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Sight Unseen

A Chronicles of Riddick Alternate Universe

Chapter Six

A spot of red-pink appeared on the bulkhead across from me, swiftly growing until graves surrounded me. The woman approached, and I snarled.

“Now what? Who the fuck are you, anyway?” Then I blinked. I hadn’t been able to speak in my previous dreams.

“I am Shirah, guide to all Furyans who bear my mark. A… guardian of the race, if you will.” Her voice remained calm and level. “Your mate would have no silver in his eyes, had I not intervened.”

“You fucked up his vision.” Did she have any idea how much pain the shine had caused him?

“He needed to be able to see. Needed it badly. You received it with your mother’s milk, but he was denied that. I had to force the process, and even I am not perfect. Not even after all these millennia.” Then she turned to stare over the hills. “You will find help where you least expect it.”

The haunting landscape disappeared abruptly, accompanied by the ‘click’ of someone undoing their crash webbing. The female merc stood, then walked quietly toward Rick. I forced myself to stay still while she leaned over him, breathing in deeply. Making a bold move, she lifted his shades.

Mercury eyes snapped open, startling the broad into leaning back. His knees trapped hers. Then he smirked.

“Do you know you grind your teeth at night? Sexy.” His sarcastic voice belied the statement. I extended a leg, just able to set my calf across his thigh. Frightened brown eyes turned to me.

“Mine. No touchies.” She squeaked—tough girl merc, squeaking— and leaned away again. This time, my lover let her go, and she stumbled back to her jump seat.

“Want you.” The two words reached me as an almost subvocal rumble. I smiled wryly before whispering back.

“Little tied up at the moment.”

“Later, then.”

“Oh, yeah.” The itch was getting… more than a little distracting. Letting my leg fall, I made sure I was in something close to my original position so Toombs and his boys would think everything had been kosher for the whole trip. Then I deliberately relaxed into a light doze.

~*~

“Destination reached. Unlocking manual controls.” I opened my eyes to see the mercs moving around, each donning a pair of ridiculous-looking sunglasses. Next to me, Rick shifted, using a structural beam to push his own shades back down over his eyes. The bounty hunters returned to their seats, making sure the restraints fit right. Except for the woman; she unfolded a seat at the pilot’s left elbow, glancing at some of the instruments as she adjusted straps.

“All right, I make seven hundred degrees on th’ day side, three hundred below on th’ night side.” I whistled, thinking about how nasty the thousand-degree temperature differential had to be. “Buffer zone’s only thirty-two klicks wide.”

“Let’s not get caught in the sun,” the pilot advised. Toombs chuckled, waving his half-smoked cigar.

“If I owned this place an’ hell, I’d rent this place out an’ live in hell.”

You think you’re so funny, jackass. I kept a scowl off my face by reflex. We’ll see who’s laughin’ on th’ way outta here.

“Blue angle, good.”

“Stand by,” the man up front warned before kissing some sort of amulet. “And…”

“Plotted course, good.”

“Hit it!” The control yoke slammed forward, dropping the C-19’s nose into a steep dive.

“Angle of approach, not good.” Damned computer talked too much. Then again, most mercs needed printed instructions to use the head.

“Look, Ma! No hands!” The fat guy held out his hands and laughed with the others. But I could smell the fear-sweat, even over the ship’s other odors, and knew their behavior was a front.

The metal of the deck shivered under my feet as we leveled out over a rough runway, canted just a little bit too much to the left. Light too bright even for my heavily-polarized sunglasses streamed in from the cockpit, the air becoming uncomfortably warm. Their timing for the landing was off, almost too late.

“Party poppers!” The pilot’s shout caused the broad to kick a big red button directly opposite her, and something suddenly pulled hard from behind the ship. Its momentum dropped so fast that my mate was thrown forward against his restraints. At least the port side came up so it was no longer scraping against anything.

The darkness arrived as abruptly as the undercutter’s brakes had. We’d stopped completely inside some sort of cavern that had been converted into a hangar, probably when the prison was originally set up. The hull groaned and pinged as the metal cooled.

“I think I shit myself.” Someone had certainly lost control of their bowels. I glanced at Rick.

“Skittish, Toombs, very skittish,” we chorused. It drew a furious glare from the man, but no verbal response. Then his crew piled out, the light in the bay changing from a fiery yellow-orange to the dim blue of artificial bulbs. The lean merc and the fat one returned with armfuls of heavy chains.

With weighty manacles on my wrists and ankles, I had to watch as the bounty hunters argued over the items they’d confiscated from us.

“Don’t be stupid, Nerum.” The woman snatched my backplate out of the skinny man’s hands.

“I had first dibs, Eve!”

“It’s made t’ fit a female body. Wouldn’t work right for you.” Not that it would work much better for her, as it had been made specifically for me and my longer-than-average torso, rather than her shorter measurements.

“Then… then I get her shades!”

“Damn, Meeko, these things’re bigger than they look.” I figured that the guy with the rat’s nest for hair was the youngest of the group. He had that sort of wet-behind-the-ears look.

“Then let someone with large enough hands have ‘em, Crash,” the pilot replied.

“Nuh-uh! These’re gonna be my trophies from catchin’ Riddick!” ‘Crash’ wriggled into the swingblades’ harness as ‘Eve’ buckled my armor over her vest. The muscles in my lover’s jaw tightened, and I tried not to grit my own teeth.

Our stuff wouldn’t stay in their filthy hands for long.

Finally, Toombs bullied them into looping more chains around us, then led the way down a set of stairs. Doors at the bottom slid open revealing an old mining sled. Its tracks ran down a tunnel, the far end out of sight.

