Disclaimer: I do not own the Magnificent Seven or the characters. Nor do I claim to own the Riddick characters or his world. I do not use this forum for profit. I do own the story and it’s premises.
Warnings: H/C of my favorites Chris and Vin, some language, violence.
Synopsis: This is a new AU based on the movie the Chronicles of Riddick. It continues the story of Riddick’s descendants and the new threat to the Universe.
Characters: Chris, Vin, the rest of the Seven and other fictional characters
AU: The Chronicles of Riddick
“If we are to survive, a new balance must be found.
In normal times evil would be fought by good.
But in time like these, they should be fought by another kind of evil.”
The night was cold and dark as the lean, tall man walked down the dark alley of the town of Kovar on the planet Helion Prime. He pulled his long black cape, tighter to his body, pulling the hood down in the torrid rain.
His actions were not to stop the freezing rain from reaching his body. He had not felt cold for over ten years and his eyes had not seen light in that time. He kept hidden to keep his face from any prying eyes that might be around. Prying eyes that would see what lay beneath the hood.
In fact, those who had gazed upon his face when he was without his dark glasses and saw the color of his eyes, crystal ice-like green eyes, considered him blind. But they did not know that with the lost of normal sight, he had acquired senses beyond that of the normal human being, like his ancestor before him.
As he continued walking down the alley, his black booted heals, clicked out in time to his striding walk. He had followed the “thing” into the alley, but it seemed to have disappeared into the darkness, leaving nothing but emptiness. The thing was his prey, an evil that needed to be destroyed, but he had lost it in the night. He had no fear of not finding it again, for it would find him eventually.
He marched on through the night, reveling in the darkness. The night always appealed to Christopher Connell Larabee, as it did his ancestor, Riddick the Great. He, like the others before him, was enthralled by its nature and by its dark secrets. Although, it left no room for enjoyment of other people’s company, it gave him a sense of peace he could not find during the day.
Others had said that it was because he was part of the night, a wraith that wondered the streets of Kovar, seeking out the mysteries that inhabited it during its sunless times. But what Chris, known by that name only to close friends, was seeking was an end to evil and the minions of it.
His only regret was that he had to do it alone. No one else could survive the attacks from the evil he fought. He could not die, at least not by natural means.
Being the son of Riddick’s great granddaughter and an Elemental, his life expectancy was unknown. The Furian and Necromonger part of him, mixed with an Ether Elemental had created a being of unknown abilities and power.
But he became ostracized by his own people and like his ancestor before him he was punished for a crime he did not commit and the light taken from his soul so that he lived only in darkness.
The people of Helion Prime feared the Necromonger power within him, although that lineage was long dead, but what they did not understand was that it was elusive to him. He had more luck in being able to use his Ether Elemental and Furian abilities than that of his Necromonger bloodline. But they did not see it that way, and so he was punished for being what he was.
As he stopped to look around the alley to see if there was something he missed and he noticed a big man walking slowly towards him. The man was definitely taller than him, he figured at least by three inches.
He wore a gray cape much like Chris’ black one and the hood was pulled far down, obscuring his view of the man’s face, much like he had done. If not for his night sight he doubt if he would have seen the man at all, considering how dark the alley was with little light.
He had no idea where he came from since the alley only consisted of one back door to a building on the right side of the alley and a brick wall that stood in front of him.
As he got closer, Chris took his defensive stance, although someone only familiar with him would know it was defensive. Outwardly, Chris showed only a calm exterior as the form approached.
The individual stopped at about two feet from Chris. He watched as a hand reached up and pulled the hood back from the head. Chris’ crystal-like green eyes gazed on the figure before, his night vision highlighting the nuisances of the man’s face and body.
He was a huge man, not only in height, but also in the proportion of his body. The head housed blue eyes that immediately drew Chris’ attention. The face seemed weather, worn by time, but Chris would not make the assumption based on looks or outside appearances.
His hair was gray, like his cloak, but cut short and trimmed. The wind blew every so softly in the pounding rain, obscuring his face.
