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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,058
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 6
“Can you run?”
She transferred her weight onto her twisted ankle and inhaled sharply, “No.” She shook her head.
Riddick grunted in disappointment and looked around the room. The unconscious guard was safely locked in the cell. They had taken possession of the security card, cash and weapons from the cabinet and Riddick’s goggles had returned to their rightful place protecting his supersensitive eyes.
“We’ll need to hole up somewhere then.”
“What about here?” she asked smirking. “We could put loverboy back on his bunk and pretend that nothing happened. Confuse the hell out of him for a while.”
Riddick laughed. “Now that would be funny but how are you going to explain the cut on your lip, your ankle or that ripped top?”
“Hmm, true” she conceded. “Did you really have to ruin my favourite top?” she asked.
“It was either your top or your hair,” he stated matter-of-factly then glancing down at her breasts he smirked, “Besides, it looks better that way.”
“Yea, right,” she replied, fingering the tattered material that until recently covered her lace bra.
“Sexy,” his voice smouldered making her tingle.
“Sexy is conspicuous,” she replied, brushing past him, “which is exactly what we don’t need right now.”
He smiled wickedly. “If you say so.”
Standing in front of the computer console, she tried to reign in her rampant emotions and focus on finding a way out. Her fingers tapped at the keys and numerous diagrams flashed across the screen. Finally she found the one she was after.
“According to the schematics, we are here,” she said pointing to a spot on the screen. He shifted his gaze from her soft flesh to the spot indicated. “The closest hanger bay is here but we need to get past the officers quarters to reach it. The other alternative is this bay on level 4 but that’s on the other side of the ship and 3 levels down.” She shook her head, “either way we’re screwed.”
Riddick grunted and studied the screen for a moment. Finally he smirked, “Not necessarily.”
She looked up at him questioningly.
“Remember who you’re talking to. I’ve escaped from triple max slams. This ship won’t be a problem. Stay close and follow my lead”
___________
“Where the fuck’s my uniform? God damn it Sara did you forget to wash my uniform again?”
“What? Don’t you talk to me like that Harold.” Sara yelled at him from the other room. “Your uniform is right there in the locker next to mine.”
“The hell it is woman.” Harold replied, scanning the empty locker. “What have you been smoking? You been in my stash again?”
Hoisting the bulging knapsack over his shoulder and pulling the cap down over his goggles, Riddick slipped silently out the door. Striding purposefully along the corridor, he quickly became just another anonymous grey uniform with a place to be and a job to do.
______________
Standing in the brightly lit corridor, the Captain stared at the uncooperative door to his quarters. He had been trying to get it open unsuccessfully for some time and was relieved to see the two maintenance workers come along. He had immediately stopped them and ordered them to rectify the problem.
“How long will it take to fix it?” The Captain asked impatiently.
The maintenance worker had half his body in the service alcove behind the corridor wall. The panel that had been removed leaned precariously against the wall next to an open toolbox with its contents spilling over the sides.
“Circuit’s fused, manual override’s shot, needs to be completely rewired.” His muffled voice answered from the shadows. “I dunno a couple of days maybe, if I can get the parts.”
“A couple of days?” the Captain was incredulous.
“At least,” the voice in the dark conceded. “Pass me the pliers.”
His hand reached out waiting for his request to be filled. Carefully hiding her face beneath her cap, the second maintenance worker rummaged through the tools until she found what she was looking for and placed the pliers in his outstretched hand. Noticing the grease on her hands she sniffed and wiped the perspiration off her face, leaving a dark smudge in its place obscuring her features.
The Captain absently admired her curves, disappointed that he couldn’t invite her in any time soon. “And until then I can’t get into my quarters?” It was more a statement than a question, one that he wasn’t looking forward to hearing the answer to.
The maintenance worker half leaned out of the alcove, his face still partially concealed in the shadows. “What can I tell you?” he stated wiping his hands on a rag, “wiring couldn’t care less that you’re the Captain.”
“Hmm,’ he snorted. “Make it your priority.”
He couldn’t believe the irony of it all; a state of the art ship only recently refurbished and something as stupid as wiring was keeping him, the Captain, out of his own quarters.
The blaring alarm filled the relative silence of the corridor capturing everyone’s attention. The two maintenance workers exchanged glances then quickly returned to their work as the XO came running around the corner.
“Report!”
“Captain, Riddick and the woman have escaped.”
“What?” he yelled. “That monster is loose on my ship? Find them. Kill Riddick if you have to but bring me the girl. I don’t want her hurt. She is way too valuable. That woman is the key.”
“Aye Captain,” he saluted and they both started hurrying down the hallway towards the command centre. “What’s wrong with your quarters Captain?”
“Door’s jammed. I guess I’ll be bunking with you for the next few days.” He looked up at the red flashing lights, “Damn it somebody turn that alarm off!”
Pulling himself out of the shadowy alcove Riddick glared after them until they disappeared around a corner. Tilting his head to the side he levelled his gaze on his companion re-examining his knowledge of her.
“Way too valuable? What does he mean that you’re the key?”
“Hell if I know.” She shrugged in confusion. “Probably got me confused with someone else.” Noticing his darkened features she smiled. “Oh what’s wrong?” she cooed. “Is the mighty Richard B. Riddick pissed that he is no longer the top of the most wanted list?”
He glowered at her. Scanning the corridor he leaned back into the alcove and pressed three concealed wires together behind the panelling. The door hissed open.
“Get that ass inside,” he ordered.
Hobbling past him she traced her fingers across his abs before looking up at him through her long dark lashes. Smiling, she blew him a kiss then moved into the room. He watched her limp across the floor noticing how the too loose grey uniform did little to hide her assets. A low growl escaped from his throat as he stepped into the room, the door hissing closed and locking behind him.