The mercs forced us to lay down on the flat rear section of the vehicle, anchoring our hands and feet to bars. The ‘boss’ got one of the four seats up front, of course, and the others were quickly claimed by Crash, Eve, and Meeko. The remaining pair grudgingly sat in the back… on top of us.

“Comfy?” Nerum leered down at me with a gap-toothed grin. His overweight buddy licked his fingers and wiped imaginary dust from Rick’s custom sunglasses.

“When th’ ride’s over, your shades are mine.” Then he looked over at my ‘passenger.’ “Since Nerum’s already called hers.” We looked at each other, wordlessly agreeing that these two had to go.

The toe of his left boot began tapping my right in time with the lights passing overhead. The sled settled into a consistent velocity, and our chance came just seconds later. I felt the muscles in my mate’s arm tense, and we arched our backs simultaneously.

The two surprised mercs flew up, one of the light fixtures neatly clipping them in the head and eliminating their forward momentum. As they dropped to the tunnel floor, Toombs turned to see what the hell had happened. His brows furrowed as he stared at us for a moment.

I frowned and shrugged, as if to say, ‘Who, me?’ The jackass snorted and faced forward again.

“Four-way split!” The merc cackled, though the rest of his team reacted in a more subdued manner. None of them said anything else for the rest of the trip.

“Twenty-nine point four kilometers.” Rick’s whisper made me smile as the sled bounced against the end-of-the-line bumper. Not a bad distance for an early-morning run.

One potential escape route there. He’s probably got another one worked out already.

The remaining bounty hunters forced us to stand, and I scanned the faces of the prison’s guards and warden.

“So. This is Riddick and his other woman.” The wiry, dusky-skinned man spat off to one side. “A matched set now, yes?” That said, he turned and walked into the prison itself. The entire group followed.

(Toombs)

He watched as th’ pair’s handcuffs were looped through a large metal hook on th’ end of a heavy cable. They’d been behavin’ suspiciously well since Nerum and Digger disappeared from th’ sled. Had Crematoria been a bad choice, with their youngest member already here?

Then again, they’d been right about th’ Flattery C-19’s range. Well, he’d just have to take his chances… and try t’ get off-planet before they made th’ inevitable escape attempt.

Th’ moment their extended hands disappeared through th’ round floor hatch, Gabriel turned t’ talk price with Douruba.

(Lyra)

We couldn’t have been much more than five meters below the control room when the first prisoner saw us. Grinning, he banged a metal cup against a nearby railing, starting up a rhythmic, hollow clanging. Soon, others picked up the beat, the sound spreading through the vast pit.

Sulfur stung my sensitive nose, and I started scanning every walkway I could see. Where was Kyra?

(Toombs)

Toombs slammed th’ winch control into its ‘stopped’ position.

“What in th’ bowels of Christ are you talkin’ ‘bout, seven hundred an’ fifty K?”

“Don’ take these two, boss.” Th’ heavyset man sitting on th’ weight bench gave th’ warden a pleadin’ look.

“See, Anatoli here has a nose for trouble.” Douruba patted th’ guard’s shoulder. “And these two, Riddick and his other woman, on top of the one already here…”

“Big, big trouble.”

“So seven-fifty is good money.” Th’ wiry man turned th’ winch back on.

“The guild pays us a caretaker’s fee for each prisoner, each year.” Sittin’ on th’ corner of a desk, a bald man shelled pistachios as he spoke. “We pay mercs twenty percent of that fee, based on a certain life expectancy.”

“How’s about this.” Out of th’ corner of his eye, Gabriel watched Crash edge toward th’ controls. “You open that safe you got hidden behind th’ console there, show me th’ real books, then we figure out my cut. Then I’ll be on my way.”

“Open my books.” Th’ warden kicked th’ false front that had been a little ajar, closin’ it. “This is what you suggest?”

“Wasn’t a suggestion.”

(Riddick)

Th’ first time our descent stops, I feel Lyra’s shoulders flex, judgin’ how much bounce she could get. I know what she’s thinkin’ of doin’. An’ her shoulders an’ hips are just slim enough t’ pass through th’ space between my arms.

Th’ winch starts up again, an’ I tilt my head back t’ look at th’ circle of light above. We stop again, an’ my lover slips between my biceps t’ sit on my shoulders. I can’t help it.

“Mmm. Nice view.” Th’ scent of her arousal barely makes it past th’ brimstone.

“Behave,” she responds, shiftin’ her arms so she c’n smack my head lightly. An’ not th’ one that wants t’ be smacked. I grin, then look up again as th’ lockpicks come out of her belt buckle. Time t’ rile th’ mercs some more.

“I’d take th’ money, Toombs!”

That oughtta ensure that th’ idiot stays a while. Long enough for us t’ escape.

(Toombs)

“These are… dangerous days, if you believe the talk.” Douruba filled two shot glasses from a bottle of clear liquid, probably a local hooch. Then he handed a glass to Gabriel.

“Talk?” He didn’t know what they’d used t’ make th’ stuff, an’ he wasn’t gonna drink it.

“About dead planets, about some… ghost army.” Th’ warden sounded rather spooked. “About Them.”

“‘Them’?” Was th’ man talkin about th’ weird-ass soldiers his crew had sneaked past on Helion Prime? Best t’ play dumb. He watched Douruba toss back his drink.

“I’ll run the numbers again. It takes a couple days, probably. So, you can stay as my guest. At least here we are all safe, yes?” He spread his arms, all welcomin’ an’ shit, then looked over at Anatoli.

“Yes, boss.”

“I’ll give it a day.” Fifty-two hours, here on Crematoria, but hopefully Riddick an’ his bitches wouldn’t have enough time t’ get a plan together an’ put it into action. He dumped th’ hooch down th’ hole an’ tossed th’ shot glass at th’ warden. “One.”
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