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Lord Vaako (lord_vaako) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-20 09:24:00

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arrival, complete, day 8, lord vaako, richard riddick

Day Eight
Who: Vaako and Riddick
What: Vaako arrives on Mirage
When: Day 8, late afternoon
Where: On the beach, near some palm trees to start.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

Though everyone else, including his wife, would see that moment as a failure on his part, he knew only satisfaction as he saw the Furyan's knife stab through the top of the Lord Marshal's head. Finally, he knew, his army would have a leader who wasn't a tyrant, wasn't mad with power. In short, they would have the leader they deserved. He'd been right all along, it wasn't he that was destined to lead the Necromongers. Despite the urgings of his wife, he'd never really wanted to.

He was one of the first to sink onto his knees in front of the man who had become their new Lord Marshal. You keep what you kill, and Riddick had killed the Lord Marshal, so now he was the Lord Marshal. It was that simple. No one even thought to question it. The entire Necromonger army fell onto it's knees before the new Lord Marshal, and Vaako had to struggle to keep the smile from his face. This was as perfect as it was possible for something to be.

Suddenly, everything changed. Underneath Riddick's feet, a strange sort of black hole opened up. It wasn't like a true black hole, though, because it only sucked Riddick in, not everything else. Everyone walked in shock as their new Lord was abducted, and Vaako rose to his feet, shaking his head in denial. Now who would lead the people?

The hole dwindled away until it was tiny, smaller than a marble, and then, without any warning, it opened wide again. This time, though, it wasn't here for Riddick. It was here for him. His eyes widened as he was pulled down into complete and utter darkness. His last, half-bitter thought was at least his wife would have a hard time controlling him if he were dead.

That wasn't his fate, however, and he soon realized it as he fell heavily to the ground. To the very sandy ground. Of course, he'd been on sandy worlds before, that went without saying. But this sand was strange. He went to his knees and examined it. Pure white, sparkling, nothing like the dull orange sands of Helion Prime. He picked some up, let it run through his gauntleted fingers, and sighed.

"Well, this is slightly inconvienant..."

He didn't notice much around him, which was unusual, but then he was shocked. He turned his gaze from the sand to the trees. He'd never, in his entire life, seen trees like this. He hadn't been wearing his helmet when he was taken, so the wind blew through his long, tightly-bound hair as he looked around.

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r_b_riddick
2008-07-20 02:25 pm UTC (link)

Riddick did not require a lot of sleep, but after his odd and rather awkward run in with Lestat, he found he actually wanted to rest. The Furyan was honestly not a social man. In fact he referred to be alone unless he was around someone useful that could actually help him. He had not found a lot of those around so far. Legolas, the Elf annoyed him and made him feel nothing but annoyance and mild amusement. Ayla, had actually been pleasant company and a large help to him. And well Lestat he just preferred to leave there. he found amusement really with the creature.

His sleep was restless. Not at all something Riddick was used to. It had him sitting straight up in his rather large bed, his chest heaving and sweat rolling down his muscled and toned body. It also had him craving the nothingness of cryosleep if he had to rest. He was not one to get flashes of the past,dreams or even nightmares. Yet he had this time. He was standing on a mountain top looking out around him as flashes of his past blended with the present. The throne room blended in with his own room here on the planet, images of Imam, one of the few people Riddick ever trusted and truly cared about, that Riddick never spoke of to him. Jack, the small child that had turned into a beautiful, hard woman that Riddick once more never told her how he felt until it was too late. Fry, Toombs, even the old Lord Marshal, all flashed before him. It unnerved him. It was the last image that had Riddick out of the bed and pacing his room.

Right before he was brought here, he was sitting in the throne, it had all just hit him that he had done what he had. A large, amazing and glorious Army bowed at his feet. It was lead by the strongest, finest Commander that the Necro's had ever had, and the Commander,Vaako had bowed before him first showing a great sign of respect or stupidness. Riddick didn't have time think about it. But in his light rest, Riddick saw this man again. He looked focused and troubled at the same time. And all the anger he felt against this man for bringing Kyra ultimately to her death came back to him. With a long sigh, Riddick grabbed a quick shower and a clean pair of clothing that seemed to always be there. The sun was bright , but he wanted to go exploring once more, try to figure a way out of here. He quickly changed and headed for the door.

A frown settled upon his other wise stoic and expressionless features as a heavy sense of dread settled upon him. Something was about to happen, Riddick could feel it. Opening the door,he slipped his glasses over his head, covering his eyes and right away the sense of dread got worse. As he walked he noticed the planet had changed over night it seemed and his path to the mountains where he normally explored was still there so he took it.

Half way down the path, the frown on Riddick's face became heavier and more defined. The path was the same but the ending destination was not as Riddick came to a stop on the beginnings of the beach. The sand covering his heavy boots with a light dusting. he looked around frowning even more. “What the hell..” he thought. There might be an answer here to how to get off this damn planet. But as he began to explore the sense of dread became even worse and he got this very odd feeling that his life was about to change. He stumbled upon a figure a few hundred feet in front of him and Riddick, with no where to hide, gripped his knives just in case and studied the figure. He moved closer to get a better look and the moment he saw the armor, the hair,his jaw dropped and he let out a low, long whistle.

“Well shit, this just got interesting.” Riddick recovered quickly from his shock so his voice sounded more amused than anything.And it was loud enough to be heard. He was not one to question things so he was sure he was truly seeing the great Necromonger Lord Vaako before him. Thankfully the glasses covered his eyes because in the silvery orbs could show his shock still and he knew they would.

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lord_vaako
2008-07-20 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Most people wearing full plate armor couldn't have gotten to their feet as quickly as he did at that time. Within a second, he was standing and turning to face the person who had addressed him. A very familiar voice, for all that he hadn't heard it very often. A voice belonging to a man his wife had wanted to kill, and then when that hadn't worked out, use for her own ends. The man that he had, ultimately, used for his own ends, but those were different from his wife.

Hazel eyes studied the bald man, not really surprised to see him here. After all, he had seen Riddick disappear just moments before he himself had been sucked into the black hole. What was odd, though, is that Riddick was wearing clothing that was slightly different from what he'd last seen his new Lord Marshal in. He was very perceptive, and he seemed to be clothed in the same way he had been before. He wondered what it all meant.

When he'd jumped to his feet, he'd grabbed the axe he'd been clutching when he'd been abducted. Now, if fell to the sand with a soft noise, and Vaako fell to his knees, this time in a controlled way. No matter what was going on, one thing was for sure. His Lord Marshal was here, and he would do as he was commanded.

"My Lord Marshal."

His voice was firm, determined. There was a very real chance that the other man would kill him now. After all, he had seen him attempt to murder the last Lord Marshal. But he would just have to do his best to show he was loyal, and that as long as Riddick was not a tyrant, he had nothing to fear from Vaako. It was all he could do, and it was a risk he had known he was taking when he attacked his previous superior.