He currently made no threatening moves towards him, but seemed to be satisfied at his current distance. There was something about the stranger that irritated his nerves and told him that this man was a danger to him, not within the physical realm, but something more sinister. At this moment there was nothing he could base upon fact, it was just a feeling.
“What do you want?” asked Chris, eyeing the man up and down.
“Only to have your ear, Connell,” came his flat response.
“So,” Chris thought. “This man knows who I am.”
“I can see that you know who I am, so why don’t you tell me who you are?”
The man smiled slightly at Chris’s question.
“Well, if you won’t tell me who you are, then maybe you can tell why you would want me to listen?”
The man stayed where he was, still smiling tauntingly at him.
“Fine! Then I guess I’ll be leaving,” said Chris, starting to turn away from the man.
Suddenly, the man yelled, “Wait!”
Chris turned back to confront him and found the smirking smile gone and replaced with one of absolute annoyance.
“You, my brother, are a pain in the ass. I told Travis that you were not worth the trouble.”
Chris eyed the man in shock. “Travis? He is alive?”
The man knew he had him on the hook. He had not heard from the Councilman in years and thought he was killed when the war among the Outer Worlds had exploded on to the universe.
“Alive and well and living on Helion Prime at New Mecca,” replied the man.
This was news to Chris, but then again he had not kept contact with people from New Mecca in years. After the Fifth Lord Marshal had destroyed most of the capitol city, it was no longer considered as the hub of the planet. It was considered a ghost city made up of the homeless and destitute citizens that had survived the holocaust over three hundred years ago.
But Chris did not show his surprise to the man and only said, “How can I trust that this information is true? I don’t know you and I have never met you before. How is it that you know Travis?”
“I would love to have this conversation, Brother Connell. But it would be better indoors and out of the rain, don’t you think?” said the man quirking his eyes towards the sky. He could see the blue eyes twinkling in delight at the prospect of his answer.
“Well, I guess,” started Chris. “But first off, I am not your brother and second, you can call me Larabee.”
The man nodded in agreement.
Chris then said, “There is an inn not far from here that I know of. It’s small and pretty much just the regulars. No one will bother us.”
“Inn. I had not heard that name used in centuries. I think that is a splendid idea,” he said stepping closer. “Let me introduce myself. My name is Josiah Sanchez.” He put out his hand for him to take it.
Chris stared at it suspiciously. “Let’s go,” was all he said, and started back down the way he had come.
Josiah pulled his hood back over his head and stepped quickly to catch up to him.
Chris and Josiah walked to the “inn” that Chris had spoken of. As they walked through the streets of the deserted area of Kovar, Chris felt Josiah’s eyes upon him, staring at him hard.
Chris glanced at him, curious as to why his actions were bothering him. Usually it did not annoy him as much, but this man did. He placed his dark glasses on to hide his glowing eyes. “Do you see something of interest?” Chris asked sarcastically as they walked.
“Yes, I do,” replied Josiah, smiling and then he turned to his face the road ahead of them.
“Well, let me in on it.”
“You look very much like your father.”
“I doubt that. And how is that you knew my father?” Chris asked, stopping his stride up the darkened street. “We’re here.” He then pointed at the building that they now stood in front of.
Josiah did not answer. He just looked at the building that Chris was pointing to. It was old, very old, and least over a hundred years, maybe even before Kovar was founded as a town. It was an old type building that held the architecture of the New Mecca city. As was all of Helion Prime, it was lighted by solar energy which the planet housed in abundance being the closest to the sun of their universe. A light was beaming into the night from a window at the bottom.
Chris walked over to the steps that led downward, motioned Josiah to proceed before him. Josiah walked down the steps and pushed open the door that led to the establishment, glancing at the lit sign on the outside briefly and said, “The Standish Tavern and Inn”. Well, at least now he knew why Chris called it an inn instead of a bar as it was referred to nowadays. The door closed silently behind them as the entered.
The inside of the building was much different from the outside. The interior was decorating in modern techno décor. Everything inside was made with shining metal and glass. The lights glowing softly from the ceiling created the ambiance of calm.
Chris nodded to the young female bartender and walked over to an empty booth that was situated in the back. He bade Josiah to take the seat across from him.
