Disclaimer: I don't own shet. If I did I wouldn't have ended TCOR so poorly, can't make a sequel if everyone's dead…

Author's Note: These next scenes are direct from TCOR but with added nuances. I needed a base for the story so I figured, meh, what the hell. Enjoy… or don't lol.

Prologue

"The name's Kyra now. And I'm a new animal." She said, and she swung herself noiselessly over the planking, disappearing amongst the steam.

Riddick stared at where she had been standing just seconds before, thoughts and emotions flying through his head. He had been proud of her, sneaking up on him like that, and even more impressed when she escaped. His Jack, the scrawny little kid he'd left in the care of the Holy Man, had just clipped him a good one. Raising his fingers up to his face he felt the blood from where her hidden blade had sliced him. This isn't where she should be, he thought, but upon looking down at the blood on his fingers his jaw clenched, then again, maybe it is.

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When he found her again she had been cornered, but from what he caught, she didn't look like she was in too much trouble. Once again feelings, something that Riddick had become unaccustomed to, resurfaced. He was impressed yet again at her agility…… her grace, her speed….. His body warmed at the thought of her body, What the hell am I thinking? This kid… but he felt immediate opposition at the preserved image of what Jack had been and what this woman was. She's not Jack. She's Kyra, he heard his mind say.

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Kyra sat on the sorry excuse for a bed and stared blankly at the bars of her cell. Hmpf, I stop looking for him and he finds me, she let her senses reach as far out as possible, Now what? Snorting at the whole situation and playing with the bit of can opener that was to be Riddick's next tool for dispensing death, she suppressed a smile. Pocketing the can opener she slowly followed the scent she had just named "Riddick".

Lying above another outcropping of rocks she listened in on what he said, confirming her suspicions.

"Nobody outs this place. Nobody."

"He ain't nobody." She said, once she knew Riddick was at least somewhat out of earshot.

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She heard her own words echo in her head, He ain't nobody, but she no longer felt the previous truth of this statement as she stared down at his seemingly lifeless body on the runway. She had hid from the necromongers long enough for them to run past her into their ship, wrestling with her panic and sorrow, she waiting for the last necros to pass her. Stealing herself for the intense pain of the sunlight she jumped the rock she had hid behind and ran down to him. So engrossed in the task of carrying his heavy body, she didn't even register the presence of the Purifier.

She had barely held her emotions in check when he had saved her from the onslaught of the sun on the cliffs, now a sound like a wounded animal escaped her lips. "Wake up! Riddick!" she screamed as she slapped his face.

"He was not hit," stated the Purifier. Kyra's immediately snapped back to reality and with mind-defying speed she rested her blade on the Purifer's throat wondering what stopped her. Ah yes, the impossible, she heard her mind say.

"What do you mean?" The Purifier looked at her with sad eyes and stated again, "He was not hit."

"I saw him go flying the air! How could he not have been hit?"

"I only know what I saw," pulling back from her blade but equally unmoving he said, "And I know the possibility that Riddick didn't anticipate someone taking a shot at him is comparatively low."

"Yea, and how the hell do you know him so well!" Her desperation for Riddick to be alive was now clouding her memories, as despite herself she replayed the moments over again in her head.

"I know what's in his blood."

"And what's that?"

"Fury," he smirked, "the fury of those desperate for Life." As she searched his face for answers she let her arm down, noticing no visible weapons beyond what was, to her mind, a ceremonial dagger. She looked back down to Riddick pulling him closer to her, hoping that somehow he would wake, her previous hope fading as she considered that any necro willing to stay behind on a place like Crematoria must be crazy. The Purifier walked to the door and shut the outside layers to prevent turning the hanger into an oven.

Kyra decided to re-evaluate her decision about the Purifier as she watched him do perfectly logical things that she herself hadn't even thought to do. After closing the outer doors he retrieved and handed bottles of water to Kyra, uncapping one, which he poured on Riddick in an even line. Kyra almost protested until she realized that this as well was something that she should have already done.

"Why are you helping him?" her voice full of curiosity and mistrust, "Necros just tried to kill us and you're here playing nurse to the enemy while your buddies leave you high and dry." He smirked once more, reminding her more and more of Riddick himself.

