Like all my good stories, this one starts in prison. [He stands, setting his tea carefully aside, and goes to dim the lights a little more so he can pull his goggles off.]
Specifically, a double-max they called Slam City. A floating penitentiary station in the ass end of space. I've never really liked being incarcerated, so the first thing I did was break out of my restraints and jack my bounty off the greedy little merc who brought me in. Took his cigarettes, too.
But it's space. Where do you go in space? I bolted for the dark parts of the station, abandoned maintenance tunnels...didn't realize there was someone already there. A gang of cons and psychos with shined-up eyes. They took my cash, left me for dead. Nearly did die.
I don't know why the surgeon saved me down there, pulled me out of the dark. He was nobody-- a veterinarian, I think, in there for debt or something.
I gave him the merc's cigarette as a down payment. He gave me these. [Riddick gestures at his eyes, smiles.]
Went and got my cash back. Paid him. Never seen things quite the same since.
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Date: 2013-06-13 01:25 am (UTC)Specifically, a double-max they called Slam City. A floating penitentiary station in the ass end of space. I've never really liked being incarcerated, so the first thing I did was break out of my restraints and jack my bounty off the greedy little merc who brought me in. Took his cigarettes, too.
But it's space. Where do you go in space? I bolted for the dark parts of the station, abandoned maintenance tunnels...didn't realize there was someone already there. A gang of cons and psychos with shined-up eyes. They took my cash, left me for dead. Nearly did die.
I don't know why the surgeon saved me down there, pulled me out of the dark. He was nobody-- a veterinarian, I think, in there for debt or something.
I gave him the merc's cigarette as a down payment. He gave me these. [Riddick gestures at his eyes, smiles.]
Went and got my cash back. Paid him. Never seen things quite the same since.