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Sight Unseen

A Chronicles of Riddick Alternate Universe

Chapter Five

By the time we managed to find our way out of the enormous Necromonger ship, dusk had fallen, bathing New Mecca in scarlet light. We took to the streets, hoping to lose our pursuers in the warren of paths. But within ten minutes, a loud whumping dashed those hopes.

We couldn’t possibly outrun a ship.

Emerging from a narrow roadway into a very large plaza, I broke into an all-out sprint. Rick stayed close, almost on my heels, as I looked at the buildings ahead. We needed somewhere to fort up.

BOOM.

BOOM.

BOOM.

Metal groaned, and I looked back over my shoulder. The prow of the lozenge-shaped Necromonger vessel plowed into the cobblestones, and the shockwave made me put out a hand to keep from falling. Momentum let me just brush the ground with my fingertips, only to backpedal as the ship flew overhead, upside-down and backwards. A block of shops halted it, bursting into flame.

Six people stepped out of the shadows, warily surrounding us. One carried the distinct shape of a multi-shot, portable SAM launcher. And another, cloaked, moved closer.

“Lemme guess, a six-man crew this time,” my lover drawled.

“Coupla things ya coulda done better.” The man pushed his hood back, revealing an unfortunately familiar face. “First, trash th’ locator beacon on my ship—th’ one ya jacked? Second, and this is really th’ more important part, dust my dick when ya get th’ chance. Any questions?” I just scowled at Toombs, but Rick chuckled.

“Yeah. What took ya so long?”

He’s got a plan, I thought. But what does Toombs catching us have to do with it? At least the one woman in the crew of six behaved professionally as the slapped cuffs on us.

~*~

Idiotically, the mercs didn’t even pat us down before securing Rick in the lockdown couch and cuffing my hands to the arms of the jumpseat nearest to him. They simply settled for taking his harness with the swingblades and my backplate with Dextra and Sinistra. One lean, almost gaunt man watched the custom-made armor and long daggers with hungry eyes.

“In an’ out, unsuspected an’ undetected!” The fattest bounty hunter chortled as the undercutter left the ground. “Damn, I love a good smash-an’-grab.” Only then did he start to take a seat.

“Not so fast, not so fast, ya dickheads.” The broad leaned over the pilot’s shoulder, looking at the ship’s instruments. “We’re pickin’ up fields here.”

“Unknown fields detected on hull.” The feminine voice of the undercutter confirmed the statement. If they’d asked me, I might have let them know that the Necromongers wouldn’t want people escaping to warn other planets about them.

“I knew it. Here it comes.” The pilot sounded worried.

“This is some kinda scan,” the woman added. “I dunno, readin’ our BTUs, maybe?”

Or however that thing was spotting the living. That reinforced my observation from the previous night.

“Let’s drop one.” Toombs lit up a cigar, clearly ready to celebrate.

“Dropping.” The pilot hit a switch, causing a brief hiss. “Decoy launched.” After another minute of watching the controls, the broad’s shoulders relaxed and she took a seat by the forward bulkhead.

“So, where do we drop your merc-killin’ asses?” the curly-haired man asked. “Who’s gonna pay th’ most for ya now? Butcher Bay?”

“Butcher Bay.” My mate seemed to savor the words. “Ten minutes every other day on th’ dog run. Protein waffles aren’t bad.”

“They got downgraded after you escaped, remember, babe?” I smirked. “No more cryo triple-max.”

“Hey, how ‘bout Ursa Luna?” My sister’s abductor gave me the evil eye as he spoke. “Nice little double-max prison.”

“They keep a cell open for me, just in case I drop in.”

“Mighty accomodatin’ folks there.” I hadn’t riled a merc in a long time, and Toombs reacted in exactly the right ways.

“You know th’ problem with these joints now?” He turned to address his crew. “Health clubs for waffle-eatin’ pussies.” The end of his cigar glowed briefly. “Maybe we should think about uppin’ our game here a little bit. Think about someplace truly diabolical.”

