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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,315
Reviews:
10
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.
Semi-Peaceful Interlude
Sorry about the delay, everybody! Just had arm surgery. Expect to see a couple more chapters up in the next few days...Things are just about to get exciting!
To all my reviewers and readers- THANKS!
The day he had discovered the blood caked weaponry in the Lord Marshal’s chambers was the day he went against everything the Necromonger faith had drilled into since he was just a child. The Second Commander had been waiting for a private meeting with his Lord which, according to First Commander Vaako, was of deathly importance. The Lord Marshal had kept him waiting in the outer chambers, though- and out of boredom, the man had found himself peering into some of the darkest shadows of the room.
He had found the tools of butchery hidden away under a floor plate that rattled when he stepped on it. The Second Commander was an intelligent man, and had served under the previous Lord Marshal long before Vaako had even been Converted- so when he pieced together the disappearances with the bloody tools in his Lord Marshal’s chambers, he knew that something had to be done.
He had quickly replaced the plate, once again covering up the sickening weapons, as both the Lord Marshal and Commander Vaako entered, clearly ready to begin the little meeting. He hadn’t heard a word of it, of course, mind too busy roiling over the rapid conclusions he had come to. Vaako was most certainly unaware of what was transpiring under his nose- the Second Commander had a great respect for Vaako, and if his higher up had had ANY idea of the butchery taking place next door, something would have been done already.
Clearly, the Lord Marshal was little more than a sick animal. All Furyans were, no doubt- the Second Commander remembered the previous Lord Marshal’s attempts to convert the beasts- always, they either died form the enforced starvation, or rebelled and lashed out against their saviors. The filthy mongrels simply had to be put down, there had been no other way. And the new Lord Marshal, he could see now, was no exception.
It took him a a few more hours into that wretched day to realize what great danger Vaako was in. He had, of course, heard stories of the Furyan beasts toying with their prey before the slaughter- clearly, the First Commander was next on the horrible menu. He had no idea! He stood by the Furyan, not seeing anything beyond his timely promotion and the Lord’s clear favoring of him. Like an innocent child, trying to befriend the rabid dog.
Then, of course, was when the Second Commander knew he would have to put the Furyan down. There was no other option- everyone’s lives were in danger as long as the creature lived. He liked to think he was doing it for Vaako.
***
Riddick had noticed an odd manor about the Second Commander, the first time he’d officially met him. He’d even asked Vaako about the man- but Vaako assured him the man was perfectly loyal, simply a little awed by his presence. Riddick trusted his judgement on the matter, and let it be.
He had grown to like the smaller, fiercely independent Vaako. The man was loyal to a fault, yes, but he was also one of the few people unafraid to give him his own opinion. It had proven invaluable over the past few weeks, as Riddick worked the vast changes on the Necromonger society. If there was one thing Vaako understood better than anybody else, it was the workings of Riddick’s “followers”.
And now that he was fed on a regular basis, he found himself much more capable of bearing down like a Lord Marshal should. The end of all Purifying had only been the beginning, of course! Riddick found himself even a little excited over the future prospects of his title- and of course, Vaako always seemed to be there, keeping things in perspective for him.
Just before the meeting with the Second Commander, Riddick had even managed to convince Vaako to hold a piece of his latest kill while he prepared lunch. If ever there was a time when Riddick was content, it was now. And Vaako seemed to be enjoying his position as well- despite the odd hours and occasional messes he had to clean up. Literally and figuratively. Riddick found he enjoyed watching the First Commander- quite an odd realization, for the once stoically solitary Furyan. Yes, things were changing.
And for Vaako, too. He had grown to enjoy his time advising and helping his Lord Marshal- Riddick, as he’d been instructed to call him, from now on. He was bothered less and less by the occasional bloody mess he walked in on. And of course, anything was better than staying in his own rooms to be constantly harassed by his Dame. He was fairly certain the woman had tired of him and simply kept him around to enjoy her elevated status as First Commander’s Dame. Oh well. He only kept her around because she was very pleasant on the eye.
***
When Riddick was happy, Jack was happy. Actually, Jack was just always happy. But seeing her Big Bad keeping someone else’s company for a change was just so thrilling. Oh, and it freed her up to go keep some company of her own.
She had become a regular fixture in the Central Control Room. Most of the Necros just ignored her unless she asked a direct question. She had a feeling everyone was still reeling from the lack of Purifying. Suddenly, people realized they couldn’t physically stay up for days on end, and that they had to take lunch breaks, and that sex was about twenty times more fun now that they could FEEL things. It was hilarious.
She couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the controlling of the ship- the reason she came so often was to see the Second Captain. Oh yes, the Second Captain. The Second Captain, who, like everybody, was still defrosting and failed to notice any flirtations or smiles or jokes. Even Vaako, she thought, was less of a stiff than her little crush.
But the man really was charming. Unbearably shy, at times- though compared to Jack, everyone was shy. She tried to woo him anyways, using all of her…womanly wiles. The first time she got a smile out of him was when she had carried a baby Hellhound down to the Bridge with her and let it run underfoot. It had been a really grand day, in her opinion.
Riddick, of course, managed to terrify the poor man, even on his good days. She knew her big hero tended to think the Second Captain was an idiot- he always turned into a stuttering, mumbling, shivering, clumsy little shadow every time he was around. Really, he wasn’t that terrifying! She had even managed to convince Riddick to smile once in a while when around the poor Captain- it only seemed to scare the man even more.
She just couldn’t fathom why.
***
Things were changing aboard the ship- and quite rapidly. Riddick finally seemed to be taking the reins- and he couldn’t do it without Vaako’s unyielding help. And Jack was finding her own little niche- for once without much help from her Big Bad. And the Second Captain was going to have a heart attack once of these days. And the Second Commander was going to mess everything up.
