Part Eight

Hajj

Richard B. Riddick, Convicted Murder, was following his nose.  If the ex-ranger were to stop and think about it overly much he'd be inclined to believe that he suffered some sort of head trauma in the crash.  Only thing to explain his behavior, logically.  Then again, instinct had always served him well.  Maybe there was a reason for ( Read more... )

Part Seven

Fire

Liquid fire sloshed in his belly, from the liquor he’d consumed, from his fear of what he was seeing, from his need, burning through his veins and leaving him feeling icy in spite the heat of this horrible dusty world. It was impossible. Totally, completely, utterly impossible. But it had happened. Marshal William Johns was seeing the ( Read more... )

Part Six

Blue

The cargo bay that looked close was farther a walk than the docking pilot could have imagined. It appeared near, but the sheer size of the detached bay deceived the eye into thinking that it was smaller and less distant than it really was. The thoughts kept circling in her head as variations on the theme as she trudged through burnt ( Read more... )

Part Five

Distress

This was a nightmare, if he’d ever had one, Abu acknowledged as he looked from the varied faces of the survivors to the scene that greeted his eyes. Zeke and his mate, Shazza, were looking around with the fatalistic air of people who know exactly how bad the situation is but don’t want to alarm anyone else with the news, he noted. ( Read more... )