Once they were seated, he motioned for a waitress to come and take their order.
The waitress, a young girl around twenty with long black hair and laughing blue eyes came over. “What can I get you, Connell?” she asked.
“For me the usual, Kitra. And for my guest…”
“I’ll take a Sobeian brandy, straight, if you have it, sister” answered Josiah.
The waitress nodded and walked away to fill their order. As soon as Chris knew she was gone, he turned to Josiah. “Now, you want to tell me how you know Travis and my father and what it is you want from me?”
Josiah looked at him pensively and then he smiled. “Well, Larabee, as to your first question, tell me what you know of the history of Helion Prime and the Necromongers?.”
“Well, quite a lot. But why are you asking me this as it seems you know my father already?”
“Just humor me, okay,” said Josiah exasperated.
“Very well, priest.”
“How did you know? Not that I am anymore.”
“Well for one thing, only ones schooled in the old religious ways call people brother and sister. Secondly, you still wear the ring of Christianity, which is a symbol of someone who is part of the priesthood.”
“No longer, though. Now, tell me what you know about the history of Helion Prime and the Necromongers?”
“Helion Prime was the first planet settled in the Helion Planetary System in the year 2406 by the exodus of the very religious to find a planet where they could practice their individual beliefs in peace. They left Earth and its religious wars behind and settled the five planets, Helion Prime and Helion 2 through 5.
Helion Prime being the closest to the sun, harnessed the solar energy that was in abundance and also utilized that power to heat up the most outer Helion planets. It also became the capitol world of the Helion system and the place where New Mecca was founded and where trade prospered because of the availability of solar power.”
“Very good. And the Necromongers?”
Chris sighed bored. “The Necromongers were a very fanatic religious sect who were just a bunch of crazy assholes,” replied Chris tersely.
Josiah sighed despondently. That was not wholly true and Josiah knew Chris knew it also.
The Necromongers came to Helion Prime in the 26th century, bringing with them their holy war. They were a space-faring people who worshipped the love of death instead of life. They believed in the Underverse, a universe where death range eternal and a true believer of the Underverse sort out and prayed for an early death, rather than live through the daily toils of living. They went from planet to planet, bringing their holy war, destroying any planet should they resist and taking on new humans to be converted for the replenishment of their armies and armada of ships. Their motto was convert or die. There were no other choices.
“That may be true, Larabee, but there was more to them than that. The Fifth Lord Marshal, a man who had went to the Underverse and came back something all together different from human, came to Helion Prime to conquer the humans that lived here. His ultimatum was convert or die.”
“Yeah, yeah. I have heard the story a million times of how the Fifth Lord Marshal had came to New Mecca, destroying Helion Prime’s army within a matter of a few hours and then taking the survivors and giving them a choice. Convert or die was their motto. Those of Helion Prime who refused met with their death at the hands of the Lord Marshal or his First, Lord Vaake and his men. But this is known to anyone who has lived in the Helion system. Children’s fables and bedtime stories,” said Chris scoffing at him.
“Not a fable, brother, more than that. Tell me what was suppose to happen next?”
Chris was getting annoyed. The man knew his father and that meant he knew the history of his home world. Why was he being so insistent? Chris decided it was best to continue and found out what the man wanted.
“At this time, a male survivor, a criminal and convict named Richard B. Riddick, my great grandfather came upon the scene. He, for his own reasons killed the Lord Marshal’s best man and soon the fate that was scythed for the Lord Marshal 30 years before started to emerge.”
“Yes. Your grandfather was the downfall of the Lord Marshal and the end of the Necromongers’ rampage. Lord Marshal, a man that feared little and welcomed death, was afraid of your grandfather. It was the Lord Marshal who had massacred all Furian males all because a seer had told him that a young Furian male would be is downfall. Riddick being one of the male sole survivors was set with a bane, whether he knew it or not and that was to be the avenger of his people. What the Lord Marshal could not understand was that you cannot change your fate. You can only deter it for a while. The Furies got their revenge and Lord Marshal got his wish to join the Underverse much sooner than he planned. And what of Riddick?”
