Hey everyone! Ready for some action? I just had to get this one up since my mMuse wouldn't STFU about it! Hehehe...

I don't own Anything in this story, All characters from the Chronicles of Riddick series and the Firefly/Serenity series belong to their own people. I do not make money from this, I just love the characters and want to share a little bit of creativity with the 'Verse.

The thin girl entered the run-down rim planet bar on a breeze that smelled like patchouli and honey. There was no reason to notice her, in fact not many in the packed bar did, but there was just something about the way she moved that caught Riddick's attention.

Her posture wasn't spine straight, graceful elegance like the lady who had glided in just moments before, nor the sure-footed march of the lady's ebony skinned friend... No, this girl moved as if every step from the battered door to the dingy bar stool was part of a dance and the music scored only in her head.

Her movements flowed like water bubbling over stones in a brook and the bald man couldn't seem to keep his dark-goggled eyes off of her, no matter what.

She slapped a fist full of credit notes onto the bar and the grizzled old bar keep actually jumped at the sound.

"Waddle it be?" the keep asked, as if he had anything more than a local brew and whiskey that no one here could afford.

"Beer, please?" She requested politely as she settled her fine frame gingerly onto the open stool next to Riddick.

"Ahh..." The bartender seemed to balk at the youthful sound of her voice.

"Twenty Seven is old enough to drink on this moon, right?" She cut off his protest with a lilt of exasperation and Riddick smiled into his cup.

The keep scooped up her cash and turned to fill a mug for her.

The girl turned toward Riddick, slightly, and looked over her shoulder with a flip of her hair as the barkeep settled a mug of brew on the bar in front of her. She turned her head back so she was fully facing Riddick. He could see the slight smirk as she carefully picked up the mug and lifted it to her lips without looking at it. He expected her to sip at it cautiously so he was rather startled when she locked eyes with him, winked and chugged her drink back in three or four huge gulps.

"Oh, that's not a good idea..." he found himself warning her.

"Gotta." She beamed a bright smile at him. "It would get knocked over in the fight."

"What fight?" He snorted.

Just then a man in a long, red-brown coat was thrown up against the bar between them.

"Might wanna clear out, Li'l Albatross." The man practically giggled in delight, "This one's gonna be a doozie!"

"I thought I'd participate in this year's U-Day festivities, Mal." While she talked, she casually lifted a booted foot and cruelly shoved an attacker away from her friend.

"No can do, little one." The man grabbed Riddick's half full mug and chugged it all. "Thanks, friend." He said to Riddick before turning back to the girl. "Simon would have a fit, you bein' in a fight."

The man elbowed a rougher looking fellow in the face before being dragged, bodily, back into the fray.

The thin girl pouted a bit then turned around to brace her back against the bar and prop herself up on her elbows to watch the live entertainment and Riddick followed suit.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. "You're not gonna join in?" She asked him a little too casually.

"Not my fight." He grunted back at her.

The ebony skinned woman had waded into the fight now and seemed to be trying to make her way over to Mal. She grabbed a man by his hair and pulled him back so far that he could either drop to the floor or break his own back. He dropped down and she stepped over him to shove another man into a pole hard enough to daze him.

An outraged female scream ripped through the tavern and all motion ceased.

"Get your hands OFF OF ME!" Riddick heard the elegant lady scream. There was the sound of ripping fabric and the girl beside him leapt gracefully from her stool and into the crowd.

His eyes followed her progress as the dance of her movements flowed like a raging torrent. Riddick shoved himself away from the bar and followed her trail of carnage, widening the path and keeping these low-lifes off her back.

The girl twisted out of the reach of a burly man, ducked and came back up under his arms using her upward momentum to ram her fist into his gut under his rib cage then twisted out from under his crumpling form.

A smaller man tried to capture the girl in a bear hug but Riddick caught him by the collar on his way past and tossed him back into the path of one of his fellows who was swinging a broken chair leg at the ebony skinned woman's back. The chair leg connected with the smaller man's skull and he went down in a heap, while the ebony woman punched the man with the chair leg in the throat.

The thin girl rammed a knee into a man's the groin causing him to double over then used his back like a springboard to get enough lift to spin a black boot into another man's face. She leapt and planted both of her boots on top of a table then jumped up to catch a rafter.

Riddick grabbed another man who was trying to catch the girl's feet as she swung like a trapeze artist from the rafter. He slammed the man's face into the tabletop, knocking him out then shook another off his back and back-handed that one in the nose over his shoulder before leaping off the floor to crouch on the table under the girl's swinging feet.

He looked up just in time to see her swing forward and let go, pulling her arms in and arching her body so she could make the most of the force of her momentum and the force of gravity to slam her boots into the back of the elegant lady's attacker.

Riddick silently cheered the girl on in his head. A bar brawl was one thing but attacking someone who obviously was not fighting and was trying to keep as far out of the way as possible was another thing, completely. Riddick leapt off the table toward the females and stood over them while the elegant lady pulled herself together.

All, in all, it only took them a few minutes to traverse the width of the bar but in that short time the crowd had begun to thin as the non-fighters found exits and the fighters steadily knocked each other out.

Riddick didn't actually see the merc until he was almost on them but Riddick didn't give the scraggly man a chance to do more than recognize him befor bum-rushing him. Riddick slammed his shoulder into the merc's chest, hard enough to knock the wind out of him then knocked his legs out from under him with a sweep. Riddick pounced on his chest, took the merc's face in one hand and slammed the back of his skull onto the wooden floor.

Riddick watched in satisfaction as the merc's eyes rolled up in the back of his head. He turned to look for his next foe and saw that both women were looking at him, wide-eyed and the guy called Mal was standing just behind them watching Riddick rather calmly for a person with a broken nose and two blackening eyes.

"I gotta admit: I've been wantin ta do that to him for at least a decade," Mal said and dodged a flying mug, "But I think I might'a chose a better time, and-or, place for it."

Riddick's skin went cold as he realized that not only did he get into a fight that he had no intention on fighting, he had probably chosen to back the wrong side and he wasn't sure exactly why he had started fighting to begin with.

"You didn't choose wrong," The odd girl reassured him, "You'll see..."

"Well, anyway," Mal gestured at the merc, "You knocked him out, you gotta get him to the ship."

A ship? They had a way off this rock? Riddick grabbed the merc's forearm and tugged him up into a sitting position then leaned over and hoisted the merc onto his broad shoulders.

"Lead the way." He told them.

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