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When Levana next opened her eyes, it was to catch a glimpse of Riddick’s back disappearing through the door that had somehow swung wide open. She heard shouting, and gunfire, and then an ominous silence. It took her a moment to wake up fully, and when she did she leapt to her feet and raced to the doorway, peering out into the corridor. Bodies of the guards unfortunate enough to have been on duty in this section today littered the floor, and Levana saw her chance to run and took it.
There was no sign of her ex-cellmate anywhere beyond the trail of dead bodies, and Levana assumed that this was most certainly not the first time he had broken out of a prison. Once she made it to the docking bay of the prison, it was almost too easy to hijack a small transport ship that shockingly had light-speed capabilities. The young thief couldn’t help but grin with unsuppressed glee at her nearly effortless escape. She set the coordinates for a small, nearly uninhabited planet in a direction opposite from where she had lived before being imprisoned.
As she settled into the pilot’s chair, she couldn’t help but muse about Riddick. The convict had had every chance to kill her, yet time and time again he spared her life. He hadn’t raped her, hadn’t even seemed to consider it. Who was this man?
She continued to think about him even as she unknowingly traveled in the direction of an extremely dangerous and rapidly growing threat. The threat was moving slowly but surely toward the Helion system, although it wasn’t likely to get that far for another couple of years. And in her small, swift little star-jumper ship, Levana was headed all too quickly directly into the path of the Necromonger fleet.
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Flying to a frozen moon near to the Helion system was Levana’s ex-cellmate. The mercs had found him entirely too easily when he had tried to blend in on an inhabited planet, so now he decided to hide out somewhere that was entirely uninhabited. Originally, he had not planned to stay where he had told the Imam he might go, but now it seemed to be the best option available. He would just have to trust that the man would not betray him.
Riddick found his thoughts wandering to the young thief who had so willingly helped him, and he hoped that she, like Jack, would be safer without him around. When the convict finally arrived at his destination, his first thought was, ‘Well, this is gonna be cold.’
The End