Guilty as Cyn
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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,578
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Guilty as Cyn
Title: Guilty as Cyn
Author: Alaira
Feedback: desired. Please leave a note saying whatcha thought of it…
Betas: Thankies to Kitty for being my all around pal and beta, and spell check and so much else
Disclaimer: I don’t own Riddick or his universe, but I have so much fun playing there….
Sure, Cyn had read about him. Big guy, strong, and one hell of a killer, least that was what all the mercs who had been on her tail said when they saw his name flash across their computers. The files she had read said so too, add to that the fact that he was trained by the military to be a killer, and pretty damned smart to boot.
But none of the mercs she had encountered thought the price on his head was worth their lives. Small timers, she had lost count of the number of times she had allowed herself to be caught by their kind. She had a pretty good price on her own head, so they were always thrilled to hear what an easy catch she was rumored to be. If they weren’t so greedy, or showed a bit more brains, they’d have looked into why, each time her name came up, the price on her head had increased.
Much as they were wanting to use her to pay their lot in life, she had her own uses for them. She had done it every time. Her innocent smile and small frame was deceiving. Behind her gray eyes was a bright, if somewhat warped, mind. The fact that the majority of merc crews were men helped her.
That was what had gotten her this far, as well as getting her wanted in the first place. She had started off a small time thief, stealing jewelry here and there, increasing to steal a small hopper or two. Then there was the guy who thought he’d outsmart her. Hadn’t worked. She could pride herself on that, and the fact that none of the people she’d killed were innocent. She’d never kill a child, or a woman who didn’t attack her first. Men however, they often had it coming.
Her first kill was a guy like that. He thought he was smarter, stronger, and all around better then her. She had just intended to hitch a ride with him to the next planet, and steal something there, but he had other plans. He had been nice when he’d let her onto his ship, saying they’d settle the “bill” later. She figured she’d skip out the moment they landed, slip into the crowds, and get away. He had other plans.
He had underestimated her, and the result was messy. She didn’t dislike men, as long as they didn’t try to push her in any way she didn’t already intend on going. She wasn’t averse to sleeping with them to get what she wanted either, heck, she’d even let them go with their lives if they’d pleased her enough. She’d had very few reasons to deal with women in a similar manner, so there were only one or two on her list, those were from bar fights over a man.
That was another reason she was glad that most merc crews were men. Every time one of those crews caught her, she’d sweet talk her way out of her cuffs for one reason or another, and she wasn’t above using any means necessary. Then she was off. By the time she was done, all of them were dead, their bodies tossed out an airlock or stashed in some cargo compartment, and she was free again. Least it had worked until this last time.
Somehow her luck had run out and she had been caught by an all woman crew. To top it off, their boss was smart enough to read all of her files. She’d been stuck in some cramped cabin with chains and cuffs for the trip. That was how she had come to be on Crematoria.
She had no doubt she’d find her way out of the prison, but for the time being she was making her place and laying low. She’d made a few “allies” and had bought herself peace from the guards, she’d settled in pretty well. She was merely biding her time, least that had been her idea until he got there.
She was perched on a ledge that only a couple other “residents” could reach, and only one ever used it besides herself. That person was Kyra. She had a grudging respect for the younger woman, though she knew that her youthful enthusiasm for violence would be tempered if she got out of the hellhole they all were in. Meanwhile though, Kyra was perched on a ledge across from her, eyes locked on a hole where a dark clothed figure was being lowered on the winch.
“Interesting,” Cyn murmured to herself as she mentally made note of the girl’s reaction to the man being lowered into their holes. She watched Kyra slip into a crevasse behind her, disappearing into the darkness there.
About then, the man reached eye level, where the rope stopped. Cyn took the moment to look him over, sizing him up, ascertaining whether or not he’d be any sort of threat to her. It was then she realized that she knew who the man was, and that unless she was really reckless and stupid, he wouldn’t be a problem.
That moment was all it took for him to free himself, breaking the manacles that were holding his arms above his head. He dropped the short distance to the ground, landing on his feet with a cat-like grace.
“Hmm….got good boots…crawlers’ll want…”
Before she could finish that thought, crawlers had indeed reacted, but Riddick was faster, and before a count of five, had knocked out two of them. The third stood with his hands clutching his throat, his weapon at his feet. Both Riddick and Cyn followed the chain to its source with their eyes. From where she sat, Cyn could tell what he could not. While she could not see the whole person, the head of fairly long wavy hair gave it away to her.
“Kyra, I wonder why you did that?” She mused to herself as she slipped from her perch. She caught the tail end of Guv’s conversation with Riddick as she descended. “Just passing through? Looks like things just got a lot more interesting around here.”
