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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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Mouth open in shock, the half Klingon captain stared at the monstrous creature that had just burst into their little clearing. She had expected the approaching enemy to be big but not this big! In contrast to the sheer size and the sense of immense danger she radiated, the warrior drones seemed small and harmless.

The Kainde Amedha queen stood at around five metres tall, maybe more. Her monstrous skull was framed by a large spiked crest that extended back, protecting the vulnerable points at the back of the neck. She was sleek and almost skeletal in appearance, long slender legs that were nevertheless powerful and two pairs of arms at the front, one set long and the other shorter. Both sets terminated in human-like hands with long clawed fingers. Her segmented tail lashed from side to side, the motion reminding Kehlan of a Terran cat, although no cat she had ever seen had a tail lined with spikes and ending in a vicious barbed dart.

For a split second Kehlan came dangerously close to panic as the adrenaline flooding her system gave rise to the fight or flight instinct. Taking a deep breath, she ruthlessly forced back the fear that was threatening to overwhelm her. She was a Klingon warrior, she reminded herself and she would not run from danger. If death came for her today she would face it with honour, fighting to the end as a warrior should. There were far worse ways to end one’s life than in battle side by side with a friend.

She glanced at the tall predator, meeting his eyes as she mentally prepared herself for the fight “Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam” she said, reverting momentarily to her native language, “It is a good day to die”

Her Yautja companion did not comprehend the words she had spoken, but something in her tone and expression gave him an idea of their importance. “D’tai’kai-dte sa-de nau’gkon dtain’aun bpi-de” he responded. The words seemed appropriate. ‘The fight begun would not end until the end’. An old proverb, one that George had heard many times without completely understanding. Of course a fight ended when it ended, why say something so obvious? Now though, as he looked at the Kainde Amedha queen, he finally understood. This had been his first hunt, his blooding hunt. He’d already been successful, had acquired the necessary trophies to prove his adulthood, his ability as a warrior, but if he could take down the Kainde Amedha queen and bring back her skull then his position in the pack would be assured.

The young hunter shrugged, amused by the irony of his ambition. His first hunt might well also be his Final Hunt. Blooded warriors, older, more experienced and better armed than he had lost their lives to the alien queens. To tackle one with only blade and claws was suicide. He could see in Kay-lan’s eyes that she understood that. If she felt fear, she was not showing it, rather an acceptance and readiness for what was to come. Well, the Predator decided, if the Black Warrior desired their presence, then they would go with honour. He could think of no better company at his end.

What had gone wrong, the young hunter wondered? There should have been no queen on this world. Blooding hunts were strictly regulated by the Elders and followed an age old pattern that had served them well for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. Eggs from the captive queen were seeded on the chosen planet, each one numbered and accounted for from the moment of laying through to the death of the drone. The Hunt Leaders would allow just enough time to let the drones emerge and grow and then the hunt would begin. At the end of the hunt, any drone left alive would be tracked down and killed by the older warriors. Why, George asked himself, had so much time been allowed to go by that a queen had been able to develop?

Time seemed to both speed up and slow down as, hissing, the queen lunged towards them, her jaws gaping open revealing that rod-like inner mouth with its rows of serrated, razor sharp teeth. Her attention was almost completely on the Yautja, some vague genetic memory warning her that his kind represented danger. The other being, the small one, she did not recognise and she dismissed it as irrelevant, nothing more than a potential host for one of her young.

Wristblades extended, the young predator braced himself for the onslaught, holding himself still until the last possible second, then moving to attack, blades flashing in the dappled sunlight as he launched himself forward.

Kehlan studied the creature looking for vulnerable points. There had to be a way to turn the creature’s superior size and weight against it. She remembered the words of her teachers. ‘Suvlu'taHvIS yapbe' HoS neH!’ Brute strength is not the most important asset in a fight. In a battle like this, guile and intelligence counted for much.

A thick chitinous exoskeleton covered the queen’s body, much as it did the drones. The weak points would be the joints, she realised, and the throat. As the monstrous queen lowered her head, powerful double jaws snapping at the young predator, Kehlan saw her opportunity. Letting out a harsh battle cry, she dashed in, under the queens outstretched limbs and stabbed upwards with her improvised spear. Her aim was true and the spike found that tiny chink between the armoured plates at the junction between neck and head. With a scream of pain and fury, the queen reared up, the force of her movement ripping the shaft of the spear out of Kehlan’s grip.

“Cjit” Kehlan swore, unknowingly using a word she had picked up from her predator friend. She was unsure of the exact translation but its sound was close enough to a particular Terran expletive for her to guess at its meaning. The long spindly fingers of the queen’s hand grabbed hold of the spear shaft ripping it free and flinging it away from herself, the gesture opening up the wound further and sending a gout of white acidic blood spraying in every direction. Kehlan dived sideways to avoid the burning acid, the movement followed by viciously snapping jaws.

His mandibles flaring slightly in amusement at his companion’s language, George let out a howl, reminding the queen of his presence and distracting her from his companion. Hissing her displeasure, she turned her great head from one to the other and the young predator howled a second time, brandishing his weapons at her. Satisfied that his Klingon friend was clear he pivoted and struck at her inner jaw.

The queen was too quick for him. Screeching she brought up a limb to protect herself and lashed out at her tormentor. George had injured her, the blow that had been intended for her jaw, instead connecting one of her arms and coming close to severing it. Her return strike knocked him off his feet, sending him crashing into a shrub. Luminous yellow-green blood welled up where a vicious swipe of her claws opened up three parallel wounds diagonally across his face, barely missing his eyes.

Half stunned, the young predator lay in the ruined foliage, the wound bleeding profusely and blurring his vision. He forced himself into a sitting position, raising a clawed hand to wipe the blood from his eyes before struggling to his feet. The alien queen had come very close to blinding the young predator in one eye. As it was, the wounds were deep and he would carry the scars for the rest of his life. Whether that life was to be measured in minutes or years was at that point hard to tell.
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