“Ah, yes. What of Riddick? Riddick the Great became the new leader of the Necromongers. Inherited through the law of the Necromongers. A simple basic law, you keep what you kill.”
“Yes, you keep what you kill. Once he killed the Lord Marshal, he became the Lord Marshal and leader of all that was his. He turned the Necromongers away from death and back towards life. He made them use their skills and abilities for life and not death. They came to admire him and to love him. He was a hero to all of Helion.”
“An unwilling hero at best,” came Chris’ reply as Kitra came back with their drinks. She placed them on the table and Chris nodded his thanks. He then took a sip of his drink and sat languishing in his chair.
“Riddick could not evade his fate, no more than you.”
“And what is my fate, priest?” asked Chris angrily. “To spend ten years on a prison planet where I never would see daylight again! Where living in the darkness and cold for so long that I can never have normal eyesight again or never feel the difference that other human beings feel in the changes of the weather! Is that my fate? The same as it was my great grandfather’s? I think not. Thanks, priest, but I have had enough of that.”
“Connell,” started Josiah gently. “You cannot change or tempt fate. You were born to do things and that is why I have come.”
“You still haven’t told me how you know Travis or my father?”
“Councilman Travis and I had both served on the same assembly for New Mecca several years ago working with the new Lord Marshal, your mother, Aliya. That was when I was a young fledgling priest just out of the monastery and trying to find my calling among the people. Years later, after I dropped from the priesthood, I left the council feeling it was inappropriate for me to serve there.”
“Why?” asked Chris hoping to get some insight into the man’s thinking.
“Why?” questioned Josiah confused.
“Yeah, why did you leave?”
“It was for personal reasons. Anyway, Councilman Travis and myself have always kept in touch, no matter where I’ve been on Helion. He asked me for a favor, which I could not refuse since I owe him much. And that was to find you.”
“What does he want?”
“Well, I’ll get back to that after I answer your second question.”
“How you knew my father.”
“Yes. Your father I met before that when I was a young initiate working in New Mecca with the Lord Marshal, your grandfather as liaison between the Lord Marshal and the Church. He was an Ether Elemental Ambassador for New Mecca, working with the Lord Marshal and his daughter to settle the disputes among the Helion system planets. He had many issues that plagued him and I was his sounding board, so to say.
One of his issues was the love he felt for your mother, the Lord Marshal’s daughter and descendant of Riddick the Great. She being of Furian and Necromonger bloodlines were of a question to him. As you know Elementals always try to calculate the risks and odds before doing anything that might change the balance of the universe. That was why they have always stayed neutral during any human conflicts.”
“But, this was one time that logic did not win and although he knew he was tipping the balance by entering a relationship with someone of your mother’s bloodlines, he did so anyway. The outcome of that was an enigma that could tip the balance of the universe in favor of either side.”
“And what was that enigma?”
“He sired a child, you. Knowing that a child of Elemental, Furian and Necromonger bloodlines might tip the balance either way due to the child’s abilities was an enormous calculated risk that he took. He had no idea what he was doing and how it would affect the future of the universe.”
“Well, neither do I, priest. So what you are basically saying is that I was a mistake,” replied Chris coolly.
“No, no, Connell. I am not. What I am saying is that you were born with the power to tip the balance, the balance that usually keeps good or evil from taking complete control.”
“And that affects me how…?”
“I told you that Councilman Travis sent me here to find you.”
“Well, you found me. Now what?” Chris replied removing his glasses and letting his crystal-like green eyes gaze upon the man.
“We need you, Connell. We need your help,” pleaded Josiah.
“You need my help?” asked Chris laughingly. “And why is that, priest?”
“I heard about your escapades in the Outer Worlds and about what you do now.”
“And what is it that you think I do now, priest?”
Josiah was getting annoyed at the title he kept referring to. But he knew he could not anger the man to the point that he would leave and not listen. He could see the stubbornness that was his father in him, but he hoped to turn the man back to the righteous path that was his destiny.
“Call me, Josiah.”
“Very well, Josiah. You can call me Chris then.”
Josiah looked at him with blue eyes of surprise. He did not think that Connell would let him use his familiar name. Maybe he was getting through.
