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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 heat and humidity of the planet hit Colonel Speares with all the force of a sledgehammer as he stepped off the shuttle and into the sunlight. He had thought he was prepared for it, but within seconds of disembarking, he was soaked in sweat and gasping for breath.
The air was filled with the stench of rotting vegetation and something else, something more subtle and not so easy for him to identify... musk he realised after a moment. The gathered Yautja were excited, hyped up and ready to hunt.
The burly Welshman glanced at the Predators, noting that they seemed completely comfortable and at home in the intense heat. The Yautja were a reptilian species… although he knew that classification was not completely accurate… and suffered badly in the cold. No doubt, he mused, the temperature on board Endeavour was set far too low for their liking, although he had learned that one of the functions of the netting they wore was to keep them warm. Could it be configured to do the opposite and keep its wearer cool, he wondered? If so it would be a useful addition to the Marines’ equipment in a hot environment such as this one, especially with the inbuilt cloaking device. Suppressing a grin at the thought of wearing fish-nets, he made a mental note to raise the question once they were back on board the ship.
The Predator Elder was not wearing the ceremonial armour that he had become accustomed to. Gone were the decorative breastplates and the heavy red cloak. Dressed for the hunt, everything George wore now was functional. Weapons hung from the utility belt that encircled his waist and mounted on his shoulder, a cannon-like energy weapon. Once again his face was hidden behind the bio-mask making his gaze seem impersonal and menacing.
The commander of the marines glanced across at Kehlan, finding her close by the Elder’s side. It was his responsibility to lead the Federation troops today; Already Blooded, Kehlan would be hunting with the Elite Predators. Endeavour’s captain was wearing full battle armour as were the other Klingons and she looked as hot and uncomfortable as he felt.
The marines in contrast sported jungle camouflage with protective body armour underneath it. They were all armed with a mixture of phaser rifles and more primitive hand weapons. Aware that Ooman weapons would not stand up to the acidic blood of the Kainde Amedha and not having enough spare weapons to arm them all, the Yautja had shared the chemical formula for the protective coating that would help prevent the metal of their swords, knives and spears from dissolving in the acid.
A privileged few carried Yautja weapons, earned in that earlier fight against the Kainde Amedha during the search for the missing captain. One such was Urtok, proudly carrying the spear that the injured Predator had given him and determined to strike a few blows on behalf of his Yautja friend. As for Kehlan, as well as the bat’leth slung across her back, she held the makeshift weapon that she and George had fashioned from the tail of one of the Kainde Amedha drones. Sheathed next to her d’k’tahg was the sword she had taken from the body of one of the fallen Unbloods that first day in the jungle.
His second in command, Major Anna Cordero emerged from the shuttle and moved across the clearing to join him. “Dios mio,” she complained, wiping away the sweat that was already covering her brow. “I’d forgotten how hot it was down here!”
“This place is hotter than hell,” he agreed, “You’d think that by now the Marine Corps would have come up with armour a bit more suited to extreme heat.”
“The Yautja seem comfortable enough," she observed, her words echoing his own thoughts of a moment ago. "Their armour must be more adaptive to the climate than ours.”
He nodded in agreement, his eyes following a droplet of moisture as it made its way down her neck and disappeared into her cleavage. Cordero was an attractive woman with typical Latin colouring and dark, almost Betazoid eyes. Her dusky olive complexion was marred only by a slight scar on her cheek, caused by a single drop of Kainde Amedha blood, a souvenir of her previous encounter with the creatures they were here to hunt. Her glossy black hair was cut short in a pixie-like style that framed high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. She had a curvaceous figure that even the unflattering battle gear she wore struggled to hide. Unfortunately she was also in his direct chain of command and hence off limits although that had never stopped him from teasing her.
“You may be right,” he conceded, carefully hiding his smile, “I'd kinda like to find out for myself. Of course I'll need someone with the right qualifications to help me test the theory."
“Qualifications?” Oblivious to his meaning, she fell straight into his trap.
Speares offered his subordinate a lecherous grin. “Assets might be a better word.” He made a sweeping hourglass gesture with his hands in explanation as he added, “You’d look good in that netting.”
Choking back laughter and putting on a convincing show of outrage, Cordero wacked her superior across the back of the head. Grinning, the Marines Commander ducked, stepping back to avoid a second blow.
A nearby Young Blood glanced up as he adjusted his armour and frowned as he saw the gesture, one that in his culture was a silent reference to females… Lou’tde Kalei. Literally meaning ‘child-maker’ the term – and corresponding gesture – were considered offensive and no male in his right mind would use it anywhere near a Yautja female… at least not if he wanted to live. Kal’rin-de knew from the linguistics database he had studied that the Oomans considered it equally crude and offensive. Snarling, the young Hunter pulled himself to his full height. Such disrespect, and to a Blooded female no less, was not to be tolerated.

“Ow!” Speares danced backwards as Cordero’s heavy boot made painful contact with his shin. Completely unaware of the angry Predator approaching from behind, his first awareness of impending trouble was the look of sudden alarm on his companion’s face and then an unexpected, painful weight on his shoulder as sharp claws dug in, spinning him round to face the young Hunter.
Kal’rin-de had the advantage of size and weight but Speares was an experienced combat veteran. Even as the Young Blood was roaring in his face, the Marines Commander brought up an arm and with a quick twist of his body, sent his opponent crashing to the floor.
Instantly on his feet, the now infuriated Predator roared again and flexing his wrists to bring his formidable gauntlet mounted blades into play, he moved to attack.
“Ki’cte!” Da’rian had seen the developing altercation and striding across the clearing, he pushed his way between the two, barking a sharp command to stop. “What is this about? Where is your self-control? Would you bring shame on us in front of our allies?”
Not understanding the reprimand but conditioned to obedience, the younger Hunter froze. “Honoured Da’rian, I… he insulted the female,” Kal’rin-de protested.
“The female is more than capable of avenging her own insults,” Da’rian snapped. That was something he knew for a fact. As one of the only two females on the search team, he had kept a protective eye on her only to learn that in battle she was as formidable as any of the male Oomans she worked with. “These warriors are here to assist us and you will treat them as honourable allies.”
As Da’rian drew the younger Yautja away, Speares allowed himself to wince. He had no doubt that a nasty bruise was forming, although, he thought, if that was the worst injury he received on this hunt he’d be damned lucky. Limping a few paces as he tested the leg, he carefully ignored Cordero’s smirk. He grunted, finding he could only agree with Da’rian’s assertion. The female was indeed more than able to avenge her own insults.
George held up a hand and a respectful silence fell as the assembled hunters waited for the Elder to speak. Extensive briefings had already been carried out and everyone knew what they had to do. But the warnings bore repeating. Speares remembered what Kehlan had told them about her previous encounters with the black creatures and despite the intense heat he shivered slightly. Even the Yautja, killing machines that they were, respected the Kainde Amedha. While the drones were not truly sentient, their savagery and ferociousness, combined with their ability to adapt and learn, made them the ultimate prey species, not to be underestimated by even the most experienced hunter. Finally, satisfied that everyone knew their role and that they were as ready as they could be, the old Predator gave the signal. It was time to hunt.
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