Author: Alaira
Feedback: desired. Please leave a note saying whatcha thought of it…
Betas: Thankies to Kitty for being my all around pal and beta, and spell check and so much else
Disclaimer: I don’t own Riddick or his universe, but I have so much fun playing there….
Sure, Cyn had read about him. Big guy, strong, and one hell of a killer, least that was what all the mercs who had been on her tail said when they saw his name flash across their computers. The files she had read said so too, add to that the fact that he was trained by the military to be a killer, and pretty damned smart to boot.
But none of the mercs she had encountered thought the price on his head was worth their lives. Small timers, she had lost count of the number of times she had allowed herself to be caught by their kind. She had a pretty good price on her own head, so they were always thrilled to hear what an easy catch she was rumored to be. If they weren’t so greedy, or showed a bit more brains, they’d have looked into why, each time her name came up, the price on her head had increased.
Much as they were wanting to use her to pay their lot in life, she had her own uses for them. She had done it every time. Her innocent smile and small frame was deceiving. Behind her gray eyes was a bright, if somewhat warped, mind. The fact that the majority of merc crews were men helped her.
That was what had gotten her this far, as well as getting her wanted in the first place. She had started off a small time thief, stealing jewelry here and there, increasing to steal a small hopper or two. Then there was the guy who thought he’d outsmart her. Hadn’t worked. She could pride herself on that, and the fact that none of the people she’d killed were innocent. She’d never kill a child, or a woman who didn’t attack her first. Men however, they often had it coming.
Her first kill was a guy like that. He thought he was smarter, stronger, and all around better then her. She had just intended to hitch a ride with him to the next planet, and steal something there, but he had other plans. He had been nice when he’d let her onto his ship, saying they’d settle the “bill” later. She figured she’d skip out the moment they landed, slip into the crowds, and get away. He had other plans.
He had underestimated her, and the result was messy. She didn’t dislike men, as long as they didn’t try to push her in any way she didn’t already intend on going. She wasn’t averse to sleeping with them to get what she wanted either, heck, she’d even let them go with their lives if they’d pleased her enough. She’d had very few reasons to deal with women in a similar manner, so there were only one or two on her list, those were from bar fights over a man.
That was another reason she was glad that most merc crews were men. Every time one of those crews caught her, she’d sweet talk her way out of her cuffs for one reason or another, and she wasn’t above using any means necessary. Then she was off. By the time she was done, all of them were dead, their bodies tossed out an airlock or stashed in some cargo compartment, and she was free again. Least it had worked until this last time.
Somehow her luck had run out and she had been caught by an all woman crew. To top it off, their boss was smart enough to read all of her files. She’d been stuck in some cramped cabin with chains and cuffs for the trip. That was how she had come to be on Crematoria.
She had no doubt she’d find her way out of the prison, but for the time being she was making her place and laying low. She’d made a few “allies” and had bought herself peace from the guards, she’d settled in pretty well. She was merely biding her time, least that had been her idea until he got there.
She was perched on a ledge that only a couple other “residents” could reach, and only one ever used it besides herself. That person was Kyra. She had a grudging respect for the younger woman, though she knew that her youthful enthusiasm for violence would be tempered if she got out of the hellhole they all were in. Meanwhile though, Kyra was perched on a ledge across from her, eyes locked on a hole where a dark clothed figure was being lowered on the winch.
“Interesting,” Cyn murmured to herself as she mentally made note of the girl’s reaction to the man being lowered into their holes. She watched Kyra slip into a crevasse behind her, disappearing into the darkness there.
About then, the man reached eye level, where the rope stopped. Cyn took the moment to look him over, sizing him up, ascertaining whether or not he’d be any sort of threat to her. It was then she realized that she knew who the man was, and that unless she was really reckless and stupid, he wouldn’t be a problem.
That moment was all it took for him to free himself, breaking the manacles that were holding his arms above his head. He dropped the short distance to the ground, landing on his feet with a cat-like grace.
“Hmm….got good boots…crawlers’ll want…”
Before she could finish that thought, crawlers had indeed reacted, but Riddick was faster, and before a count of five, had knocked out two of them. The third stood with his hands clutching his throat, his weapon at his feet. Both Riddick and Cyn followed the chain to its source with their eyes. From where she sat, Cyn could tell what he could not. While she could not see the whole person, the head of fairly long wavy hair gave it away to her.
“Kyra, I wonder why you did that?” She mused to herself as she slipped from her perch. She caught the tail end of Guv’s conversation with Riddick as she descended. “Just passing through? Looks like things just got a lot more interesting around here.”