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Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra stood there, motionless, wondering what was going to become of her. She'd been on the massive ship for what seemed like several days now. But honestly, she could hardly be sure. Time seemed to blur together out in the black of space, no beginning or ending. It just went on, endless. All she knew was that she was hungry and that she'd barely eaten since leaving her home planet, destroyed and seemingly dead and converted, behind. She wondered if there were any other survivors left behind like herself. But to dwell on such things was pointless. They were all a distant memory anyway even if they did. She was on a Necromonger ship, surrounded by half-deads. Somehow memories were the last thing she needed to let consume her mind. Looking up at Riddick, Sidra hesitantly took a bite of the fruit Riddick had offered her. It tasted delicious and sweet, its juices dripping down her throat as she swallowed it down. It was exactly what she needed. Thank you, she said softly, her voice a bit muffled as she chewed. And no, I don't wish to stay behind, she added, shaking her head and causing her curls to swing across her face a bit. Again she shivered. Was it getting colder? Sidra suddenly wondered if it was just her fear or if it was the fact that they were getting farther away from the Helion system. She was used to warmth, to light. And now, things were starting to feel cold. Or perhaps it was the strange sense of 'death' exuding from the Necros that walked the ship? Just then, her eyes drifted to Vaako. She feared that man more than she feared Riddick. At least Riddick wanted to keep her as she was. Alive. Without even realizing it, Sidra moved a bit closer to Riddick. Instinct, perhapsa will to preserve herself, to survive. So far she'd managed and she planned to continue if she could. Looking up at the large man, she took another bite of fruit. She wondered where exactly they'd be going. She could tell Vaako seemed bothered and that made her uneasy and now that everyone knew she was there... I promise not to be a bother, she then said, trying to break the silence. And I'll get off at the next stop wherever that is. I just wanted a ride to somewhere I could start again.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

As the hangar opened and the ship set out into the world of Furya, Riddick returned the goggles over his eyes. While no one could see them, those metallic orbs slid in the direction of the girl. She was starving and probably still confused after the chaos of Helion Prime. Not to mention she'd just been caught and put out in the open by men of great power within the world of the living 'dead'. All factors considered, Sidra had good instincts to be choosing Riddick as her shield. If one had to decide between murderers, even the Furyan felt he was the best choice if not the only one. That didn't mean he liked it. Hngh... You would choose to strangle yourself with the harsh conditions of Furya than to pledge your allegiance to the superior way of the dead? Vaako, had he not lost the habit of frequent expression, would have churned his lips in disgust. No matter. Necromongers do not care for the living. Either you promise yourself to the Underverse or you perish. There is no 'getting off at the next stop'. There is. no. stop. There is only inertia. Riddick spoke to save the girl the trouble of retort. That is the Necromonger way, isn't it Vaako? The Necromongers believed in death, and in death they found stability and consistency. In death they found a neverending motion of stillness and a stillness of neverending motion. It was a one-way canyon and you could either move with the stampede or be trampled beneath it. It was almost like him. Almost. It is the Necromonger way, my Lord. Vaako's attention moved to the king, his senses constantly occupied by either the Furyan or the Helion girl. At least the girl, were she converted, had some hope of being saved. Her only crimes were life and ignorance. The Furyan, on the other hand, understood much more than his words conveyed. It was as if he mocked the very faith he commanded. Blasphemous. Well, you heard the man. You get dead either way, so I'd advise, he quietly lulled into a pause as he reached to slip fingertips through the girl's hair then lifted a few curls to his inquisitive nostrils. A deep sniff and the curls fell through his falling hand, resting once more upon an armrest. ...that you stick around. He had her scent marked now. He wasn't responsible for whatever her actions would be, but there was no harm in making sure she only did things that benefited him. Running away and ending up dead was not one of them. She was stuck. Then again, so was he. Fuck.