“Word travels fast, even on a world this large. I have heard stories about a man with the crystal eyes who has protected Kovar. It is said that this man has stopped evil in many instances from creating a foothold in this territory. They say he has the power to kill demons and destroy worlds.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s a lot of bullshit if you ask me, but what has that got to do with me?”
“Chris, I know you are the man that the people speak of, although they may have embellished the tales somewhat. Travis and I still think that you are the right man for the job.”
Chris sat in thought at Josiah’s words. He protected Kovar out of necessity, not out of heroism. This town was the only place that would accept him.
When he was unlawfully accused of the crime of sedition, he was banished from Necropolis, the flying city that was his home for so many years and was also the seat of power for the Lord Marshal and the surviving Necromongers who lived there, Kovar was the only place that would take him in. Not even New Mecca, which was now just a desolate principality, would let someone they thought was a danger to their beliefs into their city.
Necropolis. He had not thought of his home city in months. The name brought back many memories that were too painful for Chris. Included in these memories were of his dead wife and son, Sarah and Adam who had lost to a fire years before his interment in prison.
His mother still dwelled there, ruling as the 8th Lord Marshal, a hard woman, some have said, but Chris had known differently. Without her husband who had passed on several years before, she was no longer the woman that people knew as the gentle Aliya.
But, she always had a kind word for him and even when he was convicted and she had told him to remember that she would always love him. He was her son and beloved son of Miel, her long dead husband, and nothing would ever change that. The problem was politics and the law and even the Lord Marshal could not fight them.
He remembered the events that led up to his detainment and then subsequent imprisonment. The people of Necropolis no longer practiced the ways of death, rather life, but there were a few who still believed in the prophesy that Dame Vaake had predicted the day she died, that one day they would have a new Lord Marshal that would lead them back to the old ways and victory.
Chris, himself, did not believe it, but because of his friendship with one who did, it was his downfall. Being the son of the Lord Marshal and consorting with the known enemy fraction had led to a set up by the ruling council in Necropolis and his imprisonment in Butcher Bay prison that was situated on the planet Crematoria.
Just like his great grandfather he had lost his eyesight and had to have his eyes surgically repaired. Of course, once one was exposed to the sun’s rays on Crematoria, the retinas were never the same, so he had to do with artificial ones and of course, it was the one reason his eyes had the appearance of a crystallized look to them.
And now, the priest wanted him to help the same people who had taken 10 years of his life and his eyesight from him. What gall!
Josiah knew what Chris was thinking. He knew that Chris was wronged by the old council, but that council was now gone. Under the new leadership of Councilman Travis, things had changed and most wrongs were righted. But now they came upon another situation and it was the worst of them all. Both he and Travis knew they needed Christopher Connell Larabee in this fight. Only he would be able to defeat the new enemy. He and the group they would form from the other men they were to seek.
“Chris, I know you were wronged, but the council has changed. Travis is good man and you know that.”
“Yeah, he was the only one who stood up for me and against the council.”
“Yes. And this request is coming from him. He needs your help.”
“Yeah, you keep saying that but not what for.”
“I know I have been very vague, but please be patient. All will be revealed in due time, I promise.”
“So what would you have me do now?”
“I just need for your agreement to accompany me to New Mecca and speak with Travis directly. That’s all for now.”
Chris eyed the man suspiciously, but he knew if Travis trusted this man, then he should too. But lately it was very hard to trust anyone. The only other person he ever confided in during his exile in Kovar was the man who owned this establishment.
His name was Ezra P. Standish, a con man and gambler by chosen vocation. He and Chris had created a special relationship out of necessity and survival. If he would guard Standish’s property and keep the peace within in it, Standish would provide him with a place to stay and drink for as long as he wanted. The contract was agreeable with Chris and so his new home in Kovar had become the Standish Tavern and Inn.
As if by thinking his name, the man that was Chris’ business partner came walking through the door right at that moment.
He wore a long red cape, somewhat flashy and somewhat unnecessary in a principality such as Kovar being a farming town. But that did not stop Ezra from being who he was.
His brown hair and green eyes gave off a sensuous look that when he entered a room turned women into gasping fools. Chris could not see what they found so attractive about the man, but then again, he wasn’t a woman.
