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All the Kingsmen	By : DustyDollEyes Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Predator, Aliens, or Halo nor do I make any money from this fanfic. They belong to FOX and Bungi respectivley

Chapter List
- 1-All the Kingsmen
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Author’s Note: This story is a crossover of AvP and Halo. This first chapter is mostly Halo related but the rest will be mainly Predator and some Alien. Don’t worry, the Yautja are coming!! J
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Jennifer sipped at her coffee. She savored its taste for only a minute before swallowing. Some days, it seemed, black just wasn’t strong enough. She massaged her forehead as she stared at the computer screen. Once again she was hard at work translating, reading and retyping Shangheili into English or Spanish or whatever language they paid her to type up.
Jen leaned back in her chair with a sigh. She shouldn’t complain. ONI had been generous in offering her this job at Section One. She knew they wanted to keep her in the system not only for her talents as a Linguist, but her close ties to the Shangheili and Covenant Separatists.
While serving under Sgt. Avery J. Johnson, Jennifer was near-fatally wounded during the Battle of Installation 05. It was because of the relationships she and a few others had developed between the Shangheili Separatists who aided and saved them that made ONI want to keep her around.
Jennifer touched at her rib cage near-unconsciously; feeling the scar of a Covenant Needler beneath her shirt. The rubbery feel of scar tissue and shortened rib bones brought back the faint memory of pain and a strong recollection of purpose. As much of a gift as this job was it ended up being a desk job hobby that kept her busy. Nothing could touch the rush of battle than her past job had.
‘Job’. More like past life.
A tiny ‘beep’ derailed her thoughts. The holo-pad near her desk hummed near-silently as the image of the Greek goddess Artemis came together in a flicker of numbers and lines.
“Confirmation of your last translation has reached the Imperial Admiral and ONI is awaiting further response.” The AI brushed back a curl from her dark face and her eyes shone an obvious glimmer of boredom.
Missy, as she was called, stood leaning to one side with her arms crossed. A preferred pose and an indication of monotony.
“Thank you Missy.” Jennifer sipped at her coffee.
“Any other menial errands you want me to run?” The sarcasm in her voice was thick and it made Jen smile.
Missy had a personality all her own, as was the nature of a Smart AI. Jennifer had received Missy upon accepting this job. She had not thought that her position warranted the need of an AI let alone a Smart one. However she was a firm believer in never looking a gift horse in the mouth. The AI was already three years old to boot. AI are normally assigned a role in ‘life’ and very rarely change occupations bringing up the question as to what Missy had been previously involved in and why she had switched .
Her character was tall and lean with curls draping her slim shoulders and over her Grecian tunic. Her complexion was dark for an AI and she always had a bow and quiver full of arrows slung across her back as well as an ancient hunting knife at her ankle and rope on her hip. The intensity in her gaze was that of a wolf or big cat stalking its prey, waiting for the opportunity to go for the kill.
Jennifer’s family were avid hunters of big and small game as well. She also enjoyed the quick wit and sarcasm of her holographic assistant and companion. A smile crossed her lips as she set her mug down.
“No, nothing for now. I’ve almost finished this list by the Imperial Admiral of the confiscated items from the Covenant Loyalists.” Jennifer swiveled her chair back to the screen to type out the last few sentences.
Missy rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“I’m getting sick of seeing you in that chair all the time. You need to get out more. Have a life!”
“You’re telling me to have a life?” Jen asked with a chuckle.
“Yes. Get out of the office and have some fun. And for Zeus’s sake take me with you!” The AI shifted leaning from one side to the other as if to punctuate her desire to get away.
“I don’t think Section One would very much appreciate me running off for a night on the town with the only AI connected to the Separatists.” Jennifer hit the ‘send’ button and waited for confirmation.
“Maybe not on the town then. What about a safari like the ones you’ve been on before? I am the Goddess of the Hunt for a reason you know.” Missy strung an arrow to her bow and aimed at an unseen target.
“Oh that’s why? And here I thought it was to bring our two cultures together with a show of human reverence for the hunter and the warrior. Aspects the Shangheili admire.” Jennifer laced her fingers and leaned back in her chair. Amusement on her face.
“Details, details.” Missy shrugged as she returned the arrow to her quiver. “All I know is you’ve done nothing but sit on your duff and stare at a flickering screen and type for the last month and a half. I may only be an AI but even I can see the longing in your eyes for the freedom of the wild. Something we share.”
Jennifer chuckled lightly, but knew the AI was telling the truth; and if she could see it in Jen then it was getting bad. A quick glance at the calendar on the wall told her that--.
“You have a weekend off coming up and with the way things are going on the front, communications will be limited to the soldiers in the field. And if anything does come home, I can surely take care of it and send it on its way. I’m your assistant for a reason, I know the language too.” Missy stared Jennifer down, waiting for her move.
She shook her head. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”
“How else am I going to have a wild AI party without getting you out of here?” A smirk graced Missy’s digital lips.
Jennifer stared out the window of her office. The hustle and bustle of rush hour traffic was inaudible through the unbreakable soundproof glass, but the sight alone was enough. The slow moving vehicles and their exhaust; the tall grey and glass skyscrapers where she could see other people going about their business. Everyone and everything crammed together and stacked on top of each other.
Just barely a year ago she had been in the thick of all that was savage and wild, but after nearly dying on some foreign godforsaken husk of a planet, she questioned if it would be as she remembered. Would she be able to handle the wild she had known as a youth and a Marine? Or would she find something new and different to her soul?
“You’re not scared are you?” Missy interjected.
“What?” Jennifer asked, both unsure of the question as well as shocked.
“You are scared, aren’t you? I mean why shouldn’t you be? You had your left lung punctured less than a year ago and you almost died. Science does wonders but you never grew your lung completely back. And all the shrapnel they dug out of your back; it’s a real miracle you can even stand as bad as your muscles had been shredded. A hunt or strenuous excursion might not be good for your airways and your back. Maybe a nice trip to a tropical commercial planet. One with plenty of hot springs and spas.” Missy was laying bait, but Jennifer’s ego pushed her to accept. Hook. Line. And sinker.
Jennifer straightened in her seat and her smile faded. She had always been a very proud person and this blatant attack on her prowess as not only a hunter but a soldier and survivor as well was not going to be taken lying down. Any doubts that Jennifer had about herself would permanently remain to her; no one else’s opinion mattered but her own.
“I’ve been hunting since I could crawl, and I’ve had bigger scratches on my ass than some measly missing lung.” An obvious exaggeration, but the AI didn’t call her on it; she had done all she needed.
“I’ve still got what it takes to take down a bull rynth or a charging Jiralhanae. A year is plenty of time to recoup from the brink of death’s door and I could use another head to mount in my trophy room or above my mantle.” Jennifer’s face tinged red with the anger of a slightly bruised ego. “I need a few days of prep and the go-ahead from the boss and I’ll have you eating the word ‘scared’ when I get back.”
“If you say so. Just make sure to get all your vaccinations and take lots of pictures for me.” Missy smiled and vanished into the System to let the seeds she planted grow. Jennifer may be a war hero and sharper than most but nothing topples a proud beast like striking it right in the heart; the ego. Missy set to the work she had put off until now and began her wait as the patient hunter in the end is the more fruitful.
Jennifer slumped into her chair with an aggravated huff. So much for easing herself back into the hunt, her pride had just catapulted her into the thick of it. Oh well, it wasn’t the first nor the last time she would regret her ego. She rubbed her forehead again as the mild ache of a migraine began.
“Damn,” she murmured, “I need a drink.”

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