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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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“She wants what?” Kihr’yende exploded as he listened incredulously to the Elder’s explanation. “You’ve got to be joking! We are not equipped for such an undertaking!”
“We have twenty Elite Warriors on board,” George said quietly as he considered the logistics and practicalities of what must be achieved. “As well as another thirty blooded hunters.”
“Nineteen,” Kihr’yende corrected his father. “Rakai’in is not yet fit to hunt. And as for the Blooded, half of them are inexperienced Young Bloods. It’s not enough for a hunt of this magnitude and you know it.”
“It is all we have,” George said heavily, “We have no choice in this. We must follow our orders.”
He did not need to explain. Both warriors knew their duty to their clan and their Matriarch. To refuse the assignment or to wait for help from another clan would result in a massive loss of honour. So much so that it could even lead to a challenge to George’s authority over the council. And that would be disastrous. If their Elder lost his place, leadership of the council would fall to the next most senior – Dachande of the Shadow Walker clan. The thought of him was enough to make Kihr’yende’s hackles rise – that one was not worthy of the name he carried. How that dishonourable Tarei Hsan had avoided being labelled a Bad Blood and had risen to leadership, Kihr’yende would never understand. Greedy and grasping, Dachande would put his own good and that of his cronies before the good of the Yautja people.
Da’rian was at that moment thinking something very similar. They HAD to complete this mission and do so successfully. The Yautja had no fear of death; Cetanu, the Black Warrior, was their constant companion on the hunt. But to lose too many warriors would make the Elder look incompetent and damage his reputation on the council. It was too convenient that the rest of Storm Wind clan was currently far away on the other side of Yautja space. He did not doubt that the timing of these orders had been orchestrated by the Shadow Walker clan leader in a not so subtle grasp for power. His mind raced as he searched for a solution to the problem. “You’re wrong,” Da’rian said suddenly as the answer presented itself to him. “That is not all we have.”
Father and son turned to stare at him in surprise. “Unless we call in another clan,” Kihr’yende said, “and we all know that is not an option, then there are no other warriors available to us.” He shook his head in frustration.
“You are missing the obvious,” Da’rian insisted, “Look to our allies. Their marines have already proved themselves competent against the Kainde Amedha.”
Kihr’yende was doubtful. He was not quite old enough to have hunted Oomans and unlike Da’rian he had not seen the marines in action. “They are outsiders,” he protested, “It would not be…” He stopped, shaking his head as realisation dawned. “No… they are not outsiders. Kay-lan is not only blooded, she is a member of our clan.” He looked at his father, mandibles spreading in a grin, “You marked her yourself.”
“And as a Blooded member of the clan,” Da’rian finished, “Not only is she is entitled to hunt with us, but should she choose to bring a few friends then there is no dishonour to us in accepting their assistance.”
The Elder was already nodding as he saw the possibilities of the younger warrior’s suggestion. Once again Da’rian had shown his leadership potential. With training and experience, George had no doubt that he would one day make a great addition to the Yautja Council of Elders.
*****
Somewhat inappropriately, Kehlan was sitting perched on the edge of the desk in the ready room, swinging her legs as she considered the logistics of what must be done. There was a perfectly good chair but the desk gave her a little more height as she talked the situation over with the Predator Elder.
There had been no question at all of refusing his request for assistance and not completely to her surprise there had been no shortage of volunteers to take part in the hunt.
“Most of the marines want to take part,” she said thoughtfully, looking up at her tall friend. “Colonel Speares will be in command of them.” They had almost come to blows on that issue, Kehlan remembered. Her first officer had been insistent that as ship’s captain she should remain on board in safety while he went down with the troops. It was an old argument between the two and it had only been resolved when Khetara had bad-temperedly reminded them that since she was currently unable to hunt, she was more than capable of looking after both ships. Kehlan smiled at the memory as she added, “And Kreltek will be bringing a large contingent of Klingon warriors. I believe they are very much looking forward to the hunt.”
“And you, Kay-lan?” George asked, almost holding his breath as he waited for her answer. “Will you hunt with me?”
She did not hesitate. “Always, my friend. I would be honoured to hunt with you again.”
