Kat couldnâ€™t help but flinch when Eric mentioned that Riddick would not leave until he got what he wanted. That man was ruthless and angry and always has been, though now it seems he was even more ruthless then he had been when she was training under him. He was also the one who taught her to always get what she wanted and what she had told him before she kissed him was no lie. She always got what he wanted and made sure of it. Gendahl fleet has always been unstable, she knew, which was part of the reason she had been kicked out and sent to Shalona though she had a feeling Riddick played a part in that. Whatever his reason was, she had no idea, if he did. Right now she placed it aside, wanting to focus more on what was happening now rather than on Riddick. When the time came, she would have to tell Eric about her time with Gendahl fleet but not now.<br/><br/>She took in a deep breath and watched as Ryan read over the letter, â€œGendahl is an older fleet dating back to when society first discovered it was possible to travel safely through space quickly, that much I know, so Iâ€™m not surprised that itâ€™s only a shadow of its former self. Iâ€™m sure Riddick is partially to blame for that.â€ She said quietly. Gendahl was indeed once a grand fleet, though cruel, the most powerful in existence during the wars, but they have always been somewhat divided as well. Perhaps now was the time to explain her association after allâ€¦ Kat looked down for a moment, glancing at the marks on her wrists, before she leaned back against the couch at an angle where she faced both Eric and Ryan. â€œRiddick was not only my self-defense teacher, but the man who taught me how to use pressure points and other methods to torture someone as well as one of the first men I fell in love with.â€<br/><br/>There was more to the story of course, but she wanted to save that for a time where she and Eric had a chance to speak to each other again. She blushed with slight embarrassment bringing that up and she couldnâ€™t help but look down at the floor then.<br/><br/>â€œIs that so?â€ Ryan commented, looking up from the letter to Kat briefly, then looking to Eric. â€œJeremy is a familiar name, but itâ€™s been awhile since Iâ€™ve came in contact with the fleet so Iâ€™m not sure if thatâ€™s the same Jeremy I knew or not. Either way, if there are people on that fleet who give a shit about other people theyâ€™re definitely not a common sight.â€ Ryan then sighed heavily; Kat could tell he probably didnâ€™t like playing soldier for too long. Perhaps he was a little uncomfortable with this subject as well. â€œIf this Riddick character is after you two, then I think you should stay here until everything dies down a bit.â€ There was a slight pause and he rubbed his chin in thought, â€œIs there any way for you to contact your fleet? I'll try to find a way to get you back safely.â€<br/><br/>Kat was about to speak again when one of Ryanâ€™s men hesitantly entered the room. The man was nervous, shaking, and he looked rather concerned. He was also rather quiet which she felt to be unusual for someone who belonged to a man like Ryanâ€™s gang. There was something about the look on the manâ€™s face that made her feel rather uncomfortable and she could feel herself sink back into the couch a bit more. Perhaps she was anticipating what was going to be said or maybe a part of her expected Riddick to be standing behind the man with a bloody knife and a dark smile plastered on his face. She tried her best to get the latter out of her head and buried her face in her hands.<br/><br/>â€œSir, we have a problem.â€ The man spoke finally. His voice was shaky and he fidgeted a lot while he spoke, trying his best to look his boss in the eye. â€œApparently Martial Law has been declared on the city and the Gendahl fleet is in utter chaos, claiming some of their men have gone rogue. Theyâ€™re tearing the place apart.â€