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A Thousand Shades Of Black	By : Barrie Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 12121 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 22 - Furyan Standoff

            “Unidentified vessel this is the Company Ship Double Jeopardy, you will stand down and prepare to be boarded!”
            Riddick felt Toombs’ people freeze and watched as hope lighted their eyes. Alia… She had to get out of here now. He could feel her resistance to the idea, could feel her fighting to find another way. It did neither of them any good if she was captured too, though. Damn, he hoped Vaako was there to talk some sense into her, because that bastard coming in was way too big for even the Necro ship to handle.
            He noticed the light was still flashing on Toombs board.
            “Get out of here! Now!” He bellowed and the Necro ship pirouetted neatly and began to accelerate away from him.
            Alia’s anguish followed him into darkness as the Mercs tranked him again.

            Kyra and Vaako exchanged glances as Alia stormed off of the bridge. His hands moving across the board distracted her for a moment as she tried to figure out what route he was punching in.
            “The nearest slam is two days travel from here,” he informed her. “I am going to keep out of range of their sensors and hope we can figure out a way to intercept them before they reach it. If Riddick can get away from them, we can pick him up as he flees, or maybe we can figure a way inside.”
            “Figure a way inside? Wow, your conditioning damaged something vital, didn’t it?” Kyra groused and Vaako exploded upwards out of his chair, fury turning his features dark and intimidating.
            “Do you have any better ideas?” he shouted, body rigid with anger and once more, to her dismay, she found herself intensely attracted. What the hell? Why did she only seem to like him when he was shouting at her? “Do you have some brilliant plan up your sleeve?” His voice was filled with derision and pain and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him just then.
            “No!” Her return shout was a denial of everything, the weird mixed feelings she had about him, the plan to save Riddick, all of it, and it came out louder than she had intended.
            “Enough!” Sturm’s voice cut across whatever Vaako was going to say next and they both flushed and turned to face the cold-faced Furyan woman. Kyra wasn’t sure when she had come back onto the bridge, but she felt ashamed of her outburst. If anyone had a right to be screaming it was Alia, and there she was standing there, composed and remote.
            “I know which direction they are going. We follow from a distance and then we figure out our next move once we know what we are up against.” Her calm rational voice soothed Kyra. She knew something of the bond between Sturm and Riddick and that the Furyan woman would not rest until he was safe home again. Kyra took a deep breath and let it out again.
            “Okay, sorry Vaako,” she turned and met his smoldering eyes and waited while he visibly calmed himself. Some days she could see the Necro Commander in him quite clearly and right now she watched him put that part of himself away and shut the door. He was just Vaako again and she took another breath.
            “No problem,” he answered and turned back to the piloting boards. She watched him for a moment and then left the bridge to Vaako and Sturm. She had a lot to think about.

            Riddick peeled his eyes open and his first thought was of Alia, where she was and if she was safe. Caroline’s face flashed before his eyes and he closed them again for a moment as pain washed over him.
            He’d proven how piss poor he was at protecting the people who cared about him. An irritable thought pushed into his brain and he realized that Alia was feeling his burst of insecurity.
            “…perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you!” he heard in his mind and found himself smiling a little.
            “What you grinnin about? You are goin into da Slam, boy!” snarled the Company grunt in his baggy fatigues. He’d been transferred to the Double Jeopardy, Riddick surmised. Hope Toombs got shafted on the money, was his next bitter thought.
            “Been there, done that,” Riddick replied, with a slow, self-confident smile. He was completely uninterested in going back to the slam, but he was damned well not going to show that to this brain-dead moron, in his cheap uniform, with his Company issue side arm strapped to his leg.
            “Yeah, see how long you last in dere dis time!” Why he thought he was such a comedian eluded Riddick. Hell, the guy was barely six feet, skinny as a rail and looked like a good stiff wind would knock him over. Riddick could eat this guy for breakfast, had he not been bound hand and foot and tied to a gurney.
            Apparently his reputation preceded him, because they were taking no chances with his bonds. Even so, Riddick could see at least three ways to escape his current situation and at least twelve to kill the guy, who standing way too close to him. He chose to wait though and see what they had in mind for him, it would after all, be rude to leave the party so soon.
            Alia’s mental snort barely covered her worry and concern. He was worried too, if he let himself think about it, though more for the others than for himself right then. Damn, this whole caring about people thing opened you up to a world of nerves, he sighed to himself, and let himself feel the aggravation and annoyance of his situation for a moment longer. Then, with a sigh, he stuffed it all away behind his eyes and let the predator in him take control.
            He analyzed his captors by threat level and decided that the stern faced woman in the captain’s uniform was the least likely to let her guard down. You didn’t get to be a captain on a Company ship if you were careless and cocky. She had suspicious black eyes above deeply lined mahogany skin and her mouth was set in a straight hard line that dared anyone to sass her.
            The others were all Company lackeys, unimaginative, venal, and greedy, more easily gotten around, but the Captain was a sharp one and he would have to watch her carefully.

