eyes over to the red blinking light at the bottom left corner. He presses the red light, revealing another screen page. This time, it’s a voice link. Someone went through trouble to record this and keep it hidden. Curious, he taps the link again.
---[Video recorder----Press play?]----
---[… … …]---
---[Transmission failed. Try again?]---
---[Enter your name and code for the record]---
---Captain Tom Mitchell G8T983EJ8K---
--- [Access Granted.]---
---[Static]---
“If something happens to me, then there’s a good chance I’m dead. Whoever you are, you are the new caretaker. You are very unfortunate, caretaker. Boy, you have no idea how unfortunate you are. Reminds me of my own unfortunate position. But then, if you are now in charge of this possession then I’m the lucky person alive. Uh… dead. Fuck. Always having to watch this FUCKIN’ BOX!! THIS STUPID FUCKIN’ COFFIN!! DAY IN AND DAY OUT!! I check on it several times a day but I swear… I swear I heard something movin’ inside. But that’s impossible, right? The deadweight hasn’t been awake … or alive since what? 500 years? That’s downright fucked up. News flash, there is no drop off. The Company fucked you over. They pay you watch over it so THEY don’t have to do themselves! You waste a whole lifetime looking after it.”
(updated)
“There’s a reason I’m dead. I was so fuckin’ damned curious about the mummy. Fuck, I had to tell someone. The guy in the coffin isn’t no ordinary convict. I don’t know about you, whether you believe me or not, but if you know anything of the Old Earth history then you can recall the Cleansing War. THIS deadweight was from the Cleansing War, the LAST survivor!! That’s right. THAT’s why I’m dead now. I KNOW the truth!! These fuckin’ bastards thought they could get away with it. Whatever you do – DO NOT open the coffin!! DO NOT go near the bastard! DESTROY IT by any means possible!! I tried. God knows I tried. It cannot be killed.”
(updated)
“I can hear them coming… they’re coming for me. The Company finally put a hit on my head. I heard a rumor – a terrible rumor in the Company. They wanted to let ‘it’ out. They wanted a ‘controlled experiment.’ They found a sucker, the poor fucker. The fucker with a transport ship. Shit, how many are going to die? The case… the case. I hear them at my door. Fuck that, they’re trying to break in. That’s cute, that’s real cute. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! The case is TIMED! The case is programmed to open, it will OPEN!! WHATEVER YOU DO – DO NOT OPEN IT!!!”
----[Data purged]----
His eyes grew wide with horror, “My god…!” He let the pad slip from his fingers, hearing a thudding sound resonating in his ears. The Cleansing War… he knew it far too well. It was a dangerous period. Casualties were numbered in millions. And the rumors were inconceivable but… now he is a caretaker of the impossible. He trails his fingers over the control panels of the thick cryo-tube. He finally notices the clock, ticking down. Bit of sand escapes the hourglass, running away from time. He couldn’t go back to the planet, not with the Company watching from the planet borders. Damn them!
They had to be monitoring it somehow… from the distance. But that didn’t matter now, he couldn’t allow it to live. He couldn’t risk another Cleansing War. There was no way he would let it live. Not for his sake and certainly not for the Company’s sake. The captain grimaces. The Company can go to hell.
The next populated planet is months away. Their time will be up by then. Mitchell couldn’t take that chance. Not by exposing it to the populated world. He knew exactly what it is, he need to kill it. The tales of the Cleansing War was formidable…
Before he knew it, the captain was back to his seat, piloting the ship. Fingers touching the control panel. He brings the coordinate of the ghost lane onto his visual screen. The universe is better off without… whatever the damn thing is. A warning screen came up, alerting the captain of a rogue comet coming in path less than a month away. The ship went briefly on autopilot and created an alternate route around the comet, providing safe route where the Hunter Grazner is safely out of harm’s way. The captain’s eyes stare at the path for a good long while. With precision, his fingers hover over the buttons, hesitating. Then he remembers how the Company fucks him over.
Shaking out of his trance, his feature grew with determination, “Fuck it.” He enters a new coordinate, toward a rogue comet. He shuts down the ship’s shield, leaving Hunter Grazner vulnerable and in the mercy of the deadly space.
The captain settles in his seat, rubbing his hands on the armchair. An eerie calmness clouds over his features. He put the ship in auto-pilot then he recline his seat, getting up. He heads over his personal cryo-tube. The Company was too deeply corrupted, already laying down its own seeds of destruction. And that thing in the other room… That was a product of their destruction. The product from the old days. Alive. Still alive. Tom Mitchell couldn’t believe it but he saw it with his own eyes. The monitor of that box was proof enough. That soft beeping, pulses in timing of its heartbeat. He couldn’t allow it to live. Even if it takes the lives on this ship. To justify his actions, he let the first thing that came to mind. The need of many outweighs the need of a few.
He signed his death sentence. Tom Mitchell had a month to live. He settles into his cryo-locker, turning on the cryo-sleep. Like a captain and all captains before him, he prefers to go down with his ship.
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