Thread: Daggers of the Mind [Darkangel76 & Slairlayh]

The sad story that Sidra put forth reminded Riddick of the holy man, Imam, and his wife and daughter. He could care less about the wife now that the husband was dead--a memory he would more or less wipe from his past if he could help it--but the daughter had that same air of inquisitive curiosity mixed with a conviction to believe in strength. The daughter was like her father they had the same eyes. Even if the mother didn't survive the Helion Prime's chaos, Riddick had a feeling the daughter would. That was all he needed to know. When the worst starts happening, the other planets of Helion will probably start sending salvaging parties to either evacuate or restore their prime planet. When the dust settles and the clouds blow away, the only ones left will either be the strongest or the smartest, and bring back a new world from the ashes. Riddick paused a moment as he contemplated his own string of words. They were more than he'd usually drawl out. He wasn't sure if it was his new position as 'Lord Marshall' or if it was the girl that made him talk more. Helion Prime is like a phoenix. It'll come back. He gave her credit for discerning the probability of survival on a planet that was dying, though. From the looks of it she wasn't a fighter or a strategist. Her instincts were good, but the chances of her surviving in Helion Prime's current state of affairs were risky if not unlikely. She was already an adult too, so learning to adapt was also a factor. A child would probably fare better. Docking the ship! Riddick stood and grabbed Sidra by the shoulder to make her do the same. About that new life of yours... If you want it that bad, try to stay close. You had a better chance of surviving on Furya with those worms than with the Necromongers. He tilted his head and glanced at her from the corners of his eyes. Unless you listen to me, that is. Landing the ship and unpacking everyone and everything didn't take long. Aereon, too, took no time to find herself at Riddick's side opposite from the girl. That didn't take you very long, Riddick. And I see you have a new pet. You haven't already forgotten Kyra, have you? Riddick was already moving, making his way to the throne room where he knew the nobles would be lingering, talking and whispering amongst themselves. Aereon... You're not already trying to piss me off again are you? And he thought Elementals were supposed to refrain from actively participating in events. Maybe you should try poking fun at the other lords on this ship. The Air Elemental only smiled and quietly floated apart from him when he reached his destination. Listen up! I don't care how you do it, I want you to do a sweep of this planet and kill anything that moves, be it man, beast, or monster! If you can't kill it, destroy it! What is the purpose of this, my Lord? Riddick turned to the commander that spoke up. Purpose? He walked up to the man, both his curved daggers out and glinting with a dangerously reflected light. The Necromonger seemed to tense, and some of the crowd closest to him backed away. Riddick lifted both blades close to the man's neck. The purpose, commander, is to finish , he paused only to wipe blood from the earlier worm fight on the man's cloak. --the job that your previous Lord failed to do right. Riddick then spun around to stand in the center of the room. Both clearly shining blades thrust themselves into the air. Am I not your king? The cry was answered with a vague echo of acknowledgment. Riddick bellowed once more with thrice the volume. Am I not your king!? The provocation worked this time as the returning shout now admitted their semi-defeat to his authority. Riddick almost smiled. Dismissed! Vaako had entered the scene just soon enough to witness Riddick's self declaration of power. As if daunted by the performance--for Vaako did not believe Riddick to take his position that seriously--a soldier came up to him instead of the departing Lord Marshall with an inquiry as to what they were to do with the girl, Sidra. Surely that was a question on everyone's minds why was there a living female roaming free with the king? Vaako answered with a snarl and looked around, instead, for his wife as the woman would certainly not have missed a presentation like this. Aereon, too, thought the vixen was probably watching as even the Elemental had been somewhat impressed by Riddick's display. But she knew better than to be swayed. The man's retreat from the crowd meant he was beginning to tire of the attention. Yet the Furyan also recognized the need for showmanship if he were to survive in this society of the dead long enough to reach the Underverse and back, with or without Kyra's life. Smart Lethal Angry--this would be a story for ages to tell. Not that Riddick cared. All he wanted to do was find his room and lie down. That, and find someone to get him a new pair of shades.