She transferred her weight onto her twisted ankle and inhaled sharply, “No.” She shook her head.
Riddick grunted in disappointment and looked around the room. The unconscious guard was safely locked in the cell. They had taken possession of the security card, cash and weapons from the cabinet and Riddick’s goggles had returned to their rightful place protecting his supersensitive eyes.
“We’ll need to hole up somewhere then.”
“What about here?” she asked smirking. “We could put loverboy back on his bunk and pretend that nothing happened. Confuse the hell out of him for a while.”
Riddick laughed. “Now that would be funny but how are you going to explain the cut on your lip, your ankle or that ripped top?”
“Hmm, true” she conceded. “Did you really have to ruin my favourite top?” she asked.
“It was either your top or your hair,” he stated matter-of-factly then glancing down at her breasts he smirked, “Besides, it looks better that way.”
“Yea, right,” she replied, fingering the tattered material that until recently covered her lace bra.
“Sexy,” his voice smouldered making her tingle.
“Sexy is conspicuous,” she replied, brushing past him, “which is exactly what we don’t need right now.”
He smiled wickedly. “If you say so.”
Standing in front of the computer console, she tried to reign in her rampant emotions and focus on finding a way out. Her fingers tapped at the keys and numerous diagrams flashed across the screen. Finally she found the one she was after.
“According to the schematics, we are here,” she said pointing to a spot on the screen. He shifted his gaze from her soft flesh to the spot indicated. “The closest hanger bay is here but we need to get past the officers quarters to reach it. The other alternative is this bay on level 4 but that’s on the other side of the ship and 3 levels down.” She shook her head, “either way we’re screwed.”
Riddick grunted and studied the screen for a moment. Finally he smirked, “Not necessarily.”
She looked up at him questioningly.
“Remember who you’re talking to. I’ve escaped from triple max slams. This ship won’t be a problem. Stay close and follow my lead”
___________
“Where the fuck’s my uniform? God damn it Sara did you forget to wash my uniform again?”
“What? Don’t you talk to me like that Harold.” Sara yelled at him from the other room. “Your uniform is right there in the locker next to mine.”
“The hell it is woman.” Harold replied, scanning the empty locker. “What have you been smoking? You been in my stash again?”
Hoisting the bulging knapsack over his shoulder and pulling the cap down over his goggles, Riddick slipped silently out the door. Striding purposefully along the corridor, he quickly became just another anonymous grey uniform with a place to be and a job to do.
______________
Standing in the brightly lit corridor, the Captain stared at the uncooperative door to his quarters. He had been trying to get it open unsuccessfully for some time and was relieved to see the two maintenance workers come along. He had immediately stopped them and ordered them to rectify the problem.
“How long will it take to fix it?” The Captain asked impatiently.
The maintenance worker had half his body in the service alcove behind the corridor wall. The panel that had been removed leaned precariously against the wall next to an open toolbox with its contents spilling over the sides.
“Circuit’s fused, manual override’s shot, needs to be completely rewired.” His muffled voice answered from the shadows. “I dunno a couple of days maybe, if I can get the parts.”
“A couple of days?” the Captain was incredulous.
“At least,” the voice in the dark conceded. “Pass me the pliers.”
His hand reached out waiting for his request to be filled. Carefully hiding her face beneath her cap, the second maintenance worker rummaged through the tools until she found what she was looking for and placed the pliers in his outstretched hand. Noticing the grease on her hands she sniffed and wiped the perspiration off her face, leaving a dark smudge in its place obscuring her features.
The Captain absently admired her curves, disappointed that he couldn’t invite her in any time soon. “And until then I can’t get into my quarters?” It was more a statement than a question, one that he wasn’t looking forward to hearing the answer to.
The maintenance worker half leaned out of the alcove, his face still partially concealed in the shadows. “What can I tell you?” he stated wiping his hands on a rag, “wiring couldn’t care less that you’re the Captain.”
“Hmm,’ he snorted. “Make it your priority.”
He couldn’t believe the irony of it all; a state of the art ship only recently refurbished and something as stupid as wiring was keeping him, the Captain, out of his own quarters.
The blaring alarm filled the relative silence of the corridor capturing everyone’s attention. The two maintenance workers exchanged glances then quickly returned to their work as the XO came running around the corner.
“Report!”
“Captain, Riddick and the woman have escaped.”
“What?” he yelled. “That monster is loose on my ship? Find them. Kill Riddick if you have to but bring me the girl. I don’t want her hurt. She is way too valuable. That woman is the key.”
“Aye Captain,” he saluted and they both started hurrying down the hallway towards the command centre. “What’s wrong with your quarters Captain?”
“Door’s jammed. I guess I’ll be bunking with you for the next few days.” He looked up at the red flashing lights, “Damn it somebody turn that alarm off!”
Pulling himself out of the shadowy alcove Riddick glared after them until they disappeared around a corner. Tilting his head to the side he levelled his gaze on his companion re-examining his knowledge of her.
“Way too valuable? What does he mean that you’re the key?”
“Hell if I know.” She shrugged in confusion. “Probably got me confused with someone else.” Noticing his darkened features she smiled. “Oh what’s wrong?” she cooed. “Is the mighty Richard B. Riddick pissed that he is no longer the top of the most wanted list?”
He glowered at her. Scanning the corridor he leaned back into the alcove and pressed three concealed wires together behind the panelling. The door hissed open.
“Get that ass inside,” he ordered.
Hobbling past him she traced her fingers across his abs before looking up at him through her long dark lashes. Smiling, she blew him a kiss then moved into the room. He watched her limp across the floor noticing how the too loose grey uniform did little to hide her assets. A low growl escaped from his throat as he stepped into the room, the door hissing closed and locking behind him.