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra had no idea what planet they were on. Wherever it was, it was dead. Worse than Helion Prime it seemedfar more desolate and seemingly abandoned for far longer. She wondered why they'd bothered landing on such a harsh planet on purpose. Surely it wasn't to convert anyone or anything. As far as she could tell there wasn't anything to convert. And if there was, it wasn't enough to matter much so why land such a massive ship and waste time when they could be traipsing across the universe toward their precious Underverse? It was perplexing to say the least. Then again, the Riddick hadn't been converted. It was all rather peculiar to say the least. Looking up at Riddick, his strange, steely eyes hidden behind shaded goggles, Sidra cleared her throat and swallowed. What is this place? she asked him. Furya? It looks... dead. Biting down on her lip, her eyes then drifted toward Vaako. The frightening, pale man making her skin crawl as she took in the sight of him. He looked like a walking corpse, something out of her nightmares. Trying to shake off the thought, she turned toward Riddick again. As Sidra kept her focus on the larger male, she could feel the Necromonger nearby. She wished he'd just go away. He made her feel uneasy, made her instincts flare and her hackles rise. Though she was a quiet creature by nature, she wasn't the sort to give up without a fight. Such things were strong within her. Like the light on her home planet, there was a fire within that burned brightly and would never cease to exist. Or so she hoped. The one thing she feared that would extinguish it was conversion. Conversion or death. And between the two, she'd pick the latter. Always. So, why are we here? Sidra then asked Riddick, her cool blue eyes peering up at Riddick from behind her dark curls as they hung in her face. She moved a delicate hand up to push at her hair and tuck some of it behind an ear. She needed to wash up, clean up. But being a stowaway, one whose things had been rendered to ashes, had prevented her from doing anything of the sort. If I'm going to be stuck here for a while, I figured I'd ask. At that, her cheeks suddenly turned red.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

When Riddick had placed his arm about her shoulders, Sidra felt her mouth suddenly go dry. As she looked up at him through her thick mass of dark curls, she nodded slowly. All right, Riddick, she said, her voice soft as she spoke. Sidra still had no idea why they'd stopped at Furya. The planet was a desolate wasteland. None of anything made sense. What could be gained? The Necromongers had no one to convert or destroy and Riddick had no one to recruit for whatever schemes he might be brewing under everyone's noses. So she was truly at a loss, confused. Given that Riddick had chosen the barren planet, she was certain the Necros were just as confused as she was and from the look on Vaako's face, her thoughts on that were all but confirmed. Once Riddick picked out who was to go and who was to stay, Sidra could feel her hands beginning to shake once again. She looked over at the lenser. The thing frightened her immensely and she began to back away from it instinctually. Looking over at Vaako, she wished the Necro was staying behind with the ship. But she understood why Riddick had chosen for the half-dead to come along. She might not be one for politics, but she was one for survival and that alone made it a clear enough choice. At that, she turned toward the woman, the one who'd be watching over her directly. She bit down on her lip and tilted her head as her pale eyes met those of the lifeless. It was funny, but there was no reflection to be seen in the Necromonger woman's eyes. No sparkle. Nothing. Furya was unlike anything Sidra had seen before and it saddened her. It made her think of home, of Helion Prime. Would her planet come to look like this one day? She suddenly wondered what made Furya look the way it did. What terrible event occurred that caused it to die... Just then her eyes widened a little and she looked over at Riddick, then to Vaako. No. Surely that couldn't be the case. Her thoughts there were wrong... Had the Necromongers been to Furya before? Shaking the disturbing thought away, Sidra decided she didn't want to knowat least, not right then. What are you looking for? she asked Riddick, moving closer to him so that she could stay away from both Vaako and the lenser. She looked over at the maid for a moment and again she thought about those lifeless eyes and shivered violently. Biting down on her lip, she mumbled, Sorry, I'm cold. This isn't like Helion.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Riddick was almost thankful that the girl had provided him with a brief distraction. He stripped the cloak from his armored torso and wrapped it around her shoulders. It won't help much, considering the present company. Perhaps it was a hint that he could read her body language even if she tried to hide it, but he was feeling sincere as well if only due to his preoccupied mind. This isn't like Furya, either. But it is. He crunched down to lift dust from around his feet, the soil like ashes of bone on the surface and petrified wood below. What a waste. When he stood again he stood with his back to the light and showed his steely eyes to the girl, this time staring her so hard it would be difficult to break eye contact even if she wanted to. There was a man who came to this world and slaughtered all the boys, newborns choked by their own umbilical cords until their faces turned purple from popped veins. He came here amongst the living looking for peace of mind through death. He resumed that gaze for some time before he relaxed and placed the goggles over his eyes once more, turning to descend into the expansive grid of graves. What am I looking for..? I'm looking amongst the dead