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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The second day’s march was no easier for Kehlan than the first one had been. The predator she had nicknamed George seemed to have no mercy and had kept up a punishing pace that left her exhausted and struggling to keep up. Before the trek had begun, George had watched with what could only be amusement glittering in those deep set amber eyes as his Klingon companion tried to work some of the kinks and aches out of her system. The clearing they had sheltered in had been just large enough for her to spend a few scant minutes working through a condensed form of her usual morning exercise routine. The traditional movements of mok’bara usually left her feeling relaxed and centred, ready for anything. Today it had done nothing to alleviate the tension she felt, the nagging feeling that something was very, very wrong.

Kehlan paused for a moment to take a quick drink of water and wipe the perspiration from her eyes. The heat and humidity were almost unbearable. There was in fact, very little sweat to wipe away and the Klingon woman knew she would have to be vigilant or fall victim to severe dehydration. She had long since discarded the armoured jacket with the fur sleeves that formed part of her uniform. In this climate its weight was a liability she could not afford. The light under-vest she wore would offer her no protection in a fight but her earlier battle with the alien creature had already proved that her armour was useless in that regard. The beast’s razor sharp talons had ripped through the heavy leather jacket with its metal plates as though it were made of wet tissue paper.

She sighed, wishing, not for the first time since she’d been stranded on this planet, for a cold shower and a comfortable bed… or any bed for that matter. Even the hard metal bunk that served as a sleeping surface on Klingon ships would be an improvement on clinging to a branch half way up a tree.

The Klingon captain took another careful sip of water from the container George had given her. Thankfully water seemed to be plentiful in this environment, as did food, or at least, plentiful for those who knew where to look for it. Even so, it was a precious resource that she was determined not to squander. Kehlan had been well trained in survival skills and like most Klingons she was a natural hunter. Surviving here until her ship came for her… IF they came for her… the thought was unproductive and she attempted to push it away… would not be difficult, provided that was, that those g’dayt monsters would only leave them alone.

After several hours of travel, she was still no closer to understanding that cryptic comment that George had made during what passed for breakfast. Just when she had thought they were beginning to communicate, it had all gone wrong. What had he meant with those words, ‘Ooman no ship’ she wondered? What had he been trying to tell her? It seemed to Kehlan that he had been telling her that her ship was not there. Had the Yautja – or someone or something else - destroyed Endeavour or forced it to withdraw? That her communicator was useless, not even giving off static, led her to fear the worst. That her communicator was useless, not even giving off static, led her to fear the worst. Even if a Federation vessel were destroyed, she should still be able to receive the automated transponders of the life-pods or at the very least, the flight recorder – the Black Box as the Terrans called it.

So far, there had been two more encounters with the alien creatures, the Kainde Amedha as she had learned George called them. The first had been a chance meeting with a single specimen. Crashing through the undergrowth right into their path, the creature had been as surprised as they were and George had taken it down easily and efficiently, barely seeming to tax himself.

The second encounter had been a little more closely run. It was later in the day and the movement of the planet had placed the light against them. The odd couple were walking almost directly into the sun when an entire pack of the creatures had come blundering into their way. If the young predator’s senses had not been so attuned to their surroundings that he had heard them coming before they actually arrived, the skirmish might have ended differently. Certainly, Kehlan reflected, it had been a hard fought battle. Taking on one of the creatures had been bad enough but several of them at once and in such an enclosed space had been almost too much. As it was, both she and George would have several new scars to show off once their wounds healed.

Actually, she thought, she owed the Yautja hunter her life. At one point during the battle, as she had attempted to defend herself from one of the creatures, a second one had sideswiped her with its vicious claws, sending her crashing into a tree trunk. The impact was so hard that the tree shuddered and a number of pieces of foliage and several branches tumbled down on top of the fallen Klingon. Kehlan had almost lost consciousness as she’d slid down the trunk into a heap on the ground, Sensing an easy victory her foe had had moved in for the kill. For a moment, her muggy, stunned brain could only process the concept that she was probably about to die. She would have died in moments except somehow George had been there, those formidable gauntlet mounted blades lashing out and driving the alien back, giving her the precious time she needed to stagger to her feet, raise the weapon that miraculously was still in her hand and rejoin the fight.

There was no let up in the Yautja's relentless pace even after the battle was won. By the time George called a halt, it was getting dark again and Kehlan was in a state of complete mental and physical exhaustion. She sank gratefully to the ground, too tired to bother with the rations that the predator was pressing into her hands. He growled at her and she knew that he was telling her to eat. Hazily she shook her head, her eyes closing as she gave into the seductive, numbing bliss of unconsciousness. Sleep claimed her. It wasn’t safe to sleep on the ground. She knew that but could not bring herself to care.

Kehlan never stirred from her slumber as her Yautja companion lifted her carefully. Taking a moment to arrange her so that he was supporting her weight with one arm, her limp body half draped over his shoulder, he leapt for the tree tops and the comparative safety that the jungle canopy offered. When he judged they were high enough to be safe, George laid Kehlan on a wide bough, propping her against a fork in the trunk so that she would not fall. The black sky above was speckled with the glittering diamonds of stars as he had hunkered down to keep watch over the exhausted Klingon and wait for dawn.
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