Riddick AU

[wasteland_101]

[The world was fucked. There was a reason why no one went there anymore. Something happened a couple hundred cycles ago that left a lot of the planet simply unlivable, yet the people that had no choice but to stay had managed to survive despite the harsh climate, all of the radiation, and all of the mutated wildlife.

Small settlements managed to thrive in places where grand cities once stood. Ruined buildings could be seen, each one hiding unknown creatures or people. Those that managed to survive on this harsh world weren't without their scars.

One particular survivor was having a hell of a time. She stood in the middle of a small gang of large angry men. She was alone, save for a canine looking creature that was letting out a low growl. The woman looked like a lot of the other survivors. Dirty and scarred. Unlike the men that surrounded her, she looked cocky and sure of herself and not pissed off. She was carrying multiple visible weapons. Firearms by the looks of them. She had a small gun strapped to her right leg and a shotgun and rifle on her back. Who knows what kinds of blades she might have on her. Scars trailed up her visible right arm, claw marks, thin knife marks, burns and even some projectile holes. It was amazing that she had any use of her right hand at all. A wicked set of claw marks circled her wrist.]

Look. Are you going to actually do something? Or can I go take a nap?

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[wasteland_101]

Something's going to get me eventually. I'm not bulletproof. Or clawproof.

[The scars on her visible forearm are proof enough of that. The other arm was covered with a large computer like device. She prods at it for a moment, pulling up a map of the area.]

The Citadel isn't that far away. I've actually been making my way there. Got something they want and Lyons owes me.

[She's not carrying a bag, so the thing she's talking about must be in one of the pouches she has on her belt. She looks up at the sky for a moment. And this Lyons person sounded important.] It's going to be dark soon. We should be able to get to the brotherhood within a day, but its a pain in the ass to travel at night.

[She didn't say it was dangerous, just a pain in the ass. She pointed to a settlement in the distance.] I've got a place there we can spend the night at. Maybe even get cleaned up.

[She lets out a small whistle and the dog begins to follow her.]

You got a name, stranger?

[survivorship]

[ Just like that? A day out and she's headed in the same direction? With connections and everything? Well, if ever there was a way to actually make a guy paranoid, that'd be it. She can't be that fucking helpful, can she? There's no way. Altruistic types never last long. They either die quick, or live long enough to become that which they champion against. Just ask Riddick how he knows-- because no one who's smart enough to get scars like hers could be stupid enough to take one look at him and not assume he was more trouble than he was worth.

That's the rub, he decides, squinting at her back from behind his goggles.

She is smarter than that. She's got to be, right?

How interesting. ]

Riddick. Richard B. Riddick.

[ He doesn't ask her name. She'll probably get the feeling he doesn't ask a lot questions. He could have told her anything else, but he likes to make it a game of cat and wolf for Johns. It's also a backup plan, in the off chance Angel happens to cross paths with that blue-eyed devil. Could be for the worse for her, or Johns, or even a lucky break for him to steal a ship. Who knows! Either way, curiosity has him by the jugular.

Riddick follows. If for no other reason than to at least get cleaned up if at all possible. He prefers the dark, and could navigate just fine alone, pain in the ass or not. But just how much? Angel doesn't need to know yet.

Say, riddle me this, mm? If you've got something they want and an in with some who's-who, what's in it for me to stick around? You're not striking me as complete fucking idiot. Not like these sad sacks of shit. [ A kick to one of the bodies as they pass by. ] What do you get out of my exceptional company?

[ What's your angle? in other words. ]

[wasteland_101]

A bit of company. Usually it's just me and my buddy over here.

[She scratches the dog between the ears.] And the caps are worth it. I can tell that you're not from around here. I've been wandering these wastes for several solar cycles now and I haven't seen anyone like you. I'm also honestly surprised I'm still breathing.

[She's silent for a few minutes as she thinks of how to tell him about how she actually knew Lyons and the brotherhood. It's a bit of a story.]

Lyons knew my father before the Enclave killed him. He was the one with the connections. I just inherited them. As for the thing that they want, I just happen to find it scrounging around for scrap. There isn't a lot to do around this planet and I can't sit still for longer than a day or two.

[It almost seems that she's got a bit of a split personality. The cockiness that was there during her fight with the raiders had faded away to a mostly quiet and naïve girl. At least that's what appears to be. There's something behind her bright blue eyes though. She has seen and gone through a lot in her rather short life.]

You're probably one of the most dangerous things in this wasteland right now, Riddick. You didn't bat an eye when I dropped the raiders and you know your way around a dead body. If you really wanted me dead I'd already be dead.

[survivorship]

Family drama, too? Now it's just getting good.

[ It's said with a loud snap of the gum he's chewing. Gives Riddick time to turn things over in his mind. After all, it's not like he particularly expected her to be bothered by some dead bodies, let alone flinch much. She's alive. It'd be stupid to flinch now. ]

As for the most dangerous... I'd like to see what those-- what'd you call them? Deathclaws? [ A snort, straightening out the jacket he's got now and picking up his face to follow this split-personality chick close enough that if there were surprises, they'd have both their sixes covered fairly easily. ] Those sound like a fun challenge.

[ Does Riddick mean it? Absolutely. ]

Well, if your aim was to convince me before walking into enemy territory-- I'm convinced. For now. Besides, I think I'm getting invested into whatever tella novella you got going on here. How far is this place of yours?

[ He couldn't say for sure if that thing behind those eyes of hers was worth the curiosity just yet, but it's mutually beneficial at the moment. Her with her dog, and with with nothing to lose. Not the worst situation Riddick's ever been in. ]