for a peace of my own mind. Hm... A contemplative demeanor took over his gait as he brushed fingertips across headstones wrapped in dried out vines. I could be looking for life. Or a reason to keep it. After all, the single thing that kept him living was the Furyan necessity for survival. If he was going to head to the Underverse where death was supposedly superior and constant, he might need more of that necessity. What better way than to make a pilgrimage to his homeland? Pilgrimage... Right. Riddick continued to sweep through the graveyard, his destination seeming to be the horizon. As the group moved on, however, Lord Vaako could spot some kind of civilized structure--ruined, obviously--in the distance at the end of the burial grounds. Not much further than that there were low mountains. If Vaako remembered correctly, Furyans were warriors raised both in the plains and in the tunnels beneath. Most likely there were caves connected to the structures that probably composed a village. Lord Marshall, we should approach with caution. We have yet to confirm if this planet is completely isolated or not. Riddick's silence was taken for approval and Vaako gave orders some silent and some spoken. Scouts were sent up ahead along with the lenser. Vaako himself remained with a now smaller number of men. The commander did not want to leave Riddick's side. Anything...anything that Vaako could use against the disgraceful king...he would find it. Maybe the girl.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Sidra appreciated the gesture when Riddick placed the cloak about her body. She knew the garment didn't outright belong to him, but she could still feel his warmth emanating from the fabric. It was an odd sensation, almost comforting in a strange sort of way. As she peered out into the vast wasteland of what she was sure had once been a lush world, she felt her heart suddenly lurch. Life could no longer thrive here. Not like it once did anyway. Not ever again. Just then she felt her tummy tighten, her insides roiling as the bile within began to rise. She wanted to vomit at the thought of it, that thought when coupled with the story Riddick began to tell about the Furyan boys. Looking up at Riddick with her piercing eyes, her hair still shielding her face quite a bit, Sidra found them starting to dampen. A sadness was filling her and it made her loathe the company of men like Vaako and those like him all the more. She bet his eyes were as lifeless as the maid's who was trying to stand close by. Too close. Life? Sidra asked, her brow arching quizzically. She was about to ask more, but her train of thought was interrupted. Vaako in all his tight-lipped demeanor approached, coming too close for her comfort, making her tremble and quake in fear. Her knees began to go weak and she wished he'd go away. Sidra caught a glimpse of Vaako's eyes and felt a chill run along her spine. His eyes. They were indeed just as lifeless as the maid's. No reflection. Nothing. Dead. Staying close to Riddick, Sidra turned toward him. Do you think you'll find your 'life' over there? she asked. Just then, a wind blew causing her mass of curls to get pushed away from her face. She looked up at Riddick, searching for an answer, guidance. Protection? Or... her voice trailed and she tilted her head a bit. Is it something else? She bit down on her lip, her cheeks going a bit pink. At that she pulled on the cloak a bit so as to pull it tighter about her body.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Although Riddick couldn't properly see most colors, he did note how bright Sidra's eyes were. Thinking about it made him stop for a moment to glance over his shoulder, trying to catch another glimpse of that gaze that was as clear as it was frantic. He quirked a brow up as he did, indeed, catch the girl's eyes as well as her questions. The other man never really found his peace of mind, I doubt I'll find my answers. He continued onwards, now picking up the pace a little as he ignored the gravestones around him. The girl was like a stray attaching itself to a new owner. That reminded him of Jack. Well, Kyra. You ask a lot of questions, don't you kid? Now that the initial melancholy had passed, Riddick's wall came right back up. I'm not looking for anything specific. I just came here to see what I could find. This is the Lord Marshall's home planet, is it not? Vaako came up behind Sidra to stand on the opposite side of her from Riddick. The commander matched pace with the other two as he watched for the scouts ahead. Riddick's silence told him that he was free to speak further, if only because Vaako was beginning to grow tiresome of the meaningless babble between the two living people. Lord Marshall is a Furyan, the last of his kind. The story of the slain babes of Furya is that of the Lord Marshall as well. He alone survived the massacre as well as the purge a purge that was meant to eliminate the threat that was played by Riddick. No doubt you did your homework on all that while trying to take the throne. Vaako squeezed out air from within the curls of his fingers. The previous Marshall was weak. I wonder what that makes you. With a gruff beat of breath the Lord Vaako trudged forward to join his scouts, some of them returning to report. That Riddick knew more than he let on... It was infuriating.
