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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 trek from the landing site to the cave entrances had been a long, hard one. Once again, George proved himself to be a hard taskmaster although a fair one. Mindful of the non Yautja in the group, he had kept them moving at a fast but sustainable pace.

As the mountains drew steadily closer and their altitude increased, the jungle had begun to thin out, the clearings becoming more plentiful and eventually the trees had given way to barren, rocky scrubland. There had been several encounters with the Kainde Amedha, sporadic at first but becoming more frequent as they had come closer to the nesting site.

For the first time, Kehlan was able to witness just how formidable the Elite Hunters were. The session training with Da’rian and Kihr’yende in the holodeck, while interesting and informative, had given her only a limited idea of what they could do. Aware that the holodeck monsters were ultimately harmless, they had simply been playing. Now she saw them performing at their full potential. The Yautja had slaughtered the hard meats with ruthless efficiency and seemingly very little effort.

As for George, she’d seen him fight many times during their earlier sojourn on the planet, but this was different. Back then he had been little more than a teenager. Even then he had demonstrated superb combat skills. Now he was an Elder, with centuries of experience… centuries he had spent hunting, fighting and honing his skills and the results were impressive. It was as though she was watching some beautiful yet deadly ballet. His movements were graceful, each one calculated and measured in order to achieve the greatest effect with the least possible effort. Nothing was wasted. Every blow reached is target, achieved what he wished it to achieve.

Awed and a little humbled by the sight, Kehlan shook her head. She was a competent, well trained and battle hardened warrior. Close combat was nothing new to her. Yet she could train and practice for her entire life and she would never even come close to the level of ability the old Predator displayed.

More of the creatures came spilling out of the jungle, seeming to pour from the treetops in a black, shining mass of grasping claws and slavering teeth and there was no longer any time for her to stand and watch George fight. There was no time to do anything except fight.

Fighting hard, Kehlan killed one of the creatures, then a second. As the third one dropped at her feet she paused momentarily, gasping for breath. But there was no respite. Another one of the creatures leapt for her and she ducked, swearing as its outstretched talons ripped into the heavy leather shoulder armour. The leather tore open as though it were made of nothing more than tissue paper, yet it had been just enough to protect her from serious injury. The beast’s claws barely touched her and instead of the gaping wounds it had intended to cause, there was only a series of fine violet stained scratches. She lashed out with her mekleth and the creature shrieked, falling back slightly, acid blood spurting from the wound. It lunged to attack again, its vicious jaws opening to allow the secondary jaw to emerge, reaching for her face. At the same time, a second creature, obeying its directive to bring back suitable hosts or maybe just thinking the smaller ‘Ooman’ would be an easier target than the deadly Yautja, attacked her from behind.

Turning the air blue with her language, her native tlhingan Hol mixing with Terran English and even a few Yautja curse words she had picked up from George, Kehlan pivoted, attempting to keep both opponents in front of her or at least in her field of vision. She could not take on two of the hard meats at the same time. She needed help.

As he always had been, George was there for her. Seeing her predicament the Elder dispatched his own prey with terrifying ease and flinging the broken corpse away from him, he moved to assist her. His massive wrist blades fully extended to their maximum length, he struck at the nearest of her attackers, the force of his blow almost completely beheading it. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kehlan moved to engage the second one, but George had already taken care of it. The shuriken left his hand, whizzing through the air with lethal accuracy, cutting the creature in half. He reached out catching it in mid-air as it returned to him and spinning round, he threw it again, taking down yet another of the hard meats.

As suddenly as it had begun it was over and the last of the hard meats lay in a bloody heap on the ground. Slowly, panting for breath, Kehlan bent to wipe her mekleth before sheathing it again. Tiredly she glanced around her noting that the other marines looked equally tired and out of breath. They were all sporting minor injuries and scarlet blood stained their clothing but thankfully none of them seemed to be seriously hurt. Cordero was bent over, hands braced against her knees as she caught her breath. Van Zyl on the other hand seemed fine, at least if the noise he was making was anything to go by. Kehlan could hear him swearing loudly and volubly in a language that she guessed was Afrikaans as he wrestled with the carcase of one of the fallen beasts, cutting himself a trophy. Typical Van Zyl… never could do anything quietly. Vixis, Urtok and Murray were all doing something very similar, minus the loud swearing. As Kehlan watched, Cordero straightened and moved to claim her own trophy. The Klingon captain smiled slightly at that. Obviously her marines were going to start a new military fashion with their custom made Xenomorph tail knives.

The Predators in contrast seemed unbothered by the encounter. Calm and composed, none of them showed any sign of injury, nor were they bothering with trophies. They’d killed enough of the Kainde Amedha in their time that they did not need more.

With a flick of his wrists, George retracted his massive blades before returning the shuriken to its place on his belt. He approached Kehlan, placing a hand on her shoulder and steadying her as he checked her wounds. He grunted in satisfaction, pleased to see that she was not badly injured. “Only scratches.”

Sheathing his own blades, Kihr’yende moved closer to his father and Kehlan. It was the first time he had seen her fight and he was reluctantly impressed. True, she was not Yautja, but she had done well, as had the other Oomans. It was no wonder, he thought, that in times past, his people had considered them to be worthy trophies. You fought well and honourably, Little Sister,” he said gruffly.

Kehlan gave no answer. She did not feel as though she had fought well. She flushed, shame and embarrassment coursing through her. She’d screwed up - had let an enemy come up behind her and catch her by surprise. If it hadn’t been for George’s timely intervention she would be dead now.

The rise in her body temperature easily visible to the Predator, he correctly guessed at its cause. “Even the best warrior can make a mistake in battle,” Kihr’yende told her. “You are alive. You will remember the lesson, you will learn and the next time you are in battle, you will fight better for it.”

Slowly she nodded, accepting the Yautja captain’s wisdom and offered him a faint smile of thanks. Still shaken by her inadequacy, she turned away from the two Predators and studied the remains of the nearest creature as it lay, claws still outstretched and grasping, in a pool of its own acidic blood close to her feet. It might just be a trick of memory caused by the immediacy of danger, but it seemed to Kehlan that the Kainde Amedha were bigger, faster and more dangerous than the ones she had encountered previously. Looking back at the two Predators, she voiced the thought.

George nodded. “You are correct, Kay-lan. This is what happens when a nest becomes established and is left to grow out of control. It is the reason why we no longer allow our younger Hunters to train here. Unlike the ones we faced, these hard meats are fully grown, but more importantly they have an experienced, mature queen directing them. The queen we face now is undoubtedly the same one that rose to power after we killed her predecessor.”

Kehlan nodded in understanding. She looked around her at the carnage, unable to repress a slight shudder as she began to realise the enormity of what they were trying to do. It had been a hard fight yet it was only the beginning. She was all too aware that this was nothing more than a preliminary skirmish. The worst was still to come.

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Just to let you know I have done some editing on the first ten chapters. It's nothing major, and nothing that necessitates you having to go back and reread, just a bit of tidying up the grammar, answering a few questions and adding in some detail to enhance and improve what was already there.
Meanwhile, thank you to those who have reviewed and I hope you are still enjoying the story.
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