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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Predator movie series, nor do I own Star Trek, nor any of the characters from either of them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Kehlan awoke, her whole body stiff and sore. Rolling slightly to one side, she was startled by the sudden sensation of empty space beneath her and even as her companion reached out a large clawed hand to pull her back to safety, she remembered too late, exactly where she was.

It had been very obvious the previous day that they could not stay where they were. More of those terrifying alien creatures had turned up in the clearing and for a while the fighting had become very intense. There was no time now for one to stand and admire the fighting technique of the other, the numbers of attackers swarming in to the clearing had resulted in Klingon and Predator fighting back to back for their very survival. Not that she’d got too close to George, his combat technique did not allow for that. Kehlan valued her own life too much to get in the way of the massive blades on his wrist gauntlets, nevertheless they had been close enough to defend each other, and each had saved the other’s life on more that one occasion during that battle.

With no vocabulary in common, communication was not easy and after what was by necessity, a very short discussion the two allies had decided to move out. They’d taken a south westerly direction. Kehlan had wanted to head north. There were mountains in that direction and they didn’t look too far away – and where there were mountains there would probably be caves, and shelter. It was also possible she thought, that if she could get high enough, she could get above whatever interference was preventing her from contacting her ship and just maybe, she would be able to call for help.

But George had thought differently. In fact, he had come very close to losing his temper at her insistence. The big predator understood what she did not – the life cycle of the alien xenomorphs. To head towards the mountains on a planet infested by the Kainde Amedha, was suicidal, and he’d kill his new friend himself before he’d allow her to fall victim to the horrors of impregnation and the agonising death that would inevitably follow.

He’d got his way in the end, pointing towards the carcasses littering the ground, and then gesturing towards the mountains. Then, he had simply grabbed hold of Kehlan’s hand and started to march off in his chosen direction. It took Kehlan only a moment to break free of his grip but conceding that the big predator knew this planet better than she did, she followed him without further argument.

They’d been walking for several hours and had made good progress towards whatever goal the young warrior had in mind, although Kehlan had a good idea that if he had been alone, George would have been able to move much faster. She was slowing him down, unable to move through the jungle environment with the same agility that he could. So far though, he remained a tolerant, if hard taskmaster, pushing her relentlessly onwards until the journey became nothing more than a miserable blur of one foot in front of the other, pushing through the foliage as they followed no particular track that Kehlan could determine. She’d thought herself a good hunter but she realised almost immediately that she was no more than a child in her abilities when compared to the Yautja, and probably a rather stupid child at that.

Their journey was interrupted by a loud growling sound from Kehlan’s stomach. George turned, snarling at the sound, then broke into that trilling laughter as he realised what the sound was. The predator hesitated for a moment, thinking, then indicating to Kehlan, more by sign language than any other means, that she should remain where she was, he turned and disappeared into the jungle.

Kehlan stood for several moments, looking in the direction in which he had vanished, feeling a little unnerved by her sudden solitude. She was a Klingon warrior, she reminded herself sternly, she could and would survive here. Her Yautja friend would return. He would hardly have dragged her all this way only to abandon her now. In an effort to shake off her fears, she decided to make herself useful and contribute to the dinner table.

It was getting dark now and mindful of the fading light, she made her own way into the foliage, marking the trees with her dagger to enable her to find her way back. Moving silently, in the manner she had unconsciously picked up from her travelling companion, she was rewarded by the sight of a small squirrel-like creature nibbling something on a branch just above her eye level. Careful to make no sound that would alert the creature to her presence, she carefully withdrew her knife and taking aim, she threw it. Her aim was true and with a muted squeal as it died, the creature fell to the ground.

Satisfied, Kehlan moved over and picked up the furry carcass, taking note of the sticky sap like substance around its mouth. What had the creature been eating, she wondered, and was it edible to Klingons?

