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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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The settings for the holodeck programme had been chosen carefully. The jungle environment was one that was comfortably familiar to the Predators and none too unpleasant for the others in the party. The trees were thick and well grown, the dense canopy of foliage letting in just enough dim green light for the Hunters to find their way. It was eerily quiet. Like most jungles, the majority of bird and animal life resided far above the ground. Down here, gigantic insects ruled and they moved more silently than anything that looked like that had a right to. When she had developed the scenario of course, Kehlan had been careful to delete the arachnids – spiders and scorpions. She hated them with a passion. Some things even the bravest hunter did not need to face.
Kehlan normally ran this programme on level four, a level that was sufficient to give her a satisfactory workout. Today though, in honour of her Yautja guests, she’d set it to level five. She glanced at Speares. He was going to find this more of a challenge than usual. She shrugged. He was a Starfleet marine. He’d come through some very nasty hand to hand fighting in the Dominion War. He would handle it although he probably wouldn’t thank her for it later.
George whirled, his massive wrist blades lashing out and decapitating the holographic monster that, taking advantage of Kehlan’s momentary distraction, had been about to attack her from behind. He grunted with satisfaction as it faded to nothingness. To his surprise he was enjoying himself. It had been far too long since he had done anything purely for fun.
The half Klingon captain glanced at him appraisingly, noting how relaxed the big Predator seemed. This would be a good a time as any for them to talk, she thought. There were so many things she wanted to say to him, so many questions she wanted to ask. “You’re enjoying this” she accused, smiling.
“It is a plaything” George growled, repeating his earlier assertion, “But play has its uses. This technology may indeed be of interest to us”
Kehlan nodded in agreement. “A famous human once remarked, that it was well known that the more complex the mind a being possesses, the greater the need in that being for the simplicity of play.”
“You may be right” the Predator acknowledged, watching with interest as she hacked at an attacker. She had good technique and had obviously been well trained. He had noted and admired it many years ago on his Chiva. Now as an Elder, with centuries of experience in the Hunt, he could see areas that needed work. She was still young, he reminded himself; with time and further training she had the potential to become a formidable warrior. If she would accept his tutelage, he would be glad to provide that training. He growled as she missed an obvious opening, stepping in to dispatch the monster before it could take advantage of her lapse. “You are not paying attention, Kay-lan” he chided her, “You can do better than that.”
“I was thinking” she admitted, coming to a stop and looking up at him. “We have to talk, George. This seems a good place for it”
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Defeating his enemy with a satisfying thrust to the gut, Kreltek twisted his blade viciously before pulling it free and turning to look for his next opponent. He was enjoying this. It was good to fight alongside friends and allies, even if the enemy was nothing more than a hologram.
A faint movement to one side caught his peripheral vision. Expecting to see an approaching monster, he turned his head and saw Kehlan and George moving side by side deeper into the undergrowth, apparently deep in conversation. He nodded in approval. Those two needed to talk.
Kreltek had no qualms about entrusting the negotiations to Kehlan. He’d known her for a long time and she had honour. She worked for Starfleet yet she was Klingon as well. She would act in the best interests of both Federation and Empire. Besides – and he shrugged at the thought, he himself was no negotiator. He was a warrior not a diplomat. The same could be said for the Predators, he told himself. The Yautja race were known and feared across the galaxy for their hunting and fighting skills and their ruthlessness in battle. For them to offer to negotiate was unprecedented. It seemed to him that it was not an exchange of technology or the provision of new hunting grounds that would make or break this treaty – those things were just an added bonus – rather, the alliance depended on the tenuous relationship that had begun eight hundred years in the past.
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Both Predators had removed their bio-masks during the fighting, finding they offered little advantage in this environment. The holographic enemies had no heat signature. Natural sight was the only way to detect them. Da’rian growled to himself, finding that much as he was enjoying the fight, he did not like the holodeck. It was… artificial… sterile… Scent was important to a Hunter, yet there was nothing here, only the stink of recycled air and cleaning chemicals. It did not seem to be bothering Kihr’yende. The Predator captain was surprisingly relaxed and obviously having fun. Da’rian however, could not honestly say he was impressed by Federation technology.
The warriors of the Federation were a different matter though. The natural ebb and flow of battle had paired Da’rian with the Ooman marine. He gave Speares an appraising stare. “You fight well” he said, before adding teasingly “Your skull would look very good on my trophy wall and bring me many privileges back on the home-world. It has been a long time since we have hunted your kind.”
The marine grinned, “I like my skull where it is, thank you”
“Oomans were our prey for many millennia” Kihr’yende said, joining in the conversation. He spread his mandibles in a grin. “In fact… you worshipped us once.”
Speares had spent a long time around Klingons and he gave a fairly credible growl as he retorted “Next thing, you’ll be telling us the conspiracy theories were right and it was you that built the pyramids!”
The Predator captain gave him an offended stare “We are not builders. We simply gave you the plans and specifications and supervised as you carried out our instructions.”
There was nothing Speares could say to that.
“For a while we were your gods” Kihr’yende said barely holding back a trill of laughter at the Ooman’s expression. “We visited often, every hundred years or so by your time. We accepted your offerings and your sacrifices for the good of the Hunt. As the years passed and you became less superstitious and began to develop technology, we allowed you to forget our existence and passed into legend.”
“But you didn’t stop hunting us” Speares said, genuinely interested in this insight into a part of his people’s history that had until now, remained nothing more than theory and guesswork.
“We continued to watch you and study you” Da’rian explained, “We hunted your warriors. Those who bore weapons and took the lives of their fellow Oomans were fair game to us. Your constant, petty wars provided us with some excellent hunting. With time we learned to distinguish between your Bad Bloods and your peacekeepers and law enforcers. We took your gang members, drug dealers, terrorists, we placed them on one of our game reserves and we hunted them like the animals they were. When you eventually became a peaceful society and the Vulcans made contact, then we stopped hunting you.”
“And what of my people?” Kreltek asked, becoming interested in the discussion.
“It was a little different for your people” Kihr’yende said, “You were, and still are, great warriors and worthy opponents. Your skulls were highly prized. When the beings you call Hurq arrived on your world, you fought valiantly. You defeated them, took their technology and learned to use it. What you do not know is that we Yautja assisted you. We fought them in space and drove them away from your world. They were willing to destroy your world completely and we could not allow that.”
Kreltek was silent for long moments as he considered the implications of that. “And when we developed space capability you stopped hunting us” he said eventually, his tone thoughtful.
“Not exactly” Da’rian said, “It is not that both of your species developed space travel that stopped us hunting you, it was the societal changes that tend to go along with space travel. It is not of course true of all races, but we have found that when a species expands out into space they tend to develop a more…” He hesitated, trying to find the right word, “…peaceful… honourable… society”
“And as that happened” Kihr’yende added, “you no longer fulfilled the requirements that allowed us to hunt you.”
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Scanning the area for a good place to sit and talk, George noticed a nearby tree with a large protruding root system. That would be adequate he decided. The tree was large enough to protect his back from anything coming up behind them. From here he could still see the other members of the group and keep an eye out for any stray monsters that might choose to attack from the front. Seating himself on the conveniently placed root, he held out a clawed hand for Kehlan to join him.
With a quick order to the computer to ignore their presence in the programme, Kehlan settled herself at George’s side. She started to lean on him, then changed her mind and pulled back slightly, unsure if the action would be considered disrespectful. Her old friend placed a heavy muscular arm across her shoulder, pulling her a little closer and she allowed herself to relax against him as she had so many times in the jungle down on the planet.
For long moments there was an awkward silence as both of them considered what they wanted to say to each other.
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