The moment was spoilt completely as the door of Kehlan's private office slammed open. The Klingon was instantly on her feet, turning to confront the intruder. “N'Sal! How in Gre’thor...” She broke off. Her friend was a mercenary; she had a criminal record as long as Kehlan's arm and she was also a senior FedKIN operative. No doubt her FedKIN security pass was what had got her past the security guards. Kehlan was not sure she really wanted to know.
N’Sal's eyes were fairly flashing in fury as she regarded the Klingon Captain. “Is it true?” she demanded without preamble. “The Marines are bouncing around like someone put taurine in the gymnasium water fountains. All I hear is a non-stop gush of 'hunt' this and 'Drones' that!”
Kehlan waited for her friend to pause for breath. “George has invited the Marines and some members of the Klingon delegation to join him and his crew in an expedition to the planet's surface”. She glanced at her Yautja friend and the big Predator's mandibles flexed in acknowledgement.
The Romulan glared at them both. “No!”
Both Kehlan's eyebrows climbed into her crest. “Pardon me?”
“You are NOT going down there,” Sal informed her. “Not without me to watch your back!” Her body was tense with emotion. She was not going to retreat on the subject.
“Sally I have encountered these creatures before. I don't need protecting. Not that I don't appreciate the offer”.
“Oh come on.... we all know that you can't see in the dark for all the candied racht in the quadrant. If I hadn't been there on Vulcan's Forge, you'd still be wondering what was eating you for a late supper!”
Kehlan stared at her old friend in shock. That was a low blow. She had told George once that the le-matya had outsmarted her… the truth was, in the pitch darkness that had preceded the dawn on Vulcan’s Forge, she hadn’t even seen the animal until its poisoned claws had laid open her side. N’Sal was being unfair - it was a long time ago; she had been just a teenager then and already suffering from dehydration and exhaustion. She had grown up since then, had learned to be a warrior and had come through some of the worst battles of the Dominion War. She did not need a baby-sitter; she was more than capable of looking after herself.
George growled softly to himself. The intruder was becoming an irritant and her attitude was insulting to both him and Kehlan. His Klingon friend was a Blooded Warrior; she did not need to be defended like a helpless infant. And if she did… well he was one of the most formidable warriors of his people, he was far more able to protect her than this impudent pup.
Annoyed by the persistent interference, the Yautja Elder lashed out. He had intended only to cuff her into silence, but forgetful of his own strength, he hit her too hard. His heavy fist made contact with the side of N’Sal’s head, causing her to crumple instantly into an unconscious heap on the deck.
Kehlan sighed and bent to check her friend’s pulse.
“Is she well?” George asked, his anger abruptly fading as it was replaced by concern. He had not meant to use so much force. He had momentarily forgotten just how fragile these Oomans were… no, he remembered, she was no more Ooman than Kehlan was… what had she called herself? Rom’Oolan? Her skull was far thinner than Kehlan's. Despite the Rom'Oolan's inner fire it was clear to him that she was still far too fragile, unable to withstand the same discipline as even a youngster of his species.
Her hand resting lightly on N’Sal’s abdomen, Kehlan could feel the steady beat of her friend’s heart. Although she was half Terran, N'Sal's Romulan genome was dominant and like all Vulcanoid life-forms, her heart nestled in a muscular cavity just below the lower right rib.
“She’ll be okay,” Kehlan replied after a moment. “She’ll wake up in a horrendous temper with a black eye and a headache.” Standing, the Klingon Captain let out a sigh of exasperation. “Sometimes I think that’s the only way to deal with N’Sal when she’s in that mood.”
“Do you not consider her worthy of the hunt?” George asked, his curiosity piqued.
“She is worthy” Kehlan acknowledged. “In fact, she’s a formidable warrior. But she doesn't want to hunt; she just has this misguided idea that she has to protect me. Besides, she’s too independent… it’s one of the things that make her such a good intelligence asset, but down there it will get her killed. She is not accustomed to unquestioning obedience and if you do not kill her for insulting you, the Kainde Amedha will.” The Klingon sighed again as the Romulan stirred slightly. “I'll call sickbay.”
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