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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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It had long been enshrined in Klingon belief that only the strong should survive, that the weak and injured were a liability and should be allowed to die rather than become a burden. The Dominion War however had begun to change that attitude. Fighting side by side with the Federation, the Klingons had begun to see the advantage of being able to treat a warrior and return him to the field of battle to continue the fight.
While Klingons were not exactly renowned for their medical technology, the IKS Ch’Tang had been stationed at a Federation Starbase for several years and it was better equipped and its staff better trained than most. Kavoq was young for his position as Ch’Tang’s senior surgeon but what he lacked in years, he more than made up for in training and resourcefulness. Aware of the pitiful state of Klingon medicine, at least as it pertained to the healing arts, he and several of his more forward thinking colleagues had applied for internships at training hospitals on Earth. The culture shock had been massive but he’d applied himself and learned all he could. On returning to Qo’noS however, and accepting a role as junior battle surgeon on a Defence Force vessel, he’d quickly realised that the older doctors viewed all that fancy Federation stuff with deep suspicion and distrust. It had been Captain Khetara… General Rustadh, he corrected himself… who had seen his potential and had offered him a place on her ship. Like all her crew, he was fiercely loyal to her.
Sighing, the surgeon turned his attention back to his patient, a bekk who was sitting sullenly on the bio-bed waiting for treatment after getting into a fight over the dinner table. Kavoq repressed a snort of disgust. The bekks were the lowest ranks of a ship’s crew; they lived and worked in cramped, crowded conditions that seemed to brew trouble. Kavoq had missed the altercation but from what he’d heard, it hadn’t been very impressive. Apparently the bekk had been making a nuisance of himself with one of the females, who had not returned his interest and had been somewhat forceful in her rejection of her unwanted suitor.
A quick scan revealed that apart from a minor knife wound and a broken arm… and it was at least a clean break he noted… there was nothing seriously wrong. A few minutes work and the bekk was fit to return to duty and whatever discipline his squad leader decided to mete out as punishment.
With the bekk gone, Kavoq had time to deal with more important matters. Sickbay was finally empty apart from the assistant busy sorting through and cleaning a tray of instruments. Like the crewman who had just departed, the nurse was merely a bekk. Vekma had shown promise though, she had done well in her training and Kavoq had been glad to offer her the same chance that Khetara had offered him.
Leave those now, Vekma” he instructed the nurse, “You can take the rest of the shift off. I intend to start the autopsies and will not require your assistance.”
The nurse gave her superior a surprised look. Autopsies were not routinely carried out. With the majority of deaths on board ship occurring as a result of honourable battle, post mortem examinations were unnecessary and bodies were normally disposed of by the most expedient method. Vekma understood that this time was different; that the dead crew members in the mortuary had been killed by treachery and that an official report would help convict the assassin currently awaiting trial in Endeavour’s brig. Despite her surprise she offered no argument. She had no real desire to assist with the butchery of her dead colleagues, nor did she have any complaints about finishing her shift a little earlier than usual. Putting down the tool she had been cleaning, she hurried to leave before her boss changed his mind.
The doors slide shut behind the nurse, leaving Kavoq alone in the infirmary. The surgeon stood for a moment, considering his options and how best to proceed. He did have autopsies to carry out but not yet. Right now he had other priorities.
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“It’s not enough, sir” Lieutenant Griffiths insisted, “We need hard evidence”
In the end, proving Philippe Goyard’s innocence had been surprisingly easy, as simple in fact as a cheese and ham sandwich - or a croque monsieur as the Frenchman insisted on calling it, ordered from the replicator in his quarters at the same time the computer in the shuttle bay had been reprogrammed. Krang’s mood however, was not good. Proving that Goyard was innocent, had in no way helped to prove the guilt of the other suspect. Federation criminal law was, he thought irritably, much more complicated – and weighted on the side of the criminal, than he considered reasonable. The Klingon way of doing things was both simpler and more effective.
“He has confessed” Krang said, visibly annoyed at the acting chief of Security’s recalcitrance, “There is no doubt of his guilt”
Zhiva spoke up in support of her colleague’s statement. “Mark is right. There isn’t a court in the Federation that would convict on the strength of a confession obtained under duress.”
Maybe they should" N’Sal muttered sourly.
"Indeed" Zhiva agreed. "But they won't. He might have confessed but we have zero evidence to back it up."
“So he goes free” Griffiths sighed.
Krang shook his head. "Unacceptable. I want everyone who was in Ten Forward that evening questioned again. Someone must have seen him leave. Go through the footage from the security cameras; one of them must have seen something. No-one is so good that they leave zero evidence. We just have to find it."
“There is no more footage to view!" Sally snapped harshly. "We have questioned everyone a dozen times or more. If the evidence exists, it will not come to light before Federation regulations dictate he is released.”
The Klingon suppressed a frown at his aide’s obvious moodiness, wondering momentarily what was wrong with her? Surely she wasn’t still annoyed with him about the mind-sifter? Sighing, he turned his attention back to the matter at hand. N’Sal, and whatever was bothering her, could be dealt with later.
"We're missing something" Griffiths said in frustration, "We have to be."
"Price did not act alone, it is evident he had help" Krang growled, “The attack was not only premeditated, it was too well planned to have been spontaneous action caused by Rossi’s death. If we are truly to get to the bottom of this, we need to know who was backing him and why.”
"Well, we already know that Admiral Moore is involved" Zhiva reminded him. She sighed. "None of this adds up. It’s all so senseless"
N’Sal frowned, “Isn't that the point?”
"I don't know" Zhiva sighed. "It’s just... what motive is there? Why would anyone want to stop this treaty? What difference does one more race joining the Federation make to anyone?"
"Those creatures would make formidable bio-weapons" Krang answered thoughtfully.
"Those Candy Mead things?" Griffiths shivered at the thought. He hadn’t been on the away team but he'd seen the reports and spoken with some of the marines who had encountered them. Big, fast and deadly, even their blood was a weapon.
"Many factions in many governments would like to make use of them I imagine" Sal shrugged.
“This is undoubtedly pure speculation” Krang said, “But one thing is certain. The Yautja will not allow access to the Kainde Amedha.” Unlike Griffiths, he pronounced the alien name fairly well. “They have good reason of course. The creatures are deadly. If they were to get loose in a populated area it would be disastrous. And if we become their allies we must respect their wishes in this. Should the treaty fail however…”
“Then we would not be constrained by their wishes” Griffiths concluded grimly. “We would be free to invade their territory and simply take what we want. Not exactly ethical but…” He shrugged, “That seems a pretty good motive to me”
The door to the meeting room slid open and Rhiana came in. “Sorry I’m late” the blonde Romulan said, crossing the room and placing a padd on the table before taking a seat. “I have news.”
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