When George returned to the place where he had left the Ooman… no, he corrected himself, she had called herself Klingon, whatever that was… female, he found her sitting with her back against a tree trunk and skinning a pair of small animals with her knife. She’d also found fruit of various types he noted. That was good, meat was fine for a while but the sugars in the fruit would be most enjoyable.

With a grunt, he dropped his own kill onto the ground in front of her. The animal he’d hunted wasn’t particularly large but it was big enough to provide them with fresh meat for several days. It didn’t take them long to prepare the meal. Under the circumstances, lighting a fire did not seem advisable and by necessity, the meat was eaten uncooked. Having grown up on the Klingon home-world, Kehlan was not particularly bothered by raw meat and she ate her fill, finishing off her meal with some of the sweet, succulent berries she had found earlier.

Kehlan yawned suddenly and leaning back against the tree, she closed her eyes for a moment. She must have dozed off because the next thing she remembered, the predator was shaking her awake. It was fully dark now. If there was a moon or stars up there somewhere, their light was not penetrating the dense canopy. The sounds of the jungle had changed and the chirping of the insects and the rustling of unknown creatures somehow seemed ominous in the darkness.

George growled at her, and removing his clawed hand from her shoulder, he pointed upwards into the tree’s branches. Seeing that she did not understand he gestured at her and then upwards again before nimbly climbing up the trunk. He gestured again and Kehlan’s tired mind realised that he wanted her to follow him into the treetops. “You’ve got to be joking!” she muttered but at his insistent growl, she resignedly got to her feet and reached for the nearest branch, beginning, with some difficulty, to haul herself into the canopy.

Which was how, Kehlan thought ruefully, she had come to be falling out of a tree and nearly killing herself the following morning. It was a long way down from the vantage point that George had considered a safe place for them to spend the night and if it hadn’t been for the predator’s quick reactions….

He’d been right though to make her climb the tree, she acknowledged. She’d heard cracking twigs and snuffling sounds as some animal, a large animal, had passed through the clearing. In this jungle, it was not safe to sleep on the ground. Not that she’d slept much up the tree – it had not been the easiest place to get comfortable, and several times she had awoken with a start at some unknown sound, to see the Yautja’s amber eyes staring unwaveringly at her. Had he slept at all, she wondered, or had he kept watch over her all night?

If going up the tree had been difficult, Kehlan quickly discovered that going down was even harder, or at least, getting down in one piece! The big predator, moving as easily through the branches as he did on the ground, shook his head, trilling with laughter as he watched her careful descent.

Safely back on the ground, the two enjoyed a breakfast of sweet, juicy berries left over from the night before and as she ate, Kehlan tried her communicator again. There was still no response, absolutely nothing, not even static. Seeing her companion’s curious stare Kehlan wondered how she could explain to him that she was trying to contact her ship?

A sudden idea crossed her mind and she scraped away some of the undergrowth to reveal bare earth. Using a twig, she drew a circle with rays coming out of it to represent the sun. Then she drew a second circle near the first one, hoping he would understand that it represented the planet. Carefully watching his reactions, she drew a crude image of a starship.

His mandibles flared and he said something in his own language, extending one clawed finger to touch the image of the ship.

“Ship” Kehlan said, enunciating the word clearly and slowly. “Ooman ship.” Bending forward, she added a second ship to the picture in the dirt. “Yautja ship.”

The predator was still for a moment, considering. Then slowly he looked up, gesturing from the drawing to himself and back again. “Geo’rrge…. Yautja sssheep”

“Yes” Kehlan nodded with satisfaction. So far he seemed to understand. Their ability to communicate with each other might be rudimentary but it was a start. Her satisfaction was however, short lived.

With a motion that was startling in its suddenness, George leaned over and with one sweep of his claws, obliterated the image of the ship Kehlan had designated as Ooman. “Ooman no sssheep”

Kehlan stared at him in consternation. “Ooman no ship?” What in the name of Kahless did that mean?
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