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Sidra's cheeks grew warmer and she looked down at her feet for a moment. Since when was twenty-two a kid? She scowled a little and then bit down, hard, on he lip. Letting out a sigh, she looked back up at Riddick and had to almost run to keep pace with him. She glanced over her shoulder at Vaako, not liking how close he was to her. The strange coldness that seemed to emanate from him was coming off him in waves and it clung to her body like a second skin. More than anything she had the urge to rub at her arms, her legs. Anything to make the feeling he gave her to go away. As Sidra listened to the tale of the Furyan and Necromongers, she found herself suddenly nodding. So Riddick had a tie with these half-deads after all. She found that interested and... ironic. Ironic that someone meant to be killed by the world destroyers now led them. It definitely answered the nagging feeling she had as to why Riddick seemed the more logical choice to stay close to. That and he was the only one who truly breathed. The only one who had a true pulse, who was warm and who had blood coursing through his veins. Suddenly, Sidra turned her head. What was that? she asked, her eyes darting about the harsh landscape. She'd heard a sound, something inhuman and beastly. Something hungry. Sidra's breathing quickened, her blood flowing faster through her veins as she swallowed hard. She was certain Riddick had heard it, probably had already known the thing was out there. But being jumpy, paranoid, terrified... she couldn't help but be on high alert. After all, being surrounded by Necromongers for several days was enough to make anyone a bit jittery. Moving closer to Riddick, Sidra looked up at him again. And once more she heard that sound and she felt her blood run cold. Turning away and looking over toward one of the nearby caves they were passing by, she saw the faint silhouette of something starting to emerge. Oh god... she mumbled, backing away slowly. The shadow was moving into view and Sidra could hardly make it out. But it seemed to be almost snake-likeor was it a worm?in appearance. It was enormous, whatever it was and it was moving toward them with great speed. Riddick! Sidra shouted as the thing lunged toward her and she began to run.
Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

That girl just kept those temperature differentials coming. It made it much too easy to stay aware of her presence, a strong contrast from the Necromongers whose constant lack of body temperature made it easy to discern. When both of them, Sidra and Vaako, were standing near him it was amusing how their body heat--or lack thereof--interacted. He supposed it was to be expected. Humans feared things too easily. Beasts tended to pay attention to only what was important. Like that echoing gurgle. Riddick saw what was coming long before Sidra did. He could smell it too. It carried a stench of stale earth and looked like some kind of earthworm magnified by a few hundred times. Unlike some demons he'd seen before, this thing wasn't pretty to look at. His arms shot out to stop Sidra mid-step, using her own momentum to toss the both of them into the ground. After a crunching thud that took away the body--and most likely life--of the maid in waiting assigned to Sidra, a shriek that nearly pierced the ear drum rang overhead for as long as it took the creature to fly past. That shriek ended with a crash of architecture that managed to hide the entire length of the giant worm. Riddick could hear the friction between its flesh and rocky soil, the sound descending as if the creature had found a tunnel within the building it had just renovated. While Riddick stood back on his feet and reached down to help Sidra do the same a scream echoed from across what he now noticed was a broken town. Stay close. Riddick started making way to the screaming lenser and out of the corner of his eye saw Vaako and his men taking the same action. Suddenly the scream stopped, but that didn't stop them. When they reached the scene, half the lenser's body was stuck on a broken wall and the other half...well, it was missing. Its handler was on the ground. He looked a bit shaken up. Th-th-that... What was that!? Vaako grabbed the soldier by his arm and dragged him up, demanding to know what had happened. The lenser, it saw something. It got eaten. There's more of them. There's more than one. Vaako left the handler to the other men, not having the patience for delirium himself. Lord Marshall, we should leave. Immediately. Really? But the party just got started.
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The lenser was torn in two. Two! Sidra thought she was going to be sick. Its twisted body, half synthetic and half organic, an abomination fabricated by a being of half-deads for a twisted purpose. What those poor pitiful beings had been prior, she had no idea. But she knew they'd had to have lived and breathed once, walked free, had a voice. Sidra looked up at Riddick amidst her mass of dark curls, her cool blue eyes showing her fear and uncertainty. She feared that they were as good as dead... much like the rest of the planet... More? There's more? Her panic was evident, her want to get out of there, to leave. But what was worse? Facing the Necromongers and their constant want for conversion or a few more of those ghastly worms. It was like a form of hell and she wanted out! Suddenly, Vaako made his thoughts plain and Riddick mocked him making Sidra quirk a brow as she tilted her head. She knew she had to stay close to the Furyan, it was her best chance at survival. That was already proven given how he'd saved her from the one worm's initial plunge at trying to snuff out her life. Trembling, Sidra heard another scuffle and she knew what the sound meant. Another one of those things was coming. Turning, she saw it and this time the shadows no longer concealed its form. She let out another shrill scream, the sounds reverberating off the crumbling walls of the ruined buildings surrounding them all. As her instincts told her to run, one single thought kept swimming through her mind'I don't want to die... I'm not ready to die... survive this... live.' She just hoped she would and that somehow the Furyan would see her back to safety. That was, if it was even possible.