Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra was hungry and wondered if these destroyer of worlds ever actually ate anything. Ever. She'd seen the new leader, the Riddick, but even he never seemed to eat anything. Then again, she wasn't always able to keep tabs on him either. The pale-fleshed Necromongers were always surrounding him in some way making it difficult for her to follow him. So she really wasn't able to discern whether or not the large male ate or not. One good thing, she did manage to find a small area in which scraps were tossed away for jettison. She figured, at the very least, the food was to be given to those these half-dead Necros planned to convert before sealing their fates in the conversion chambers. Just then Sidra felt a chill run along her spine and she shivered. She felt oddly cold all of a sudden even though the temperature aboard the Necromonger ship hadn't changed since she'd secretly boarded and stowed away since Helion Prime. But she couldn't help it. The conversion chambers terrified her. Seeing all those people inside those things with those spikes jammed into their necks. It was enough to make anyone cringe. At that she felt her heart begin to pound, her breaths quickening as her skin broke out into a cold sweat. Not me, Sidra mumbled to herself. No way in hell. Suddenly, Sidra heard the sound of footsteps, heard the muffled sounds of voices. She knew the ship had landed somewhere. Where though? She had no idea and she hardly cared. What mattered most was finding something quick to eat and getting the hell off the ship so she could start a new life for herself seeing as her own, Helion Prime, had been destroyed thanks to these Necros. And the longer she stayed with them, the longer she feared being caught and forced into conversion... and that just was not an option. Death first. The only thing making her feel even remotely safe was that the previous Lord Marshall was dead and the Riddick was now in power. She still was uncertain about Riddick, but he seemed better than the other guy, far as she was concerned. Hell, the other guy rendered her world to ash. At least this guy left well enough alone. As the footsteps and voices got closer, louder, Sidra panicked a little. Biting down on her lip, her fingers playing a little with her dark hair, which hung about her shoulders, she decided to sneak to the cargo bay and hide out there in hopes that the doors would open and she could make a run for it. It was worth the risk, worth it all. Quickly, she made her way there and waited near the scouting ships, hoping that the doors would open sooner than later. Meanwhile, Dame Vaako watched her husband, her lips turned upward into a smile as she watched the man interact with the Furyan. She found Riddick's actions curious indeed. Of all the places to go, why Furya? It was a dead world. His home world. She watched him turn down the helmet, her husband looking confused, perhaps angered? She stalked along the balcony as she watched the two men, though the Furyan was clearly the alpha. 'But even alphas have weaknesses,' she thought to herself. 'They just need to be found.' Still smiling, she said quietly and to herself, What is your weakness, Furyan?