Okay this is my first attempt at a Riddick story set after the latest film please let me know what you think should I keep on with it or is it not worth bothering with.

Sadly I don't own Riddick or any of the films in this series just having a little fun playing in his worlds.

It's the human thing to do

The ship came in hard, ploughing up the ground splitting into pieces as it did so, it came to rest eventually the largest piece rocking on the precipice of a cliff. For a while there was a blessed silence and then the metal began to groan, finally a hand pushed some of the debris away and slowly a man began to emerge. He was big and not just in the sense that he was tall, about six feet in height to be exact, it was his presence he seemed to fill the world around him. His body looked hard and fit and he gave off a dangerous vibe. Staggering away from the crash site he held a hand to his shaven and bleeding head, the crash would probably have killed a lesser man but he was still alive. Instinct had him moving trying to scout out the area to know where he was and what his options might be. A cold wind blew over him making him stager slightly with its ferocity, as it whipped up particles of sand and drove them into his body making him his as it abraded his uncovered flesh. His eyes were mercifully protected by dark welding goggles and though the light was dim he seemed to make his way across the sand well enough. His destination was the cliffs in front of him where he would hopefully find a cave and shelter from the wind and sand. Though he tried to make his way in a straight line he weaved slightly as the loss of blood sapped his strength. He began to wonder if this time his seemingly endless luck had run out, if this time he wasn't going to make it, if death had finally come to claim him. The edges of his vision began to blur and it felt as if the sand beneath his foot was shifting without help from the wind. He was off balance when something hit him in the side and unable to help himself he fell with the weight as he felt a sharp stinging pain in his ankle and then his already injured head hit the ground and he knew no more.

The figure that had knocked him to the side and gazed down at him before, with some difficulty loading him onto a travois and pulling him away towards the direction of the cliffs. The figures progress was slow and had not so much to do with the load but the fact that it stopped periodically to cast stones in front of them watching the way the sand moved and erupted. There course seemed to be dictated by those cast stones, as they manoeuvred around seemingly empty stretches of the planet surface. Finally though the figure and its burden reached a cave entrance and seemed to relax slightly, as with a tired sigh the man and the travois were dragged into the cave and to what could only be a bed laid out on the cave floor. The unconscious man was soon wrestled onto the bed and his rescuer began to tend to him not the head wound as one would have expected but rather wrestling off one of his boots and socks and rolling up his pants leg. This done two nasty puncture wounds were revealed a little dried blood around them, the figure hurried to fetch water and bathed the wounds before apply what looked like a poultice to the tiny wounds before turning attention to the more obvious head wound the blood was cleaned away and the gash in the golden skin dressed. The rescuer frowned as sweat began to form on the man's brow and a quick swipe of a hand revealed that the man was already feverish, however satisfied there was little more to be done the figure covered him over and turned to stoke up a fire that was burning at a make shift hearth. Tugging at the travois again a carcass of some unknown animal was revealed and the figure dragged it to the fire setting up a spit to cook the meat, before beginning to remove some of the coverings it wore before holding chilled hands out to the fire and wondering if the man would live or die.

A deep moan brought attention to the man again he was twisting on the make shift bed sweat beading his brow and trickling down his face. Quickly the figure moved, it was chilly away from the fire but the man was burning up as his body fought the poison running through his veins. Carefully the figure moved the covers away gently easing off the clothing and boots he wore before gathering up cool not cold water and a cloth and gently wiping away the sweat. At one point his eyes flew open but were unseeing however the eerie shine from then intrigued the figure, he tried to grip at the arm that was tending him and shivered his body feeling cold in-spite of his climbing temperature. His hand was grasped in a very human hand and pushed aside before an arm encompassed his shoulders helping him to rise slightly and blessed cool water touched his lips. He gulped it down greedily before he was lowered back to the bed and his eyes slid closed again his conscious mind hardly registering what was going on.

For the next couple of days the figure tended to him wiping him down almost hourly during the day and keeping hydrated with the needed water till finally the poison induced fever broke and he slipped into a deep sleep. With a smile and an exhausted sigh the figure settled down on a simple pallet nearer to the fire drifted off into a deep sleep of its own.

