Don't know why I chose 'Gabriel' for Toombs' first name. Maybe I saw it somewhere else. With the size of Chillingsworth's ego, it stands to reason that she would have the very best that money could buy... in everything, hence the lavishness of her runabout. Last part of this one. Let me know what you think!

Instinct

A Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury Alternate Universe

Epilogue

We split up after that. One of the jumpers was easily big enough for six adults and three teenage boys, and certainly capable of getting them all the way to New Mecca on Helion Prime. Fry would pilot it, though the others weren't happy with her for blowing Riddick's cover.

He, Jack, and I took our time, inspecting all the other available craft, but finally settled on the sleek captain's runabout, where Chillingsworth had hidden. The thing was so decked out that we could make a killing by selling it; luxurious cabins, each with its own head, frivolous rooms to spare, and even its own interstellar comm array.

Chillingsworth had gone all out on that little baby. At least she hadn't added any of her own 'art,' which would have been really creepy. There were gold and platinum accents everywhere, fine marble trimmings, and a dining table and chairs that had to be old-Earth antiques, likely even pre-space era. Those would bring in a lot of UDs.

I made sure Imam had Jamie's contact information before he left. He was probably the only one I truly trusted that was going core-ward. If there was an emergency, Jamie would be able to put him in touch with me, wherever I was at the time.

We had a ship, one that we could trade in for a good freighter. There would probably be enough capital left over to give us a start on a shipping business. We had each other, most importantly, and we thought it would all be enough. Fake Riddick's death somewhere along the way, and we'd be free and clear… or so we thought.

Kubla Khan bridge

Gabriel Toombs gazed out the viewports, the only living thing currently awake on the entire ship. He'd watched the largest jumper go first, thermal sensors showing six adults and three kids on it. Then the runabout edged into view and blasted into FTL. Readings came back as two adults and a kid, and the merc wanted to cuss so badly. He knew who at least one of those occupants was.

"Riddick. We ain't done yet, boy. Not by a long shot."

From Icarus Station

Eileen,

What the hell have you gotten yourself into now? For God's sake… Be careful, damnit! I have a bad feeling you're talking about Mr. R, and that scares me. You sure you're all right? No head wounds? I'd better be getting a vid from you soon, with copious explanations. Don't kill too many mercs getting out of there. I don't want to have to bail your ass out of some jail somewhere.

Jamie