Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!

Banin was getting a little worried. What was taking Riddick so long, nobody was that constipated. Maybe goggles had said fuck it and gone back to Venne. Maybe bandits had jumped him for the shotgun and whatever else he carried. Riddick seemed like the type who could take care of himself, but what the fuck was taking so long? Banin didn't much care for his new partner but making this trip without backup was not an encouraging thought. And what the fuck was up with Rarn? The dude seemed in a trance or something, eyes all glassy as fuck. Shit, maybe he was getting sick or something. If he died on the trail part of the offworlder's commission was gone. If he got sick, Rarn would be left behind cause nobody was gonna carry or drag his ass anywhere. Fuck it, Banin decided, I worry to much. I can make this gravy run with or without Riddick and should Rarn fall out...tough, everyone else just keeps on keepin' on. Just the same, he'd better be ready for anything. Banin squeezed the grip on his rifle a bit tighter than before.

Kirk proded Spock impatiently, "well Spock, what do you think? Let's.....not keep....this young man waiting? I'm sure he has a girlfriend very anxious for his return."

Rarn shrugged, "actually I don't have a girlfriend, not that it matters. Remember sir, I have not nuts."

"Oh yes, ....I'm so sorry about that. Well Spock?"

"There is obviously only one possible outcome to this dilemma Captain. Logically it appears Mr. Rarn should accept his new role as a sperm sponge for some horny alien species and just learn to make the best of it. He might even wind up on vulcan, it's kept on the downlow but quite a few vulcans like to get freaky with humans. My own mother is a human of course. Luckily however, I inherited none of her inferior genes."

Kirk rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah right Spock you're all vulcan, but help me out now, isn't it a bit atypical for a vulcan to go through amok time every fucking night for crying out loud?" With that the Captain turned back to Rarn with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"I'm sorry Rarn, if Spock thinks you're fucked, you're probably fucked. Nice talking to you though....good...luck." Following this depressing news Kirk hailed Sulu.

"Get the ship underway Mr. Sulu, there is no further need of us here."

A familiar voice answered, "right away Captain, but what are the co-ordinates sir? There is a big battle brewing in sector 7 between starfleet and the klingons, should I take the
ship there so we can get in on the action?"

"Hell no!" Kirk shouted. "Have you been using the food simulator to cook crack again? Take us back to Rigel 69, I feel the crew, and myself of course, could use a few more days of shore leave. Kirk out."

Stoic as ever Spock voiced his obvious approval of the Captain's orders. "Alright dog, dat be da Captain talkin' now!"

Suddenly Rarn was jarred back to reality by Banin's elbow shoved hard against the bridge of the slave boy's nose. "Hold up you dumb fuck, can't you see I've stopped? Watch the fuck where you're goin' no nuts McGirk."

Banin halted because he'd spotted a familiar bald figure coming up rapidly behind them. "Glad you decided to rejoin us Riddick, that must have been one helluva shit you took. Where did you pick up the new toy?"

Riddick ignored the curious stares from the slaves. "I ran into a little trouble back there. Three bandits. I took this crossbow from one, figured it might be useful for doing a little silent hunting."

Banin looked suspicious, "so where are the bandits now?"

"I took them all out, they won't bother us no more." Riddick replied matter of factly.

"Are you saying you killed all three? There weren't any shots."

"I thought it best to keep it quiet." Riddick had a wadded up piece of cloth in his hand. He threw it on the ground at Banin's feet, spilling the contents on the ground. There were three sets of bloody human thumbs lying beside the rag. Banin seemed a little unsettled.

"Damn."

Rarn had completely rejoined reality by now. He shook his head, wide eyed. "Riddick's a bad dude for real."

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By the time Riddick returned it was nearly dark. Pretty soon a decision was made to make camp for the night. Banin released Jelli to help gather firewood and cook up a crude meal. Riddick faded into the surrounding woods to scout the perimeter. Out of sight he removed his goggles and had a good look around. Like a cat he could see everything and anything. There was nothing out there...cool. He returned to camp and ate a little of the weird tronasian dish Jelli had whipped up. It wasn't that bad, it was nice to have a cook alone on the trek. People made better time when they could count on a decent meal or two to keep their strength up. That's how Riddick saw it anyhow.

