Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

Riddick could feel the temperature difference coming off the girl. Cute. That's a good question. I'm sure the commander would like to know as well. For a few moments it seemed as if he had no intentions of continuing that line of thought, but he rose from his seat with a squeaking grip on the armrests and leaned, instead, on the shoulder of his main pilot. Land, we're getting off here. The crew worked quickly, almost panicking as if they didn't want to risk their Lord Marshall's patience. That was fine by Riddick, it gave him the opportunity to take in the landing procedure at a single glance. From what he'd seen of the flight so far, he could easily pilot one of these things by himself. The Necromonger technology meant the ship was space-suitable as well. Good boys. He headed to the door, Vaako already making his way ahead to organize the squad and open up the ship. Along the way, Riddick threw an arm across Sidra's shoulders, his weight forcing her to move with him as he deliberately walked slow enough that there was barely a few moments of privacy between the two of them. Don't do anything stupid. Either you die or you don't. When those moments passed he released her from his arm and gave his troop a once over. There was Vaako, there were footmen, a lenser and its handler, a single maid in waiting and then there were the flight crew. Pilot, navigator, whoever mans the ship stays with the ship. You and you, Riddick pointed at the men with the lightest footing. You're our messenger boys. One stays here and the other comes with me. Lady, now gesturing to the maid in waiting, you get to watch over Sidra here. Both of you come with me. As for the rest, do what Vaako tells you until I say otherwise. Riddick honestly didn't care what the Necromongers did, but he had quickly learned early on that they required a certain sense of servitude or they quickly became unstable or confused. The higher ranks didn't require such petty purpose, of course, but without it they posed a bigger problem a wavering of loyalty. In any case, he had to act a little like he cared until they came to a point where he could confirm... ...Kyra's death, he supposed. Or the returning of her from it, if it was even possible. For the first time in a long time he hoped--against all odds--that he could save her save someone. If there was anything that kept him from destroying worlds like the Necromongers wanted, it was that. How ironic that the one person who might unconditionally embrace destruction was the same person preventing it. Riddick strode out into the open, Vaako right behind and the other men behind him. The lenser stood out to the side, absent-mindedly scanning the terrain at its leisure as security or scouting was not an immediate issue. Damn... That was all the Furyan could say out loud when he stopped over a hill, the land on the other side a cemetery that spanned so far one could swear it reached the horizon. The light of Furya was dimmer than most habitable planets, though not dark. Riddick barely recognized this from his past. What he saw more clearly was visions of warm green earth that sustained vast plains and dark jungles. Now it was gray, stoney and rotting cold like stale food with no mold. At least the sun and the related orbits had stayed intact, though Riddick couldn't say how much that could help a planet whose surface had been exterminated. If humans could not survive the plague that had been the Necromonger invasion, it was unlikely that animals would have either. Without an ecosystem, a planet was not likely to breathe or live. Furya was just a massive planet-sized ruin a temple to Riddick's forgotten memories. That laid the question who was the priest? It had been some time since Riddick had seen or heard that woman...Shirah. Was she here? Was she a figment of his imagination? Was she real? Furya, what are you?