The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury

Hull breach contained.

at 170% capacity.

under current parameters.

whoever we run into.

Could even be... a merc ship.

Critical systems failure in five seconds.

Four seconds. Three seconds.

Two seconds. One second.

First you're a boy, then you're a girl,|and now you're a psychic.

Careful what you wish for,Jack.

state your purpose and contents.

state your purpose and contents.

Unidentified craft,|state your purpose and contents.

Name's Johns.

on a transport run.

from the whole mess are with me.

Outside of that, we got nothing.

Tell me, Mr.Johns,

what brings you to this|lonely corner of space?

I'm a bounty hunter.

Then it appears|we have something in common.

Bring them in.

They're reelin' us in.

Ship is secure in Bay 3.

No offense, but I don't think|that's gonna cut it...

against whatever it is|that's coming for us.

Report.

Two heat signatures. Adults.

There's some residual as well.|Could be a juvenile.

More likely burn-off|from the engines.

Find out.

Hold your breath.

Running a tighter sweep.

- Wait a minute.|- What is it?

According to what I'm getting,

they're gone.

Gone?

Nothing inside that ship's|putting out heat anymore.

How that's possible--

Anything?

of this bay since I locked it down myself.

Zero atmosphere.

Pressurize.

We've got O-2, sir. It's thin,|but you'll be able to breathe it.

- Green for breach.|- Earn your keep.

who is something far worse...

than anyone here|has ever encountered.

Should you survive this day,

it is one you will remember|for the rest of your lives.

Do not underestimate|the importance of such a thing.

Begin.

Extinguishing foam.

Fall back!|Everyone fall back!

He has to breathe sometime.

You certainly know|how to make an entrance.

That's nothing, scarecrow.|He's gonna kick your ass so hard--

- I think not.

- What do you say?|- Call off your lap dog,

before his trying to impress you|gets him killed.

Am I so obvious?

Call it what you want,|but tell him to stand down, now.

You'll have to excuse|Junner's excitement.

It sometimes makes him|a touch... quick.

Though I can't say I blame him.

You see, he's just heard|so much about you,

Riddick.

Yes, I know your name.

Quite a bit more|about you, I think.

Careful. You may find|what you're digging for.

I'm willing to share, of course,

but I must ask|that you surrender your weapon...

overpaid associates...

come to an untimely end.

Not gonna happen.

No?

The girl is nothing to me.

Then enlighten me.

Why would a stone-cold killer|such as yourself...

ofkeeping the likes ofher alive?

Unless, of course,|you've grown attached.

She's a cover story,|nothing more.

and you'll be saving me the trouble.

Then I have your blessing.

Maybe I know more about you|than you do yourself.

Now just ain't the time.

Lock them down.

We're done here.|- My apologies.

You know how worthless|those are to me. You did well.

in this line of work,Junner.

A small price to pay.

- What will you do with him?|- Slowly,Junner.

Have Riddick brought|to my conservatory.

I've something beautiful in mind.

And,Junner,|unfreeze some more mercs.

Have you ever seen|anything like this before?

Merc ships? Plenty.

how it all goes together.

It is a plantation operation.

A boat like this loads up at port,|signs on as many men as it can hold,

then goes out for months,|sometimes years at a time.

However long it takes|to fill their stores.

Except a merchant rig's|usually harvesting ore,

maybe crops, not people.

contracted manpower on the other.

-Just add heat.|- You know a lot about this shit...

for a holy man.

I hear things.

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