“What th’ hell is he thinkin’ now?” The woman’s grumble gave me an excuse to laugh scornfully before I answered her question.

“He’s thinkin’ a triple-max prison, a no-daylight slam.” I traded grins with Rick. “Not that a lack of sunshine bothers us.”

“Only three left in th’ system.” He picked up my train of thought smoothly. “Two of ‘em outta range of a shitty little undercutter like this one, with no legs. Leavin’ just one…” The broad’s eyes started showing more of the whites when the next word came in soprano-bass stereo.

“Crematoria.”

“That is what you had in mind, right, Toombs?” I kept my voice light, feeling like the proverbial cat who ate the canary.

“Hey, how do they know where we’re goin’ an’ we don’t?”

“Elementary, my dear Watson.” I affected a sagacious British accent. “Process of elimination. Really, it’s the only place that could hold us for more than a few hours.”

“Dope it out.” The curly-haired asshole glared balefully at me as he gave the order, to no effect.

“I hate this run.” I couldn’t blame the pilot. The landing had to be timed just right, and I wasn’t really sure the C-19 could handle the strain.

“Just do it!” Toombs’ temper seemed to be fraying around the edges.

“Don’t know ‘bout this new crew of yours.” My lover’s voice barely concealed a laugh. “They seem a bit skittish.” Mercs hated nothing more than advice from a payday.

“Prob’ly shouldn’t tell ‘em what happened t’ th’ last crew.” Especially when said payday had it right.

“Y’know, you’re supposed t’ me some slick-shit killers.” The man got right up in Rick’s face as he took a drag on his cigar. “Now look atcha. All back-o’-da-bus an’ shit.” He blew the smoke into my mate’s face, but didn’t even get a flinch.

The obnoxious merc turned away, his minions strapping themselves into the seats. Cryo cuffs bit down, their weak drugs barely making me drowsy, and the ion engine kicked in.

I sighed. It had been a long day, and a little nap sounded like a good idea to me.

Helion Prime, Basilica, War Room

“I say we take Helion Two next.” He had come to report his findings from tracking the Furyan, his female, and the breeders who’d stolen the pair from under the fleet’s noses. It sounded like Toal wanted another battle. “Take it straight into their teeth. It’ll cost you twenty thousand heads, five warrior ships, nothing more. I swear it.” The cocky fool.

“While I do prize brute force, this approach is, perhaps, more artful.” As Vaako moved closer to the Lord Marshal on silent feet, the man waved at the modeling table. “Start at the end. Go straight to Helion Five, the last planet in the system. We approach from the night side. Remove these cannon first, then attack the larger placements at speed.”

So close…

“We’ll catch them on their rear flank, and in ten days’ time, the rest of those worlds will tumble before us. You see, as with most, their blind spot…” A ghostly image of the Lord Marshal’s face turned to look at him, closely followed by its flesh-and-blood counterpart. “… is right behind them.”

The senior commander schooled his expression into stillness. “I’ve located an ion trail which leads off-world.” He didn’t tack on a ‘My Lord’ or even ‘Sir’ at the end; he’d toady to no one, not even one of the holy Half-Dead.

“Then you should be off-world, Vaako.” An interesting response. He decided that an appeasement was in order.

“I’ve deployed a tracker team, one of the best.”

“Wherever Riddick and his female have gone, you lens them out and cleanse them. You.”

“You want me to take a frigate for two breeders?” He allowed his incredulity to color his voice. Lord Marshal or not, such irrational decisions did not bode well.

“Don’t question it, Vaako!” The shout sent ripples through the modeling table. Then Zhylaw’s voice went deadly quiet. “Take it on faith.”

With a brisk nod, the commander turned and left the room.

(Niklas)

So Vaako is to go after them personally. He was sure he hadn’t been seen in his little spying niche, nor was he spotted leaving it for his private quarters. As an Omega Furyan, stealth came naturally to him.

