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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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“George? I..."
Kehlan’s uncertainty and the scent of fear infuriated the Predator Elder further and his temper fraying beyond control, he stepped forward, deliberately crowding his prey and forcing Kehlan to step back in attempt to give herself room to manoeuvre. Her d’k’tagh was in her hand now, the triple blades open as she prepared to fight for her life.
Pauk! However justified his Elder’s anger might be, there were many reasons why this kill must not happen. Da'rian quickly got to his feet, keeping his eyes downcast and his head submissively lowered. Choosing his words carefully, he spoke both urgently and respectfully. "Honoured One... I must speak"
Focused on his anger, the Elder took no notice of his subordinate. Da’rian however was not willing to be ignored. "Honoured Elder” he said insistently, raising his voice, “I would speak before you make this most deserved kill”
Slowly George raised his head and turned it to face his security chief. "Speak then”
"This Kay-lan does not understand our ways. We have come to know it was she who accompanied you upon your Chiva but she does not know why we hunt. For her, killing the Kainde Amedha Queen was a matter of survival. She is ignorant like many young ones. Would it not be better to teach than to make the kill in this case? In her ignorance she spoke poorly. It is true that many animals provide more worthy prey than intelligent beings.... she does not understand that many intelligent beings are too dangerous to be anything but Prey"
The old Predator did not move for a long moment. Kill Kay-lan? Kill his old friend? He had waited for so many long years to be reunited with her. No, George realised, he did not want to kill her.
Seeing something change in his father's eyes at Da'rian's words, Kirh'yende relaxed slightly. The life of the Ooman female did not interest him in the slightest, she was armed after all and she had insulted the Elder. But her death would put an end to all his father's dreams for his people and probably cause a war. He suspected also, that if his father killed his old friend, however deservedly, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Acutely aware of the enormity of her mistake, Kehlan bit her lip, wondering once again why she had been chosen for this mission. She had neither skills nor experience in this area. She was the commander of a starship, a warrior, not a member of the diplomatic corps. It was normal for someone of much higher rank and with a lot more training to be sent to negotiate a first contact treaty.
"The le-matya was smarter than me" Kehlan ventured. She had messed up big time and now she did not know how to put things right. "I think it would make fine prey, even better than the sabre bear." She looked up at the tall Predator as she spoke, meeting his gaze, an unintentional act of disrespect that caused him to tense again. He could not and would not accept a challenge from her in front of his people.
Da'rian huffed softly and caught her eye. Gently he shook his head and very deliberately bowed his own head.
Realising she had been on the verge of compounding her error and making things worse Kehlan quickly followed Da’rian’s example, thankful for the younger Predator’s guidance. After a long moment of tension, she heard a faint whisper of metal on metal as the Elder re-sheathed his blades. "I apologise for my careless words, Honoured Elder." She was careful to address him by his proper rank, "I did not intend to offer offense or insult you or your people in any way"
"You are still very young, Kay-lan... and the very young do not always do what is best for them" the Elder allowed magnanimously. Once again he found himself thankful that he had chosen Da’rian to accompany him on this mission. The younger Hunter had always been a peace maker, a natural diplomat who instinctively knew what to say and do. George knew that to have allowed his anger to rule him would have been disastrous. He was an Elder, he reminded himself sternly, not an undisciplined, hot tempered Young Blood. He had a responsibility to his people and losing his temper now would endanger their wellbeing. Da’rian had done well to remind him of his priorities. In fact he mused, Da’rian would make a very good leader for the Yautja people one day. That was for the future though and he put it aside to ponder over at a later date.
Sensing that for now the danger was over, the security officers stationed by the door lowered their own weapons. They had not liked the threat to their captain and had been ready to defend her – with their lives if necessary, but it was with some relief that they saw the situation resolve itself amicably. Even so, they remained alert and ready to act should the Yautja present any further threat.
His weapons disengaged, the Predator Elder moved with dignity round the table and settled himself back in his assigned seat. "You offer new prey..." George sounded thoughtful as he broke the awkward silence that had fallen. "We wish also to discuss technology."
"Your transporter technology would be useful Kihr'yende said, glancing at his father, "We would also like access to your medical knowledge"
George nodded his head in approval. The Yautja did not have transporter technology. Until now they had not particularly wanted it, had seen no need for it. He’d been aware of it for some time of course. It had been developed by the Oomans a little over two centuries ago and even for the humans it was only in the last hundred years that they had started to use it for biological transportation, a period of time that was for the Yautja, negligible.
Speares glanced down at his hands folded in his lap. A scar across his thumb stood out stark and white. It was a souvenir from a holodeck training session... where he had set the safety protocols incorrectly. It had been a stupid accident but he had been lucky not to lose his thumb that day. "We have other technology that you may find interesting"
The Yautja captain gave an interested growl. What do you have in mind?”
“I was thinking of the Holodecks"
Kihr'yende nodded. He could be hot tempered and impulsive at times, but he had a fine tactical mind. It was what made him such a good ship's captain. He could see the potential of the offered technology. "We would indeed be interested" he allowed.
George snorted in disagreement. At the sound, Kehlan looked at him in surprise. ""You have different ideas, Elder?" Still a little wary of him and unsure of where she stood with her old friend, she was very careful in the way she addressed him.
"We have observed your holodecks in action. They are.... playthings...."
"Play is only one of their many uses” Kreltek intervened. "They may also be used for training and the passing on of vital skills. The only limit is your imagination"
George made a slight gesture with his mandibles that Kehlan had learned to interpret as a pricking of the ears, a subtle indication of unwilling interest. She stood up. "Maybe you would like a demonstration?"
"That would be acceptable"
"I believe the holodecks should be free at this time" Kehlan said, glancing at her first officer for confirmation.
The Marine tapped his padd. "Holodeck Two is unoccupied and unreserved for the next shift"
"Reserve it" Kehlan instructed. She turned her gaze to Kreltek. "Will you join us?"
"I would be honoured" Kreltek grinned widely.
"My calisthenics programme has a jungle setting" Kehlan said, "I think it may be a good place to begin.” She glanced at Speares again and he nodded approval. He’d trained with Kehlan several times and her calisthenics programme was a good one. Much like old fashioned computer games, it offered several levels of difficulty and many different environments and scenarios, although the jungle setting was not one of his favourites.
Calisthenics?" Da'rien looked wary, a little unsure of the translation he was receiving from his computer.
"Physical training" Kehlan clarified, "to hone battle skills"
The old Predator rose to his feet. "Lead the way"
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