Lord Vaako (![]() ![]() @ 2008-07-20 09:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | 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.