Sci-Fi Channel: The Lowdown - The Chronicles of Riddick Page #4

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just in case I drop in.

You know the problem

with these joints now?

Health clubs

for waffle-eating pussies.

Maybe we should think about

upping our game here a little bit.

Think about someplace

truly diabolical.

What the hell is he thinking now?

He's thinking a triple-max prison.

A no-daylight slam.

Only three of them

left in this system...

two of them out of range...

for a shitty little undercutter

like this one with no legs.

Leaving just one.

Crematoria.

That is what you had in mind,

right, Toombs?

How does he know

where we're going, and we don't?

- Dope it out.

- I hate this run.

Just do it!

Don't know about

this new crew of yours.

They seem a bit skittish.

Probably shouldn't tell them

what happened to the last crew.

You know, you were supposed to be

some slick-sh*t killer.

Now look at you.

All back-of-the-bus and sh*t.

I say we attack Helion Two next.

Take it straight into their teeth.

It'll cost you 20,000 heads,

- Nothing more, I swear it.

- While I do prize brute force...

this approach is,

perhaps, more artful.

Start at the end.

Go straight to Helion Five...

the last planet in the system.

We approach from the night side.

Remove these cannon first...

then attack the larger placements

at speed.

We'll catch them

on their rear flank.

And in 10 days" time...

the rest of those worlds

will tumble before us.

You see, as with most...

their blind spot

is right behind them.

I've located an ion trail

which leads off-world.

Then you should be off-world, Vaako.

I've deployed a tracker team.

One of the best.

Wherever Riddick has gone...

you lens him out

and cleanse him. You.

You want me to take a frigate

for one breeder?

Don't question it, Vaako!

Take it on faith.

He's always been unsettled

around you.

The Lord Marshal. Unsteady.

Perhaps because he knows

he's half the warrior you are.

Some say he's too artistic

for the job.

I wouldn't be surprised

if someone promoted him soon...

to full dead.

- Take care what you say.

- Should I say it softly?

So it sounds more like conspiracy?

Why is it that when anyone breathes

about the demise...

of him on the throne

everyone assumes a conspiracy?

Why isn't that

just prudent planning?

When he is ready,

he will name a successor.

Who?

Toal? Scales?

The Purifier?

None of them...

with the strength, the dignity...

of Lord Vaako.

You can keep what you kill.

That is the Necromonger way.

Mercenaries. Elementals. Necromongers.

Sh*t, l've never been so popular.

I should probably slip these chains

and open up a few arteries.

But why drive

when you can get driven?

Free ticket to Crematoria.

Thanks, Toombs.

Got me some business there

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