Sci-Fi Channel: The Lowdown - The Chronicles of Riddick Page #2

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My place is at your side,

dear husband.

From here till UnderVerse come.

In this 'verse,

humans have been fractured...

divided by all their many races,

creeds, and mistaken faiths.

Our purpose is to correct

that mistake.

Because there is another 'verse.

Another universe that he has found.

Where anyone can begin anew.

Where you can live free of pain.

A perfect new place

called UnderVerse.

Look around you.

Every Necromonger in this hall...

every one of the Legion Vast...

that just swept aside your defences

in one night...

was once like you.

Fought as feebly as you.

Because every Necromonger

that lives today is a convert.

There'll be no conversions!

We all began as something else!

It was hard for me to accept, too,

when I first heard these words.

But I changed.

I let them take away my pain.

- You betrayed your faith.

- And I changed.

Just as you will change...

when you realise that the UnderVerse

will be reached...

only by those who have embraced

the Necromonger faith.

For those of you who will

right now...

drop to your knees

and ask to be purified.

- We will not renounce our faith!

- No one here will do what you ask.

It is unthinkable!

This is a world of many peoples,

many religions!

And we simply cannot

and will not be converted.

Then I'll take your soul.

Join him...

or join me.

This is your one chance.

Take the Lord Marshal's offer

and bow.

I bow to no man.

He's not a man.

He's the holy Half-Dead

who has seen the UnderVerse...

and returned with powers

you can't imagine.

Look, I'm not with everyone here.

But I will take a piece of him.

A piece you will have.

Stop him!

Irgun. One of my best.

If you say so.

What do you think of this blade?

I think it's a half-gram heavy

on the back end.

In our faith,

you keep what you kill.

Take him back to my ship

for mind regression.

Perhaps the breeder would do it...

if somebody just asked him.

It is a rare offer.

A visit inside Necropolis.

It's been a long time

since I smelled beautiful.

Let me show you the way.

Beautiful eyes. Come.

The last six Lord Marshals

have called this home.

Magnificent, isn't it?

- I might have gone a different way.

- True of us all.

Converts receiving the mark

of the Necromonger.

They learn how one pain

can lessen another.

There now.

That is just perfect.

The more you resist them...

the greater the damage will be.

A new one.

You've brought us a new one.

Interesting breeder.

Making entry.

This won't take long.

We've entered his neocortex.

- The Riddick!

- Regress.

Scanning fresh memories.

Thoughts of someone called Jack.

Riddick!

Jack!

She went to prison.

Now we find thoughts

of an Elemental.

The one race that would slow

the spread of Necromongers.

Furyans.

Furyans.

Where does he come from?

Who are his people?

These are the things I need to know.

We find energy.

We find Furyan energy.

He's Furyan!

A Furyan survivor! Kill the Furyan!

Kill the Riddick!

Kill Riddick.

Find him. Whatever it takes.

Find him.

Let me guess.

A five-man crew this time.

Couple of things

you could have done better.

First, trash the locater beacon

inside my ship, the one you jacked.

And second, and this is really

the more important part...

you should have wasted me

when you had the chance.

- Any questions?

- Yeah.

What took you so long?

Decoy launched.

In and out.

Unsuspected and undetected.

Damn, I love a good smash-and-grab!

- Bounty's as good as ours.

- Preparing to engage ion drive.

So where do we drop

your merc-killing ass?

Who's gonna pay

the most for you now? Butcher Bay?

Butcher Bay.

Ten minutes every other day

on the dog-run.

Protein waffles aren't bad.

How about Ursa Luna?

Nice little double-max prison.

They keep a cell open for me,

just in case I drop in.

You know the problem

with these joints now?

Health clubs

for waffle-eating pussies.

Maybe we should think about

upping our game here a little bit.

Think about someplace

truly diabolical.

What the hell is he thinking now?

He's thinking a triple-max prison.

A no-daylight slam.

Only three of them

left in this system...

two of them out of range...

for a shitty little undercutter

like this one with no legs.

Leaving just one.

Crematoria.

That is what you had in mind,

right, Toombs?

How does he know

where we're going, and we don't?

- Dope it out.

- I hate this run.

Just do it!

Don't know about

this new crew of yours.

They seem a bit skittish.

Probably shouldn't tell them

what happened to the last crew.

You know, you were supposed to be

some slick-sh*t killer.

Now look at you.

All back-of-the-bus and sh*t.

I say we attack Helion Two next.

Take it straight into their teeth.

It'll cost you 20,000 heads,

- Nothing more, I swear it.

- While I do prize brute force...

this approach is,

perhaps, more artful.

Start at the end.

Go straight to Helion Five...

the last planet in the system.

We approach from the night side.

Remove these cannon first...

then attack the larger placements

at speed.

We'll catch them

on their rear flank.

And in 10 days" time...

the rest of those worlds

will tumble before us.

You see, as with most...

their blind spot

is right behind them.

I've located an ion trail

which leads off-world.

Then you should be off-world, Vaako.

I've deployed a tracker team.

One of the best.

Wherever Riddick has gone...

you lens him out

and cleanse him. You.

You want me to take a frigate

for one breeder?

Don't question it, Vaako!

Take it on faith.

He's always been unsettled

around you.

The Lord Marshal. Unsteady.

Perhaps because he knows

he's half the warrior you are.

Some say he's too artistic

for the job.

I wouldn't be surprised

if someone promoted him soon...

to full dead.

- Take care what you say.

- Should I say it softly?

So it sounds more like conspiracy?

Why is it that when anyone breathes

about the demise...

of him on the throne

everyone assumes a conspiracy?

Why isn't that

just prudent planning?

When he is ready,

he will name a successor.

Who?

Toal? Scales?

The Purifier?

None of them...

with the strength, the dignity...

of Lord Vaako.

You can keep what you kill.

That is the Necromonger way.

Mercenaries. Elementals. Necromongers.

Sh*t, l've never been so popular.

I should probably slip these chains

and open up a few arteries.

But why drive

when you can get driven?

Free ticket to Crematoria.

Thanks, Toombs.

Got me some business there

named Jack.

And once we settle up,

I walk away forever.

So l'II just wait...

all back-of-the-bus for now.

How unexpected...

An Elemental. Here?

One of the captives.

And why, after 30 years,

should it be you?

He doesn't regard her

as a captive, though.

Elementals. They talk of neutrality,

but they're all witches and spies.

Why else would they come

and go like the wind?

But where has he gone?

Where is the Furyan hiding now?

You be the good warrior.

Go after this Riddick.

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