            Vaako glared at the boards as though he could force them to make things right through sheer determination.
            “At some point you will have to make a decision about Kyra, you know.” Sturm’s voice was gentle, but her gaze was abstracted. He blushed a little realizing that she had somehow seen what was going on in his head.
            “I know what I want,” he told her.
            “Then why don’t you go after her, instead of standing around like an idiot?” Sturm sighed and her gaze sharpened on his.
            “She’s not interested.”
            “She’s as nearly Furyan as any pure-strain human I have ever met, she doesn’t think much like a “normal” girl,” Sturm informed him. He blinked in surprise at her. “Stop thinking like a lovesick boy and start thinking like a Necromonger Commander,” she finished and then gestured him off of the bridge while she took the boards. He knew Riddick had been tutoring her, so he let her sit there while he tried to reconcile his past and his present.

            Kyra was punching the drone again. Taking out her conflicted feelings on the inanimate object with blithe disregard for the damage she was doing to her hands. He sighed watching her. She was so heedless of her own safety and well-being. It was like she had this huge chip on her shoulder where she had to prove that she was not human, not vulnerable, yet she was also so terribly fragile, it drove him mad.
            Think like a Necromonger Commander, he sighed to himself and pulled pieces of himself out of cold storage. He didn’t completely like who he had been before, but he could feel a stiffening of his spine, a feral anger creeping over him and he knew what he needed to do.
            He stalked up to Kyra and before she had time to do more than squeak he pulled her around to face him and into his arms. Her startled face and the widening of her eyes almost made him pause, but something in him long denied forced its way out. Take what you want, the Necromonger creed, burned in him and he kissed her hard and fierce. There was a moment when he was pretty sure he was going to get decked and then suddenly she was kissing him back.
            Kyra wrestled him to the ground and began ripping his clothes off. He had no complaints since her clothes were coming off just as fast. There was something freeing in just letting himself go, all the control and reserve, all the careful burying and concealment of his baser impulses was coming undone under the relentless assault of her hands and mouth.
            He gave himself over to instinct and it felt so very good.

            Sturm sat on the bridge and switched off the view screen. “Finally!” she thought with some irritation, some people took way too long to make up their damn minds.
            “Sort of like someone else I know…” Riddick’s thought was clear in her mind and she grinned at the empty bridge. She let his skills guide her hands as she navigated the ship to follow him. She was still worried about him, but she also had faith in the two of them together. With all that they had done so far, breaking him out of the Slam would be child’s play.
            Well, she hoped it would be anyway.

            Kyra was the most turned on she had ever been in her life. Vaako’s eyes had gone dark and there was hardness in them she hadn’t seen before, but for all that, his hands on her were sure and gentle, he wasn’t hurting her and she knew that he could just then. There was something intoxicating in knowing that even in the state of desperate need he was in, he still made sure not to harm her. Her clothes were scattered on the floor and so were his, the soft mats of the training room made a comfortable surface beneath her and his body, pale, scarred, and strong above her was all that she could focus on just then. His mouth was driving her mad and his hands were moving across her body with maddening precision.
            It occurred to her that he’d been married. She remembered Lady Vaako from her brief time as a Necromonger, the cold eyes watching her had been etched into her memory. He had experience as a lover, whereas she had experience being raped or in submitting to a man to get something from him. His skillful kisses and caresses were a revelation to a girl who had never known tenderness.
            For all that she had wanted him, she hadn’t expected to feel this good. His mouth was moving down her belly and she was startled by the attention he was giving to her needs. Hard, fast, and over quickly, had been all that she ever known and this was something quite incredibly different. It was almost frightening to her, she could feel how much he cared about her, she was being treated like someone of importance, of value and it contrasted so strongly with her past experiences that she was in danger of panicking and running away.
            His mouth moved between her legs and all her fears died. With fingers and tongue he set about erasing her past and replacing it with something honest, kind, and true. For all that he had done in his past, he was not brutal, his gentleness was there, underneath the passion and the need. The sudden understanding that, in all the ways that mattered, she was as inexperienced as any virgin, stunned her.
            She threw back her head and cried out in surprise and pleasure as he pushed her over the edge.

