Richard B. Riddick was many things during his life. Convict. Murderer. An animal, in every sense of the word. A Furyan.

But now, he'd become Lord Marshal, having killed the previous ruler, Zhylaw, and claiming the mantle for his own. A Furyan, one of the last of a dying race, now ruled the most dangerous and lethal army in all the galaxy.

As custom, all the previous Marshal's possessions were brought forth to be examined by the new Marshal. Those he found favorable, he coveted for himself, while the rest were disposed of.

This included many objects. Treasure, weapons, men, and women from all walks of life. Pets, really; each one brought before Riddick to be examined. This included you.

You were the latest pet that Zhylaw had gotten. Not yet 'broken in'; still rebellious and fiery. The previous Lord Marshall preferred to break his pets himself, not using the brainwashing until he'd had his fun. But, Riddick had killed him before you could follow the rest of the slaves in this cycle.

Now, the new Lord Marshall observed you from his throne, wearing dark metal armor. His eyes, uncovered, gleamed like two twin moons in the low light.