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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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At this time of day, early evening, the Ten Forward lounge was busy as various crewmembers congregated at shift’s end to get something to eat and talk over the day with their friends and colleagues. Located, as its name suggested on Deck 10 and at the extreme fore of the ship, its windows afforded a good view of the Yautja ship. Not surprisingly, the alien vessel was the major topic of conversation in the bar.

Petty Officer Alberto Rossi nursed the large brandy the holographic barkeep had pressed into his hands. Synthehol or not, it tasted like the real thing, strong, smooth and potent, giving him at least the temporary illusion of comforting, mind numbing forgetfulness. With a sudden, convulsive gesture, he picked up the glass and gulped its contents down before holding out the empty glass for a refill. “Give me another, Bart” he demanded of the hologram, “and make it a double”

Bart, as the holographic Bartender liked to call himself, obligingly reached for the bottle of brandy. Deftly opening the lid, he started to pour. The amber liquid splashed on to the bar and with a slight frown, Bart removed the glass from Rossi’s trembling hands and filled it up. “Something’s got you in a twist” the hologram commented. ”Want to talk about it?”

“Predators… Brutal murderers…” Rossi mumbled the reply before taking another mouthful of the brandy.

Sitting at a nearby table with his colleagues, Lieutenant J.G. Jonathon Price pricked up his ears as he listened to the conversation. Putting down his coffee, he pushed back his chair and got to his feet, crossing the few metres separating him from the bar. “You had a lucky escape” he remarked sympathetically. “It could have been you that was killed”

Rossi nodded vigorously, “It was horrible” he remembered, “O’Henry was a good guy, he didn’t deserve that! All he did was bump into one of them and they slaughtered him like a pig”

“Those things are dangerous” Price agreed, “One of my ancestors was killed by them. They hunt us like we are animals!” He shuddered, “And now they are walking loose around this ship and killing people! It’s not right!”

“I’m sure the command staff know what they are doing” Bart said uncomfortably before turning away to serve another customer.

“The captains not here though, is she?” another crew member, wearing rank insignia that proclaimed him a chief petty officer, commented as he waited to be served, “I wouldn’t be surprised if those…” He gestured towards the Yautja ship, “… had something to do with that!”

Rossi shivered, “Someone should do something”

“You should not say such things.” The speaker was a tall, slightly skinny Lieutenant who spoke with a French accent. Philippe Goyard had transferred in from the USS Obready a few months back. He’d been listening to the conversation for some time but until now, had not contributed to it.

“Well it’s true” Rossi said belligerently, “If the officers won’t do anything, we…”

“Do not say it” Goyard interrupted urgently, getting to his feet. “Such talk could be considered mutiny! I want nothing to do with this.” He placed his glass carefully on the bar and with a polite “merci” to the bartender, he turned and hurried away.

Bart raised an eyebrow and picked up the Frenchman's discarded drink as the lounge doors whispered shut behind him.

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Beverages were also being served on Endeavour’s bridge. Ch’Tang’s science officer took a sip of the raktajino she had been offered and zoomed in on the cluster of data she had been examining. She scowled in concentration before looking up at the Vulcan seated next to her. “What’s that?”

S’ian leaned over to study the data. “Background radiation” he said after a moment.

Vixis shook her head. “It’s more than that” she insisted, reaching across him to manipulate the console in an attempt to clear up the image. “Look, here’s the galactic background… and here… there’s a slight spike in the gamma spectrum that isn’t natural”

The Vulcan considered the information on the screen before slowly nodding. She was right and while it might turn out to be nothing, it was worth investigating. “Run a scan” he instructed, “See if we can trace it back to its source”

“The Yautja may consider a scan to be provocative” Vixis reminded him. Not particularly concerned at the idea, she was already initiating the procedure.

“We have a missing captain” S’ian pointed out calmly, “The Yautja have refused to negotiate without her presence. Logic dictates therefore that they will not take offence if we do everything in our power to locate her”

“I thought you’d say that” Vixis grinned. “Initiating scans”

For some time Vulcan and Klingon worked together, side by side, concentrating on the information that was coming in from the scans.

“I’m detecting traces of duranium alloy on the planet’s surface” S’ian said eventually, his fingers deftly manipulating the computer and enhancing the data stream.

The Klingon scientist frowned, leaning closer to S’ian to study the information on his console. “Federation comm badges contain Duranium. It is not a natural substance.”

The Vulcan touched his comm badge, opening a channel. “General, we have picked up a signal” he reported crisply, “We believe it may be Captain Kehlan’s combadge”

“On my way!” With typical Klingon abruptness Khetara cut the call.

A few moments later, the turbo-lift doors opened disgorging the Klingon General onto the bridge, along with Colonel Speares and the Yautja contingent. After the incident in the corridors, not feeling it appropriate to leave the ambassador and his escort in the hands of junior officers, had decided to bring them to the bridge with her.

There was a frown on the Klingon woman’s face as she stepped onto the bridge, “Any life-signs?”

“No General” S’ian said, “However the signal is hidden in the galactic background radiation. It is very faint and there may be something blocking our scans”

“Well done S’ian”

“The credit belongs to Vixis” the Vulcan said steadily. “It is she who noticed the data spike”

Khetara felt a moment of pride. Vulcan’s, with their logical minds, were considered the best scientists in the galaxy. It was almost a cliché, reinforced by the fact that the majority of Vulcans serving in Starfleet, served in a scientific capacity. Every ship wanted a Vulcan science officer. But it was her scientist, a Klingon, who had found the elusive link that just might lead to the recovery of the missing captain. She made a mental note to recommend Vixis for a commendation once this was over.

Vixis shrugged off the praise, pulling up a map of the planet’s surface. “The signal appears to be coming from a mountainous region in the north of the main continent. Our scans show the area is mostly covered with jungle.”

“I don’t understand it” Speares said frustratedly, “There’s nothing wrong with the transporters, the coordinates were correct. How did she… or her comm signal… end up down there?”
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