To all my reviewers and readers- THANKS!
The day he had discovered the blood caked weaponry in the Lord Marshal’s chambers was the day he went against everything the Necromonger faith had drilled into since he was just a child. The Second Commander had been waiting for a private meeting with his Lord which, according to First Commander Vaako, was of deathly importance. The Lord Marshal had kept him waiting in the outer chambers, though- and out of boredom, the man had found himself peering into some of the darkest shadows of the room.
He had found the tools of butchery hidden away under a floor plate that rattled when he stepped on it. The Second Commander was an intelligent man, and had served under the previous Lord Marshal long before Vaako had even been Converted- so when he pieced together the disappearances with the bloody tools in his Lord Marshal’s chambers, he knew that something had to be done.
He had quickly replaced the plate, once again covering up the sickening weapons, as both the Lord Marshal and Commander Vaako entered, clearly ready to begin the little meeting. He hadn’t heard a word of it, of course, mind too busy roiling over the rapid conclusions he had come to. Vaako was most certainly unaware of what was transpiring under his nose- the Second Commander had a great respect for Vaako, and if his higher up had had ANY idea of the butchery taking place next door, something would have been done already.
Clearly, the Lord Marshal was little more than a sick animal. All Furyans were, no doubt- the Second Commander remembered the previous Lord Marshal’s attempts to convert the beasts- always, they either died form the enforced starvation, or rebelled and lashed out against their saviors. The filthy mongrels simply had to be put down, there had been no other way. And the new Lord Marshal, he could see now, was no exception.
It took him a a few more hours into that wretched day to realize what great danger Vaako was in. He had, of course, heard stories of the Furyan beasts toying with their prey before the slaughter- clearly, the First Commander was next on the horrible menu. He had no idea! He stood by the Furyan, not seeing anything beyond his timely promotion and the Lord’s clear favoring of him. Like an innocent child, trying to befriend the rabid dog.
Then, of course, was when the Second Commander knew he would have to put the Furyan down. There was no other option- everyone’s lives were in danger as long as the creature lived. He liked to think he was doing it for Vaako.
***
Riddick had noticed an odd manor about the Second Commander, the first time he’d officially met him. He’d even asked Vaako about the man- but Vaako assured him the man was perfectly loyal, simply a little awed by his presence. Riddick trusted his judgement on the matter, and let it be.
He had grown to like the smaller, fiercely independent Vaako. The man was loyal to a fault, yes, but he was also one of the few people unafraid to give him his own opinion. It had proven invaluable over the past few weeks, as Riddick worked the vast changes on the Necromonger society. If there was one thing Vaako understood better than anybody else, it was the workings of Riddick’s “followers”.
And now that he was fed on a regular basis, he found himself much more capable of bearing down like a Lord Marshal should. The end of all Purifying had only been the beginning, of course! Riddick found himself even a little excited over the future prospects of his title- and of course, Vaako always seemed to be there, keeping things in perspective for him.
Just before the meeting with the Second Commander, Riddick had even managed to convince Vaako to hold a piece of his latest kill while he prepared lunch. If ever there was a time when Riddick was content, it was now. And Vaako seemed to be enjoying his position as well- despite the odd hours and occasional messes he had to clean up. Literally and figuratively. Riddick found he enjoyed watching the First Commander- quite an odd realization, for the once stoically solitary Furyan. Yes, things were changing.
And for Vaako, too. He had grown to enjoy his time advising and helping his Lord Marshal- Riddick, as he’d been instructed to call him, from now on. He was bothered less and less by the occasional bloody mess he walked in on. And of course, anything was better than staying in his own rooms to be constantly harassed by his Dame. He was fairly certain the woman had tired of him and simply kept him around to enjoy her elevated status as First Commander’s Dame. Oh well. He only kept her around because she was very pleasant on the eye.
***
When Riddick was happy, Jack was happy. Actually, Jack was just always happy. But seeing her Big Bad keeping someone else’s company for a change was just so thrilling. Oh, and it freed her up to go keep some company of her own.
She had become a regular fixture in the Central Control Room. Most of the Necros just ignored her unless she asked a direct question. She had a feeling everyone was still reeling from the lack of Purifying. Suddenly, people realized they couldn’t physically stay up for days on end, and that they had to take lunch breaks, and that sex was about twenty times more fun now that they could FEEL things. It was hilarious.
She couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the controlling of the ship- the reason she came so often was to see the Second Captain. Oh yes, the Second Captain. The Second Captain, who, like everybody, was still defrosting and failed to notice any flirtations or smiles or jokes. Even Vaako, she thought, was less of a stiff than her little crush.
But the man really was charming. Unbearably shy, at times- though compared to Jack, everyone was shy. She tried to woo him anyways, using all of her…womanly wiles. The first time she got a smile out of him was when she had carried a baby Hellhound down to the Bridge with her and let it run underfoot. It had been a really grand day, in her opinion.
Riddick, of course, managed to terrify the poor man, even on his good days. She knew her big hero tended to think the Second Captain was an idiot- he always turned into a stuttering, mumbling, shivering, clumsy little shadow every time he was around. Really, he wasn’t that terrifying! She had even managed to convince Riddick to smile once in a while when around the poor Captain- it only seemed to scare the man even more.
She just couldn’t fathom why.
***
Things were changing aboard the ship- and quite rapidly. Riddick finally seemed to be taking the reins- and he couldn’t do it without Vaako’s unyielding help. And Jack was finding her own little niche- for once without much help from her Big Bad. And the Second Captain was going to have a heart attack once of these days. And the Second Commander was going to mess everything up.