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The Chronicles of Riddick

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The Mecca night sky: The comet enlarges like a flower blossoming. The night sky is filled with flak, artillery fire streaming in various directions as large Necromonger craft invade Mecca. The colossus Necromonger statues are now impaled in the ground as hundreds of warrior ships detach themselves from the skyscraper column, attacking the city. Mecca warrior ships launch a counter attack. Soon, ground battles erupt, Mecca soldiers are decimated. The Necromongers overwhelm the Mecca defensive forces and take control of the capital.


Riddick and Imam are in hiding, he's desperate to get to his family. Riddicks offers Imam safe passage, he "borrowed" a ship. Riddick and Imam go search for his family. Necromonger search parties are combing the Mecca passageways to finish off any stray Mecca soldiers. They are using Lensers, deformed human-like creatures who have wide spectrum vision with the aid of an oversized lense mask.


With family now in tow, Riddick and all hide in crevices, trying not to be detected by the Lensers. Hiding in a building recess, Imam and his family are detected by a Lenser. Imam offers himself as a diversion, shouting and running away to get the attention of the soldiers, who chase him. Lijjan and Ziza remain hidden, but a Lenser detects them. The mother and daughter wimpering in fear, the Lenser is attacked from behind, Riddick, who snaps his neck.


Meanwhile, Imam runs frantically only to wind up at a dead end. He finds a dark corner to hide on an upper level floor. A moment later, the Necromonger soldiers arrive at the dead end. Irgun, a top Necromonger warrior, climbs to the upper floor. Realizing there is no escape, Imam reveals himself to Ingur.


Imam, ready to do battle, "There will be an afterlife for me. Will there be for you?" In vain, Imam attempts the first strike. Ingur kills him quickly. Later, Riddick sees the Necromonger soldiers leave the area. He finds Imam's necklace surrounded by pools of blood, and then sees his bloodied body. He picks up the necklace and leaves.


The next day, Lord Marshal steps out of his ship with his entourage, all in regal military dress, admiring his armada lined up in symmetrical sections. Large warships aligned in perfect rows forming metropolis-like columns with thousands of soldiers in between standing in square formations like a grid. Lord Marshal scans over this grand sight as Necro pilot war ships zip through the uniformed military visual wonder in a flying formation of their own.


The conqueror gloats with victory, but now it's time to replenish the ranks. Massive metal steps expand from the ship's entrance way as Lord Marshal and all make their way to the Mecca capital. Vaako pauses as his wife, Dame Vaako joins him. She ruminates how inspirational it is when a dynasty falls. He reminds her to remember her place, which she assures him that her place is at his side . . . from here till Underverse comes.


In the Mecca capital arena surrounded by Helion politicos and other Meccans, The Purifier, a Necromonger high priest, coerces the populace into converting, he assaults them with a sales pitch on the glory of the Necromonger way. He drives home the point that in this universe, life is antagonistic to the natural state. Here, humans in all their various races are a spontaneous outbreak, an unguided mistake.


The Necromonger's purpose is to correct that mistake. Because there is another 'verse. A 'verse where life is welcomed and cherished. A ravishing, ever-new place called UnderVerse. But the road to that 'verse crosses over the Threshold. The military ranks that accompanied the Necro leaders all chant in unison, "Threshold! Take us to the threshold!"


Meanwhile, Irgun, one of Lord Marshal's best (the warrior with a dagger stuck in his back), enters the arena fully armed. The Purifier continues that it is this 'verse that must be cleansed of life, so that UnderVerse can populate and prosper. Meccans clamor with concern hearing this. Lord Marshal boasts that every Necromonger in this hall, every one of the Legion Vast that just swept aside their defenses in one night . . . were once like them. Fought as feebly as them. Every Necromonger that lives today is a convert.


Various Helion politicos protest there will be no conversion. The Purifier adds that they all began as something else. It was hard for him to accept, too, when he first heard these words. But he changed. He let them take away his pain. Just as they will change when they realize that the threshold to the UnderVerse will be crossed only by those who have embrace the Necromonger faith. They must drop to their knees and ask to be purified.


A Helion Politico step forwards insisting that they will not renounce their faith. No one here will do what they ask. It is unthinkable. Helion Prime is a world of many peoples, many religions. And they simply cannot and will not be converted. Lord Marshal steps toward the Helion Politico, grabbing him in his strange way of power. He somehow rips out the soul of the politico, the man collapses to the ground. Lord Marshal, "Join him . . . or join me." Realizing there is no hope, all the Mecca citizens in the arena bow to the Necro leader.


Except for Riddick, Necro Commander Vaacko notices him and warns him this is his last chance to bow. Riddick, "I bow to no man. . . . . But I will take a piece of him." He points to Ingur who accepts the challenge. The two position themselves in battle stance, Ingur strikes first. Riddick is quick and dodges his strikes repeatedly. Then as Ingur has his back to his opponent, Riddick spin and yanks the dagger out of his back. Dodging and spinning, he thrusts the dagger into Ingur's stomach, repeating the offense. Ingur crumbles to the ground, tumbling down the stairs. Dead.






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