Banin agreed to take the first watch, Riddick sat with his back to a tree. The glow of the campfire relaxed him, he allowed his mind to drift back to another place and time. His powerful muscles unwound as the sights, sounds, and smells of other worlds and other people filled his thoughts. Maybe this camping thing was something he might try just for the hell of it sometime. Had to be one of the better activities Tronas had to offer. His mind moved on, calculating and considering many things, and many times.

Riddick found himself going back, far back. He was in a room, couldn't recall exactly where or when...there were so many places in his past. There the fugitive waited, shirtless, his senses dulled by an abundance of drink and weed. He was very relaxed, music was playing and the room was very comfortable. A door opened and a woman entered, beautiful, incredibly beautiful. But she wasn't alone. Two more women joined her, also lovely. Riddick watched as all three slowly stripped away the flimsy, sexy outfits they wore. Smooth flesh was revealed, full ripe breasts, taut stomachs, powerful shapely thighs, and bushy mounds. The aroma of perfume and pussy filled Riddick's nostrils. He breathed deeply. Someone handed him a drink. He turned it up and savored the taste of good wine, rich and smooth. His goggles lay beside him, everything looked so hazy yet exotic. It was almost like an acid trip except it was also incredibly real.

One of the women drew near, very near. She leaned forward, her eyes were incredible and her breath sweet like the wine. She kissed Riddick, her long tongue probing deeply into his mouth. He sucked on it, savoring the sensual taste of female saliva. Instinctively he reached out and put his hand on her firm, yet soft, pubic mound. It felt tantilizing, he moved his fingers back and forth on the wetness. His cock strained against his pants, the woman's breath grew labored. Riddick felt her squeeze his chest, pinch his nipples, and fondle his hard stomach muscles. At the same time, other hands pulled on his zipper until his cock was free to leap out, fully erect, the head purple and glistening with drops of pre-cum. The pants were tugged until they fell to his ankles. A huge, erect nipple appeared before his face. He licked it slowly, enjoying the tiny drops of milk that dribbled forth from this fleshy fountain of love nectar.

Riddick closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment, then everything started to change. Suddenly a horrible stench assaulted his senses. It was a mixture of garbage, human waste, and decaying flesh. Riddick felt himself starting to gag and his eyes flew open. The face, just inches from his, was no longer that of a beautiful woman. Far from it, instead a hideous, hairy, semi-human beast with red eyes stared back at him with an unnatural, ghastly gaze. It took a full second for Riddick to process that something was incredibly wrong, an evil transformation had taken place and he was in danger of being trapped. He tried to stand but on each side he was held fast by powerful clawed hands. He strained but the razor sharp claws bit deep into his flesh and he began to bleed profusely.

Somehow Riddick had been lured into a treacherous ambush. He struggled in vain, his anger and desperation multiplying wildly with each passing second. Unable to free himself, the bald fugitive grew frustrated. With a final mad act of defiance, Riddick spat at the leering monster that faced him. The enraged creature roared with an animalistic shout. It backed up slightly and drew a long sword-like blade from a scabbard at its side. Riddick fought like one possessed but now at least four of the abominations held him secure against the wall. One raked his face with razor sharp talons, forcing him to scream in agony. Helpless, Riddick could only struggle and watch as the demonic thing facing him thrust the long gleaming blade forward with great power.
The cold metal penetrated into its victim's midsection. Riddick convulsed with an uncontrollable shudder, his face twisted into a mask of tortured expression. The hairy demon twisted the metal until the outlaw could see his entrails begin to spill from the gaping hole made by the keen steel weapon. In stark horror Riddick threw his head back and screamed with every agonizing fiber in his dying body.

Exit. Black.