On waking the figure noted the man still in a deep sleep and after setting a kind of soup over the fire to cook pulled on coverings headed to the entrance of the cave picking up weapons and stones that stood there before heading out to collect water and maybe some food should it be lucky enough to find something edible.

He woke slowly feeling strangely weak as if he had not eaten for days eyes closed he sniffed the air trying to place where he was before he tried to piece his memories together. He remembered the ship getting into difficulties, damn mercs never seemed to maintain their ships properly, he had come down hard the ship breaking up as it entered the atmosphere, luckily for him the main cabin had stayed in more or less one piece and he had suffered little more than bruising till he smacked his head on something. He remembered crawling out of the ship and getting upright, making his way from the wreck and staggering along the surface barely half conscious, something had stung his ankle and then something had slammed into him knocking him into true unconsciousness as his head hit something hard.

Trying to sit up he groaned as his head span and he opened his eyes looking round for the first time, he was alone but a scent on the air told him that he had not been so for long. It was pretty dark in the cave he was in and he wondered if he had been brought back here as food till his sensitive nose caught the scent of cooking food making his stomach growl slightly and his mouth water. If there was food cooking whoever had brought him here probably wasn't planning on eating him. He realised he was lying on a makeshift bed sitting up slightly had caused the coverings to slip down allowing the cool air to touch his skin and reveal the fact that he was at least semi naked in fact now that the air had brought the fact to his attention he realised he was wearing only his boxers and nothing else. Struggling against nausea he pushed himself to a sitting position and swung his feet to the floor of the cave. It was dark enough that even without his welding goggles it was easy enough for him to see comfortably. He slid a hand down to his ankle and felt the puncture wounds there probably what had caused the sting in his ankle it still felt a little tender but nothing he couldn't handle.

Trying to stand saw him shaking all over and he sank back down onto the bed drawing the coverings around his body as he sat there and wished the cave would stop spinning. A noise near the entrance made him tense and grab a rock from the cave floor in his hand, whatever was there would find he would not go down without a fight. As fast as he could he lay down on the bed feigning sleep, as light flared briefly in the entrance to the cave and then he heard footsteps as well as something being dragged across the floor of the cave. He cracked his eye lids slightly and watched the figure drag something across the floor dropping it near the fire before heading deeper into the cave. He could hear whoever it was doing something in the cave a scrape of something against something else, then the figure was back carrying something and he could smell water, that made him aware of how dry his mouth was and how empty his belly what he wouldn't give for even a protein waffle right now.

He watched the figure do something by the fire and caught another waft of whatever it was that was cooking making his stomach rumble loudly catching the figures attention. It made his way over to him pulling off thick gloves as it came and he felt a cool hand touch his forehead. He gripped the rock tightly in his hand he was never going to get a better chance, opening his eyes he looked up into the covered face of his captor, rescuer whatever it was.

"You're awake good I was getting worried, do you want some water, how about something to eat?" The voice though muffled sounded concerned.

"Yeah that would be good." He watched as the figure turned away, he must be in worse shape than he thought he couldn't even tell if it was male or female.

It came back two cups one in each hand, the first contained water which he gulped down greedily wondering why there was only about an inch of the fluid in the cup he quickly realised why as his stomach lurched.

"Easy." The figure had helped him up and he now leaned against the covered shoulder of the other.

He took a couple of deep breaths and his stomach settled now he could smell the contents of the other cup meat rich and appealing his mouth watered and he tried to reach for it. At once the cup was against his lips and he tasted a rich meaty broth, at just the right temperature for him to drink easily, once the contents of the cup were gone the figure helped him lay back down before turning to get more coverings making a pillow of sorts for him and propping him up before returning to the fire and stoking it up so that the heat began to reach out around the cave. He watched as the figure began to shed the outer coverings revealing a trim figure making him smile as he began to realise the sex of his companion, finally the coverings came off the head and he smiled as the hair fell around the face framing it softly. He watched as she spitted her kill and set it to cook over the fire before turning to him again.

"Thanks for taking care of me." He told her watching as she walked back towards him. "I'm."

"Richard B Riddick, escaped convict and murderer." She finished for him, making him frown.

"Oh great a fucking merc." He guessed his hand tightening on the rock he held, shifting his body, tensed to spring at her.

So there you have it the first chapter please let me know if you like it or if there is no point in continueing