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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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Sitting at the desk in her office, just off the bridge of the elderly battle cruiser she commanded, General Khetara epetai Rustadh considered the mission that lay ahead of her. It was only a month since her promotion to flag rank and this would be her first major mission. No doubt, she thought grimly, her superiors expected her to fail. The only female to currently hold the rank of General, there had been many who had vehemently disapproved of her promotion. Well, she would disappoint her detractors, prove them wrong. It might be true that her House name had assisted her, her family was after all a powerful one, well represented in the High Council, but her battle record spoke for itself.

She gave a fierce grin as she thought of the vessel that had carried her through those battles. The IKV Ch’Tang might be old but it was not toothless. She had commanded this ship through the Dominion War, had fought battle after battle and had brought her crew through the worst of it, not only alive but victorious. Since then, she had served with honour as part of the joint Federation/Klingon Rapid Response Fleet based at Starbase 24, an assignment that had proved both interesting and challenging. The once rampant pirates and smugglers had long since learned to fear the name Ch’Tang. In her admittedly biased opinion, the crew of the Ch’Tang were the best in the Defence Force and old or not, there was no other ship she would rather have as her flagship.

Reaching across her desk she picked up the mission briefing and studied it again, although by now she could recite it from memory. Her orders were to meet with the Federation ship USS Endeavour, under the command of her old friend, Fleet Captain Kehlan sutai Inigan.

It would not be the first time that the two ships and their crews had worked together but things had changed since then. Now she, Khetara, was the senior officer. With her recent promotion, she now outranked her old friend and colleague. She’d sent Kehlan a message only a few minutes ago, instructing her to beam across at sixteen hundred hours to finish their preparations for the mission. It seemed odd to be giving orders to the one who had been her senior during those years at the Federation base. Not that Kehlan begrudged it though. The other woman had been genuinely pleased for her, had been very vocal in her opinion that it was about time the Defence Force rewarded Khetara as she deserved.

Female officers did not get the recognition that they should, Khetara mused. Kehlan had been wise to accept the transfer to the Federation during the Dominion War, a transfer that had eventually led to her marriage to a Federation officer and promotion to the captaincy of a Federation starship. Her friend was technically Houseless, although she had later been adopted into the House of Inigan, and had she remained in the Defence Force, would never have been allowed to progress past science officer. It was unfair, Khetara acknowledged, but that was the way things were. She hoped that her own promotion to flag rank would open the door for other deserving women to take their rightful place.

The mission the two ships had been given was a very important one. When they reached the agreed upon rendezvous point, they would be met by a third ship, a vessel of the Yautja - a race long thought to be nothing more than legend. This would be First Contact… first official contact, she corrected herself. .

For centuries the Klingon people had told stories about the deeds of the alien visitors they had named the Hunters; tales of monsters who appeared from the sky and slaughtered the warriors who stood against them before mysteriously disappearing, had long been told to frighten errant children into obedience. Her own mother had told those stories to Khetara as a child. She remembered sitting cross legged on the floor with her older brothers, shivering in delicious fear and anticipation, as her mother spun out the tale of how the great Kahless had fought one of the aliens in a running battle across the Ketha Plains and up onto the slopes of the Kristak volcano.

They were old stories, many of them pre-dating even the Hurq - myths and legends, nothing more... Until now! Suddenly, with the arrival of a cryptic message, the stories had come true.

Khetara frowned. So the Hunters were real. In fact, not only were they real but they had made contact and wanted to talk. Well, it would be interesting. Too often, first contact, for the Klingons, meant little more than another race to be subjugated and put into its place as Jegh’pu’wI, servants of the Klingon Empire but there was nothing kuve, nothing servile, about the Yautja. Whether friend or foe remained to be seen, but one thing was certain, they would be a worthy adversary. Her frown gave way to a smile at the thought. If she were lucky, she would get a chance to fight them. If the stories had even the slightest basis in reality, it would be a battle worthy of song.

Her train of thought was disturbed by a shrill squeal from the comm. system. She winced at the strident sound, making a mental note to have her engineering team look at the emitters. Thankfully the noise quickly vanished, to be replaced by the voice of her first officer, Commander Kreltek.

“General, The Yautja ship has arrived. They are hailing us.”

“On my way.” Rising to her feet, Khetara picked up the uniform jacket she had left lying across the back of her chair and put it on, sliding her d’ktagh back into its customary place in her belt, before heading for the bridge. Her command chair was empty and waiting for her. On a Klingon ship, only the captain would sit in that chair. For any other to do so would be disrespectful.

Taking her seat, she glanced at the Lieutenant at the communications console. The grey haired warrior was old for his rank. He’d retired to raise a family after almost thirty years of service before re-enlisting for a second tour of duty when his sons were grown and had become warriors themselves. Old or not, he was good at his job, his age and experience countering and complimenting the youthful enthusiasm of her other officers and she was glad to have him on board her ship. “Lt K’Vin, open a channel to the Yautja.”

“Channel open, General,” the old warrior reported, “Audio only, the Yautja ship is not accepting visual transmission.”

Khetara leaned forward slightly, aware of the silent tension of her crew as she began a carefully thought out speech. “I am General Khetara epetai Rustadh, I command this joint mission on behalf of the Federation/Klingon alliance. With me is Captain Kehlan who is preparing to beam over now. If you receive this, please respond in the same good will in which this message is sent…”
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