Never once did I think that I would be a merc. Bringing in bounties left and right, and being able to kill someone without batting an eye. I suppose though, that grief and time changes people. I used to be someone who would always help first and ask questions later. I was so naive, but I guess I had the excuse of being the younger sister. My older sister always took care of me, especially since our parents died, and sheltered me from many things. Of course that was before I met my first convict.

When my sister left for schooling, leaving me alone for the next two to three years, I ran into a man who had a stab wound to his side. Despite not knowing who he was, I took him back to my home and nursed him back to health. I never knew he was a convict until he tried to kill me, forcing me to end his life. I remember the knife I held in my hand, still covered in his blood after I gave into my baser instincts. The crash of my door being broken down as a group of mercs stepped inside. That was the day I met Boss Johns and his team: Dahl, Moss and Lockspur. He took me under his wing and became a father figure in my life, training me to become a mercenary like him. After three years I left with him, leaving behind a note for my sister when she came back. Thus, starting my days as a mercenary.

I was the tracker in the group, but I could also be described as a profiler. I would study each of our targets before we went after them, and I would determine what they would do. From types of victims to descriptions of their crimes, from murder to extortion, I always deduced either where they would go next or what the perfect bait would be. I became something of a legend in merc circles, known only as Tracker, and everyone knew not to mess with me. After all, I was more animal than human now. That day all those years ago unleashed the primal part of me, making me more dangerous. Heightened senses and enhanced reflexes made one wary to come after me.

Then came the day ten years ago, when I found out the ship my sister was on never made it to its destination in the Tangiers System. I knew she was dead, it was an instinct of mine. I mourned for her, as did Johns when he heard his son didn't make it either. From that day we searched for answers, and found that his son was escorting Richard B. Riddick, who managed to leave the planet alive. We've searched for him since then, finding nothing as leads became colder. Then one day, we got a break.

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I was sharpening one of my knives when Dahl came rushing in. "Aveline, suit up. We've found him."

I hurriedly pulled on my usual garb before strapping on all of my weapons. I pull on my gloves before heading towards the cockpit. I look out over a desolate planet as we come in. Over the comms I hear a male voice with a Spanish accent say, "Unidentified vessel, this is Clan Vagos out of Ursa Five. Be advised that we are on the ground now and have responded to emergency signal. No distress found, no need to land. I repeat, there is no reason for you to land at this location at this time." I roll my eyes at him, but ignore him as Johns went to land the ship. "Is that clear? No reason for you to land at this location at this time."

As we land, I head back to the team and place a comm unit in my ear. While the others head outside to meet the other merc group, I grab my holographic map so I could scout the land and place it in a pouch on my belt before following. I heard Boss tell the other merc leader, "It was a long haul. We could take on some water." I walk up behind him as he continued. "Wouldn't mind a little true-gravity time either."

I noticed the merc leader look me over, before giving Boss an annoyed look. "Like I was saying, I've got this."

I ignored his look and turn my attention to Johns. I leaned in and whispered. "I'm gonna go scout out the land. I'll be back by nightfall."

"Be careful. We don't know where he is."

I nod before leaving. I sniff the air and notice a fresh scent of blood. Following it, I find the body of a young black woman, shot in the back. I knew she was dead, but I had to check her pulse to be sure. I close my eyes in pity of the poor woman, who was killed so cowardly. I looked over the top of her body and noticed earth that was recently disturbed. I sniff the air again and noticed a faint scent of a human, mixed with animal. I knew that it was Riddick and he left not long ago. I look around, but decide not to pursue him before knowing the land and having backup.

I scout the land, noting the cave system and the different animals that reside here. I came into contact with creatures that came from the water in a cave, and was able to get some venom from one of the smaller ones. I would analyze it when i got back to base. It didn't take long, since the scan had a wide range. The entire time I felt eyes on me, but I ignored them as I walked back to the merc base.

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As Aveline walked back, Riddick crouched on top of a ridge, staring after her. He's heard of the famous Tracker, as all convicts had. Though he wasn't expecting a young woman, about 25-30 years old. He sniffed the air, trying to find her scent, and was surprised at the primal scent coming from her. It wasn't often that you would find a merc that gave into their inner animal, but when they did, they were dangerous. Yet something about her felt familiar, but he couldn't quite figure her out. He would watch her, see what she could do. If the stories are to be believed, she will be a worthy adversary to go up against.