Sci-Fi Channel: The Lowdown - The Chronicles of Riddick Page #3

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I'll find out why the Lord Marshal

is so threatened by him.

Destination reached.

Unlocking manual controls.

All right, I make 700 degrees

on the day side.

Let's not get caught in the sun.

If I owned this place and hell,

I'd rent this place out...

and live in hell.

- Slue angle:
Good.

- Stand by.

- And...

- Plotted course...

- Good.

- Hit it!

Angle of approach: Not good.

Look, Ma, no hands!

Party poppers!

I think I sh*t myself.

Skittish, Toombs. Very skittish.

Comfy?

When the ride's over,

your goggles are mine.

Four-way split!

So this is Riddick.

What in the bowels of Christ

are you talking about? 700,000?

Don't take this one, boss.

See, Anatoli here

has a nose for trouble.

- And this one, this Riddick guy...

- Big, big trouble.

So 700,000 is good money.

I'd take the money, Toombs.

These are dangerous days,

if you believe the talk.

- Talk?

- About dead planets.

About some ghost army.

About them.

Them?

I'll run the numbers again.

It takes a couple of days probably.

So you can stay as my guest.

At least here we are all safe. Yes?

Yes, boss.

I'll give it a day.

One.

There are inmates,

and there are convicts.

A convict has a certain code.

And he knows to show

a certain respect.

An inmate, on the other hand...

pulls the pin on his fellow man.

Does the guards' work for them.

Brings shame...

To the game.

So which are you gonna be?

Me?

I'm just passing through.

Welcome to Crematoria.

- How do I get eyes like that?

- You got to kill a few people.

Did that. Did a lot of that.

And then you got to

get sent to a slam.

Where you're told

you won't see daylight again?

There wasn't a doctor

who could shine my eyes...

not even for 20 menthol Kools.

Was anything you said true?

What are you gonna do?

Go for the sweet spot?

Remember who

you're talking to, Jack.

Jack's dead.

She was weak.

She couldn't cut it.

The name's Kyra now.

And I'm a new animal.

I'm so glad I could steal you

away for a moment.

Doesn't it strike you odd?

Here we have the current Lord Marshal...

destroying entire societies...

and yet he can't bring himself

to kill one stranded Elemental.

Why is that?

You don't pray to our God.

You pray to no God, I hear.

Elementals, we calculate.

Don't we all.

But now let's have

first things first.

What of Riddick?

In truth, I don't know

where he went.

In truth, I'm more interested in

where he came from.

Watch your step.

I've always wondered,

does an air Elemental fly?

Now do me a favour.

Calculate the odds of you

getting off this planet alive...

and now cut them in half.

No, we can't fly.

But we glide very well.

Save your threats, Necromonger.

I would have told you about Riddick

for the asking.

It concerns a foretelling...

a prediction

now more than 30 years old.

A young warrior once consulted

a seer of sorts...

and was told that he would die

at the hands of a Furyan.

So he waged a private war

on the planet Furya...

killing all he could find.

This was before he became

Lord Marshal, of course.

That massacre should have ended

the matter.

But now it seems

one Furyan had a knack...

for escape.

Feeding time!

Move! Let's go! Come on.

Here they come!

Hurry!

To the cages!

Come on!

A herd! A goddamn herd!

Is that all we are to you?

Let me in!

Wait!

It's an animal thing.

Check her for me.

She's always got a blade somewhere.

I don't think she likes being touched.

I'd take my wounded and go

while you still can.

Is there a name for

this private little world of yours?

What happens there

when we don't just run away?

You'll kill us with a soup cup?

Tea, actually.

What's that?

I'll kill you with my tea cup.

You know the rule.

They aren't dead

if they're still on the books.

Come on.

Death by tea cup.

Damn. Why didn't I think of that?

I didn't come here

to play "Who's The Better Killer?"

But it's my favourite game.

Haven't you heard?

I heard you came looking for me.

Is that all?

Then you missed the good part.

Hooked up with some mercs

out of Lupus Five.

Said they'd take me on, teach me

the trade, give me a good cut.

They slaved me out, Riddick.

Do you know what that could do

to you when you're that age?

- When you're 12 years old?

- I told you to stay in New Mecca.

Did you not listen?

I had mercs on my neck.

I'll always have mercs on my neck.

I spent five years on a frozen heap

just to keep them away from you.

And you go and sign up

with the same fake badges...

that wanted to cut you up

and use you for bait.

What are you pitching, Riddick?

That you cutting out

was a good thing?

That you had my ass covered

from halfway across the universe?

You signed with mercs.

There was nobody else around.

Let's pop the cork.

Get some fresh air.

So they do go topside...

to swap out air.

Interesting.

Who the hell are you?

When it happens, it'll happen fast.

Stay on my leg when I cut fence,

or die here.

Nobody outs this place. Nobody.

He ain't nobody.

Seven hundred degrees.

Jesus.

That's some sunrise.

They can be quite a test.

These deep runs.

Test of our inner selves.

Don't you find that true?

Some men do.

Just being so far

from the armada...

the mind can start to fill

with strange thoughts.

Doubts.

Don't you ever have doubts, Vaako?

- Doubts?

- About the campaign.

About Lord Marshal.

First and always,

I am a Necromonger commander.

So if you're here

to test my loyalty...

you succeed

only in testing my patience.

No, that's not why I'm here at all.

Good news first.

Talked things over

with my amigos here.

We'll cut you in for 775,000.

All right. What's the bad news?

They close the local whorehouse?

No. The bad news is worse than that.

Much worse.

Our pilot, he saw this.

It crossed a shipping lane.

Any idea what this might be?

Never saw nothing like it.

This ship charts back

to Helion Prime.

You know, Anatoli's got

a nose for trouble...

and he thinks

trouble follows you here.

Look, we dusted our tracks

and got the hell out of there.

There is no way we didn't lose them.

Them?

This is my prisoner.

Mine. Nobody else's.

And I want my money now.

You stole a prisoner from them?

- Riddick, no!

Should've taken the money, Toombs.

Mercs.

Some guards here,

but this can't be all of them.

Check their slots in the back.

And be careful.

Don't bother. Guards ain't there.

They figured out

the Necros are coming for me.

Plan was to clean the bank,

ghost the mercs...

break wide through the tunnel.

Then somebody got a lucky shot off

with this rocket launcher here...

and took out the sled.

Guards took off on foot...

but rigged the door

so no one could follow.

They'll take the one ship

in the hangar...

and leave everyone else here to die.

How come you know all this sh*t?

You weren't even here.

'Cause it was my plan.

I know that look.

I don't even have to see your face,

and I know that look.

You want to run the surface

while they run the tunnel below.

It's moving in the right direction.

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