And now, for the first time in thirty years, he had real hope. Oh, without the young Veruna woman, he knew he’d have thought that Furya would be avenged… at most. With all he’d had to do in order to survive this long, he might have lost the will to live on without an Alpha female to help ensure the future of the race. And with a Riddick as her mate…

Now he needed to manipulate Zhylaw into sending him with Vaako.

(Vaako)

“He’s always been unsettled around you.” Dame Vaako carefully darkened her eyeliner as she spoke. “The Lord Marshal. Unsteady.” Only half listening to her, Kyrus stared into the viewing orb set on one wall of their quarters. “Perhaps because he knows he’s half the warrior you are. Some say he’s too artistic for the job. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone promoted him soon… to full dead.”

“Take care what you say.” He turned to glare at Zinna. Her big mouth could get them both killed.

“Should I say it softly?” Sarcasm dripped from her stage whisper.

“So it sounds more like conspiracy?” he retorted. She all but threw her mirror onto the vanity before standing.

“Oh, why is it that when anyone breathes about the demise of him on the throne, everyone assumes a conspiracy? Why isn’t that just… prudent planning?” One elegant, dusky hand flipped dismissively.

“When he is ready, he will name a successor.” As all the previous Lords Marshal had. Why did she have to bring this up now? He needed to be organizing a frigate, getting together some of his troops to go after Riddick and the other breeder.

“Who? Toal? Scales? The Purifier?” She laughed mockingly, then touched his chest. “None of them with the strength, the dignity, of Lord Vaako.” A smirk appeared on her face. “You can keep what you kill.”

“Stop.”

“That is the Necromonger way.”

“I said, stop.” Kyrus seized her wrists and pushed her back. “His death will come in due time, and not a moment sooner.”

“Why?” He hated it when she whined.

“Because I serve him, we all serve him. It’s called fidelity.” Though, judging by her initial attempt to snare Riddick with lust, he had to wonder if she knew what the word meant.

“It’s called stupidity,” Zinna snarled.

“Hmph,” he chuckled scornfully. The moment she dropped her guard, he backhanded her across the face so hard that she hit the far wall.

“Well, finally, some attention.” She wiped her mouth, then leapt on him, flailing and scratching like a wild animal until he pinned her torso to the table. Anger quickly became ardor as their mouths crashed together.

“You have such greatness in you.” She twisted around, licking his conversion marks. “If only you could see it like I do.” Then his wife paused. “You know what I want?”

“Today, I came up behind him in perfect silence, and he knew.” He couldn’t shake the memory of that ghostly face staring at him.

“I want to go down in Necropolis, right now.” It seemed her insatiable sex drive, now roused, kept her from thinking of anything else.

“His half-dead soul sensed I was behind him. He sees everything.”

“When no one is looking, when no one’s around, I’m going to get down on my knees… while you sit on the throne.” That got his attention.

Oooo. Kinky… and so tempting. He followed Zinna through the corridors to a balcony overlooking the dais. But the Lord Marshal already sat there as several soldiers escorted a woman in white to stand before him. As she moved, her form seemed to blur at the edges.

“How unexpected…” The voice from the throne carried well.

“An Elemental? Here?” His wife carefully peered over the railing and around a column.

“One of the captives.” He remembered someone—Scalp Taker, he thought—bragging about the Air Elemental who’d all but turned herself in.

“And why, after thirty years, should it be you?” Zhylaw’s question echoed up to them.

“He doesn’t regard her as a captive, though.” In fact, it looked like they already knew each other. Odd.

“Elementals,” Zinna scoffed. “They talk of neutrality, but they’re all witches and spies. Why else would they come and go like the wind?”

“But where have they gone? Where is the Furyan hiding now?” The main hall’s peculiar acoustics projected the Lord Marshal’s voice for all to hear, yet they kept the Elemental’s answers relatively private. His wife turned, placing a hand on his chest.

“You be the good warrior.” Her condescending, patronizing tone set his teeth on edge. “Go after this Riddick and his female. I’ll find out why the Lord Marshal feels so threatened by them.”

Finally, she’d seen sense. Now to gather his best men and get them on a ship.
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