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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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Quietly, almost silently the flaps of the egg began to curl back on themselves. Wary but curious, Cordero strained to see in the semi darkness, her desire to see what was inside tempered only by what she had seen a few minutes earlier in the passages leading to this cave.

“Move back” the Predator warned her and remembering the thing that had leapt at Murray’s face, she obeyed. Satisfied that she was out of the way, the hunter focused on the egg, waiting patiently as it rocked again.

An ear-piercing screech broke the silence as an arachnoid creature leapt from the depths of the egg, the speed and suddenness of it catching everyone by surprise. The Hunter though was ready. His shoulder canon fired and the parasite instantly disintegrated into millions of minute particles that burned with such intensity that everyone in the cave saw the shadowy outline of a body seemingly carved into the wall.

Vaguely human in size and shape, the desiccated, mummified remains hung embedded in deep layers of resinous slime, mouth permanently open in a silent, agonised scream. The bones of the chest were all broken, splayed outwards as though something inside had brutally and forcefully pushed its way to freedom. The warrior who happened to be closest, a sturdily built Klingon named Urtok stepped backwards fighting not to retch as the Predator Commander’s words echoed through his mind “The best you can hope for is a quick death at the hands of a friend!” He was a warrior, he reminded himself sternly. He feared nothing. Nevertheless, he suspected the tortured figure would haunt his dreams for a long time to come. Shaken, he turned away. “Is it…?” He did not finish the sentence but the question was clear. Did the remains belong to their missing captain?

Outwardly serene, only the flicker of his eyes betraying his revulsion, S’ian examined the figure before shaking his head. “No!” He could not completely hide his relief as he continued, “There are no signs of Klingon or Terran DNA. I believe the remains to be those of a primate of some sort”

“Then our mission here is done” Da’rian said tensely, “It’s time we got out of here and back to the shuttles”

So far all had been quiet. There had been no sign of the Kainde Amedha, nothing except the hatching eggs, not so much as a single drone. Da’rian did not trust this. It was too quiet, it did not feel right and it could not last. Warning his hunters to be extra vigilant, he gave the order to head out towards the landing site. For the Federation troops, the trip down the mountain side was only a little easier than the ascent, although once again, the Predators seemed to negotiate it with ease.

All remained quiet until they were a few hundred metres from their destination. A faint sound caught Da’rian’s attention and he came to a halt, holding up a hand for silence. He listened carefully. “Weapons fire” he said tersely.

As he spoke, the comm. link crackled into life. “We are under attack… repeat… under attack. Request backup”

The team did not have time to react to the distress call. The ground beneath their feet was already vibrating, sending small stones and gravel skittering into the air. An unearthly shriek filled the ears of the Hunters and the startled marines before creatures, the likes of which they had never seen before but which seemed to have crawled out of their worst nightmares, were upon them and they were fighting for their lives.

Turning to defend one of the Ooman marines from attack, Rakai’in did not see the Kainde Amedha drone coming up behind him until it was too late. Moving with incredible speed the drone lashed out with its claws and as the Yautja threw himself sideways to avoid them, the creature anticipated the movement and brought its tail up and over in a scorpion-like manoeuvre, its barb piercing the hunter’s shoulder, impaling him and lifting him into the air.

Scrambling to his feet, the marine, a large South African named van Zyl, brought his phaser rifle to bear and fired into the creature’s mouth at point blank range. With a screech of both agony and fury, the creature flung down the injured predator in a crumpled heap before turning at bay and lunging at the marine. Urtok moved to assist, lashing out with his bat’leth and burying its points in the creature’s neck. Pulling the blade free, he struck again, swearing fluently as the concentrated acid that passed for the monster’s blood began to dissolve his weapon. The sword had done its job though and as the marine opened fire again, the combined assault was too much for the creature and it toppled sideways, its shrieks fading into nothingness as it died.

The Afrikaner moved to assist the fallen hunter. “You okay?” he asked gruffly, holding a hand out to help him up. The hunter stared up at him for a moment before accepting the proffered hand and allowing the Ooman to pull him to his feet. His injuries were more serious than he was willing to admit and he staggered slightly, lurching to one side before regaining his balance. The barbed tail of the Kainde Amedha had torn through the muscles, nerves and sinews in his shoulders and back. Luminous yellow-green blood covered his armour and his arm hung uselessly at his side. He could feel a bone grating in his hip and just standing upright was taking all his effort. There would be no more hunting for him today, he realised in distress, turning away, a sense of dishonour weighing heavily on his heart. He was a failure and alive only because beings he considered prey had saved him.

Da’rian seemed to sense his thoughts. “Rakai’in!” The severely wounded hunter turned his head enquiringly and the commander continued, “Your injuries were gained doing your duty. You will hunt again”

Rakai’in slowly inclined his head in acceptance of his leader’s wisdom. The Klingons and the Oomans might be prey but they had fought well and with courage. If Da’rian considered them honourable that was good enough for him. Seeing a drone, one of the few still alive and capable of fighting, come up behind the Klingon, he shouted a warning. Urtok turned in response and seeing the threat, let out a roar of defiance and tossing aside his half dissolved weapon, pulled out his d’k’tahg.

Despite his injuries, the Predator found himself chuckling at the honour and almost suicidal bravery the Klingon was displaying. A knife was useless against a Kainde Amedha drone. Limping a few paces, he bent, carefully and painfully and with his uninjured arm he picked up the spear he had dropped as the creature had flung him into the air. He was still capable of wielding it, but unlike the warrior who had helped him, his ability to fight was compromised. The Klingon had lost his weapon saving his life and needed a weapon more than he did. Decision made, he acted on it immediately. Shouting to attract the Klingon’s attention, he threw him the spear.

Urtok held up a hand, catching the weapon in mid air and with a nod of thanks, he returned to the battle. Fighting side by side with his Federation counterpart and wielding the Predator weapon as though he’d been using it all his life, something which did not go unnoticed by the Yautja hunter, the Klingon quickly brought the creature down and dispatched it.

Limping heavily and leaving a trail of blood behind him, Rakai’in moved to rejoin the others. He staggered slightly as the uneven ground exacerbated the pain of the broken bone in his hip, but an unexpected hand on his arm steadied him. The Klingon, he realised. Irritably, the hunter turned on him with a menacing growl. He might be injured but he was not helpless, he neither needed nor wanted assistance. To his surprise, the Klingon bared his teeth and growled back, completely un-intimidated and made no effort to let go. A presence made itself known on his other side and resignedly he turned his head to see the Ooman. Together, the three warriors made their way back the shuttles.

The Vulcan science officer watched them go, a thoughtful expression on his face. It seemed to him that, however unlikely it might seem, a friendship had been forged today and that he was witnessing the start of a relationship between the three races.

Da’rian was thinking something very similar. He glanced at the Vulcan standing nearby and following his gaze, correctly interpreted the other’s thoughts. “Brothers in arms” he said “It is a beginning”
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