The Chronicles of Riddick: Dark Fury

Hull breach contained.

Engines operating at 170% capacity.

Engine and hull failure imminent under current parameters.

A lot of questions, 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.

Unidentified craft, state your purpose and contents.

Unidentified craft, state your purpose and contents.

Unidentified craft, state your purpose and contents.

Name's Johns.

My ship got scrapped on a transport run.

The only other survivors 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?

It's the sweep. According to what I'm getting,

they're gone.

Gone?

Nothing inside that ship's putting out heat anymore.

How that's possible--

Anything?

No, sir. No one's been in or out 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.

There is a man inside this vessel 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...

before any more of my apparently 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...

go to all the trouble of keeping the likes of her alive?

Unless, of course, you've grown attached.

She's a cover story, nothing more.

You shoot her now, 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.

People die in this line of work, Junner.

A handful of men? 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.

Just trying to figure out 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.

Captured bounties on one side, contracted manpower on the other.

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

for a holy man.

I hear things.

Must be a special kind of desperate dick signs on to this.

- - Shut up!

You're the exception, of course. For you, it's life experience.

So, what's the plan?

It's not like we haven't gotten out of worse.

The way I see it, we can take these jerks when-- Hey!

- This is where we get off, princess. - You too, preacher.

I will pray. Not for me.

- Let's go! - I won't leave without you, Riddick!

I'll find you!

Set him down and leave.

Hmm.

The hell--

All right. Now you have my attention.

A necessary precaution.

You attempt anything uncivilized--

Killing me, for instance--

I detonate the explosive charge Junner's just implanted...

and sleep very well tonight.

Walk with me.

You're not putting me on a pedestal.

No. Of course not.

You're strictly for my private collection.

Miss me?

Mmm. Fresh as a daisy.

Suit up and report.

Must be something big, them taking you off ice after what you pulled.

Sister, I certainly aim to find out.

Hmm. Okay.

You go through all the trouble to catch these guys,

and this is what you do with them.

You're missing the point.

What point? You got a million U.D.'s standing around collectin' dust.

You underestimate their value, Riddick. They are priceless.

Each, at one time,

the most wanted man or woman in the known universe.

The number of lives ended at the hands of those...

living and breathing in this room is incalculable.

Ain't what I'd call living.

Just the same, I assure you they are all very much alive.

Each one sustained in a form of cryo so profound...

that seconds seem weeks...

and to blink an eye is a day's work.

The brain, however, continues to function unimpeded.

The mind continues to think and feel,

swarming with whatever dark thoughts it's trapped alone with,

as it will be for hundreds of years.

So much more fitting a fate than dropping them off at the nearest slam.

Here, they are appreciated for what they truly are,

transformed into objects on par with their lives' work.

And why? Because I gave them the audience they so desperately desired,

the recognition they bought with the blood of others.

I understood their actions, stripped free of moral convention.

Don't you see? They're something greater now, Riddick.

Something more than they ever were before. Art.

Lady, your taste sucks.

I expected as much.

Junner.

You see, Riddick,

there is a fundamental difference between you and I.

Yeah. You're a psychopath.

You don't appreciate art.

But I believe the reason for this is something very different...

than you or anyone else might think.

You're an artist.

I've been called a lot of things in my day.

That ain't one of,em.