            Vaako could almost feel Kyra’s confusion and discomfort. He knew enough about her life to guess what was going on in her head, but at that moment he couldn’t care less. He had waited nearly two years to take what he wanted so desperately and he wasn’t about to let her escape from him now. She convulsed beneath him and he moved up her body, dragging kisses across her belly and breasts. He kissed her lips, thrust into her and felt her arching against him. After that, he stopped thinking and just followed the instincts that he had long buried and denied. He belonged with her and she belonged with him, that was all that mattered. The universe fractured around him, as she cried out her release with him, and they collapsed, still wrapped around each other, to lie panting and exhausted onto the mats.
            “Take what you want,” he murmured with a savage smile and she blinked up at him a moment before she slowly smiled.
            “As you say, Lord Vaako,” she retorted and he grinned, triumphant, before kissing her again soundly. Sturm had been right, he conceded, Kyra was really almost more Furyan than human, and he was closer to the Furyan mindset himself. It was time to stop trying to be something that he was not.
            The Necromonger Commander therefore made the decision to make his lady his own again.

            “I’m so happy for them,” Riddick replied mentally to Alia’s report, sarcasm dripping from every syllable. He was strapped to a table, chained up, gagged, and half conscious from the drugs they had pumped into his system. As glad he was that Vaako had finally stopped acting like one of those idiots from the holo-dramas, he had a few other things on his mind. Like, how the fuck was he supposed to escape?
            There was a commotion from the bridge of the ship and shouting ensued. It sounded like an argument was going on and he listened hard, trying to catch some clue as to its cause.
            He was worried that somehow the Corp ship had picked up some tell tale emission from the Necro ship. Had they found Alia and the others?
            “Stop worrying about us,” came her tart reply in his mind. “We can take care of ourselves.” The very asperity of the comment soothed him. She was right of course; Alia, Kyra, and Vaako, were perfectly capable of kicking the asses of anything short of an army.
            “The Company is sending a ship to escort us?” he overheard one of the crewmembers ask another one as they ran past the open hatchway.
            “Seems our prisoner is even more important than we thought!” came the reply and Riddick groaned inwardly. Alia, he noted, was being very creative as she contemplated killing every member of the Company she could get her hands on. If nothing else, watching her mind work was nicely distracting for him.
            “Riddick, there is another ship coming up on you, fast!” Alia reported, her mental voice sounding rather surprised and strangely… happy?
            “Company ship Double Jeopardy, This is the Avenger, out of Helion Prime, you have one of our citizens aboard and we would like him back now.”
            Riddick’s jaw dropped open and he wanted to laugh aloud, but he could only chortle through the gag.
            “Avenger, this is Double Jeopardy, we are a Company ship on Company business,” the Captain answered, her shock and disbelief apparent in her voice.
            “We don’t give a flying fuck about the Company! Where the hell were they when the Necromongers were turning our planet into Swiss cheese? Riddick saved our whole damn planet and like hell are we going to let him get carted off by you lot!” the man on the other end didn’t sound particularly happy with either the Captain or her employers.
            “Look, this man is a criminal! He’s been tried and sentenced by a court of law! He is being taken to the slam to serve out his sentence!” she argued back.
            “Company defined crimes, a Company court, and a Company-run Slam! Somehow I am not convinced that Mr. Riddick had a fair trail, nor, reading the list of his so-called crimes do I find anything in them that changes my opinion!” came the retort and Riddick wondered if the Company’s Captain was noting the possibility that she could end up with a whole planet full of people who were pissed off at her employers if she played this wrong.
            The argument continued, with The Captain trying to be conciliatory and the Helion Prime delegation getting more and more angry.
            “He’s a murderer!” the Captain wailed.
            “His first crime, the one you guys sent him to the Slam for was that he killed three people who were trying to kill him. On civilized worlds we call that “Self-defense!” After that, the only people he killed were Mercs, bounty hunters, and other people who were trying to put him back in the Slam. I still fail to see how this is bad.” came the response and the guy was starting to sound downright pissed off now. “Do we get him back, or do we start putting holes in your engines until you’re dead in space, board your ship, and TAKE him back!”
            There was a long pause.
            “Captain, they are targeting us with weapons,” the XO murmured.
            “Very well, Avenger, but you will answer to the Company for this outrage!” the Captain conceded.
            “The Company can suck our dicks, Captain.”
            “I’d pay to see that,” Alia quipped and Riddick grinned, as the Captain prepared to transfer him to the Avenger.
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