Ezra spied Chris and his guest sitting at Chris’ favorite booth in the back. He passed the cape to the waitress at the door and headed immediately in their direction.
Chris rolled his eyes as he watched him approached, hoping that the man would disappear. It was not that he did not like Ezra. It was more of the fact that Ezra seemed to always get him into something he did not want to get into. Ezra sat in the seat next to him, leaving no retreat.
“Mr. Larabee, it is so good to see you back in one piece, I may add,” said Ezra, sidling a glance at the man across from him.
“Thanks, Ezra. Glad I was missed,” retorted Chris trying to ignore the man.
“And who pray tell is this gentleman who has so graciously decided to abide in my fine establishment?”
“He ain’t got no money, Ezra,” said Chris, knowing the words would dissuade the young conman.
“Well, I hope he has enough to pay for his social drinking,” came Ezra statement.
He knew what Ezra was hinting at. Ezra wanted to make sure that his guest was not some vagrant that Chris had found and felt sorry for.
“He does, Ezra if it is any of your business,” said Chris tersely.
“Mind if I join you?” said Ezra sitting down next to Chris and not waiting for them to reply.
Chris glared at him and at first they sat there for a few minutes, not saying a word until Ezra decided to start up the conversation again.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Mr. Larabee?” asked Ezra, pointing to Josiah.
Chris knew Ezra’s curiosity was getting the better of him and decided it was best he took control before Ezra told the priest his secrets.
“Ezra, this is Josiah Sanchez. Josiah, this Ezra Standish, owner and manager of the place.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Standish.”
“Call me, Ezra, Mr. Sanchez. And may I inquire of your business in our fair principality of Kovar?”
Josiah eyed Chris, waiting for him to response. Chris sighed and said, “Josiah has…has come to request my services.”
“Ah, sir, then you are a merchant like myself and require Mr. Larabee’s exceptional skills, I can attest to that fact that they are very proficient.”
“Thank you, Ezra, I appreciate the information.”
“Consider it a business courtesy. After all, if Mr. Larabee will be coming to work for you, as his agent, I am sure that we can come to some mutual contract.”
“Contract?” queried Josiah bewildered.
“Yes. Did not Mr. Larabee explain to you about our partnership?”
“Ezra,” came Chris’ soft interruption.
“Mr. Larabee is always neglectful of such important matters that...”
“Ezra, shut up!” yelled Chris.
Ezra turned to look at Chris with annoyance. “Mr. Larabee, you and I had a deal,” he said pointedly.
Chris ran his hand over his face in exasperation. He knew this was exactly what he was avoiding. “No, we don’t, Ezra.”
“Ah, how forgetful we are of late. If I recall, you signed a contract and that contract states…”
“I know what it says, Ezra and you can’t hold me to it.”
“I can and will, Mr. Larabee. You promised to protect my establishment and that if you needed to leave Kovar for any special reason, I would be advised of when and where and if it interfered with my profitability, you would reimbursement me by cutting me in.”
Chris sighed. He knew he should have never signed that document in the first place.
“What is he talking about, Chris?” asked Josiah noticing the glares that Chris was sending Ezra’s way.
“Nothing,” replied Chris standing up. Ezra also stood up to the let the man out of the booth.
“Where are you going?” asked Josiah.
“To think about your request. I’ll let you know tomorrow,” he said. He then turned to Ezra and said, “I’ll talk to you later.”
Ezra knew it was more of a threat than an invitation. He had angered his partner and could not understand why.
Chris then walked over to the stairs that led up to the rooms in the inn and his own abode and disappeared from their sight.
Josiah stared at Ezra, hoping that he could give him some explanation as to what just happened. But Ezra had nothing to say. He knew once Chris got into one of his moods the man was unbearable and not easy to deal with it.
Instead of answering Josiah’s curious look, Ezra sat down in the booth with him. He said, “Mr. Sanchez, please, let me order you another drink. I think you and I have a lot to talk about it.” Ezra then flashed him one of his charming gold-tooth smiles and waved his hand for the waitress to come and take their order.