"I have a message to deliver."

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Riddick awoke with a start, nearly elbowing Kyra in the face, conscious thought preventing his animal instincts from killing what his heightened senses realized was Kyra. He did, however, tense his muscles in a crouch as he felt the presence of another. Riddick's growl pierced the silence, as he saw the Purifier standing near the merc ship removing rings and other metallic objects off himself.

"Good," the Purifier said as he approached, "I have a message for you… from the Lord Marshal himself." In one step Riddick had his last remaining shiv on the Purifier's throat.

"Wait!" Riddick turned to the surprising source of the voice, Kyra. Shifting his gaze back to the Purifier he waited for the man to continue with his "message."

"Lord Marshal says to never return to Helion Prime; and you will be hunted no more," Riddick snorted, Yea, Right. "But seeing as how Vaako will most likely report you dead, it's your one chance." Sheathing the shiv in some hidden pocket Riddick gave a brief laugh.

"One chance for what, necro? Lord Marshal has himself a deal." The Purifier's jaw clenched as if in anger but his eyes were full of sorrow, an emotion he could no longer express in full.

"What will the necros do to the people of Helion Prime?" this time it was Kyra's turn to question the man. Kyra ignored the raised eyebrow of Riddick, as if asking, I thought you didn't care. The Purifier saw this as his one chance, if Riddick didn't care then at least she did, and maybe she could persuade him better to return to Helion Prime.

"Those who do not convert will be left on the planet to be…cleansed." Without any further questions Kyra immediately began to prep the ship.

"And where the hell are you going?" growled Riddick as he stepped in front of her.

"Get out of my way." Was all she said. Riddick reached forward to grab her wrist, but she crouched down and kicked his legs out from under him. Jumping back up in a second he let his anger pump adrenaline into his system, increasing the violence of his reaction. Kyra easily ducked as she saw that for just a second he had lost control. Didn't think I could phase you, she thought, mentally smirking. The Purifier watched this exchange and couldn't believe that his prediction about this girl's affect on Riddick was accurate.

Riddick knew he had lost control for a second and cursed himself. Quickly steeling himself he began to match her jabs blow for blow, blocking each until finally he drove her to try and kick him. When her leg came up he didn't block but grabbed her leg and using his height pulled her off her feet and upside down. Kyra screeched like a banshee in her indignation at being held upside down like some kid being frisked for lunch money. "PUT ME DOWN!" she spat. Had this scene been anywhere else, over anything else Riddick might have laughed, but as it was he let his own voice drown her's out with a shout of his own.

"So that you can go to Helion Prime? FOR WHAT! IMAM IS DEAD!" Kyra stopped fighting and let her body become limp. Riddick's jaw clenched as he let her body fall to the ground, gathering in a shuddering heap. He thought she was crying but was once again surprised that she was not. You can't even cry, you've been through so much pain. Riddick felt his stomach turn in knots of sadness and guilt as he looked on her crumpled form. The moment didn't last long however, as Kyra jumped back up and once again made her way towards Riddick and the ship. This time bearing her shivs and taking proper stance to take him down, a look of pure clarity of purpose on her face. Seeing this he looked at her and asked one question, "Why?" Without even flinching she replied, holding her deadly stance.

"Aziza."

Surprise quickly flashed over Riddick's face, as what seemed like an eternity passed between the two. Seeing that Kyra was about to attack the Purifier spoke up one last time, causing both of their heads to snap in his direction as he opened the hanger doors.

"If they find out this Aziza has any connection to you they'll not waste time in converting her." Walking towards the two he continued, "I have done…unspeakable things in the name of a faith that was never mine. They will do worse to her." Looking out towards the heat outside and back towards the two a ghost of a shadow crossed his face as if he would finally be allowed to rest. "The necromonger in me, warns you not to return. But the Furyan in me, hopes you don't listen." Knowing that there were no more words he could use to persuade them, he smiled one last time at Riddick and dropped his dagger at his feet. The Purifier walked forward, leaving Riddick with a brief look of alarm on his face, as he watched the Purifier walk straight out into blazing daylight of Crematoria.