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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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With the exception of the nursing staff bustling about as they carried out their orders, Endeavour's sick bay was still and quiet - almost suspiciously so and the Vulcan CMO could not help wondering if this was what the Terrans called the calm before the storm. With the departure of the marines and Klingon personnel planetside, all but one of her patients had been discharged and that one, for now at least remained unconscious. She sighed. If even half what she'd heard of the creatures was true, this big hunt was no doubt going to result in an influx of casualties, some of them likely to be serious, if not fatal. She'd set her staff to preparing for all eventualities before escaping to the relative peace of the side ward where her Romulan patient slept.
The blow to N’Sal’s head had been hard.... perhaps much harder than the Yautja Elder had meant it to be. Whilst the skull fracture was easily healed, the resultant brain injury could be another matter entirely. T'lia set the computer to maintain a continuous scan and settled down with her paperwork.
She was efficient and it did not take long. Clearing away the last of the records, she picked a padd and activated the information file on Yautja physiology that Yeyinde's medic had sent her. It was interesting and educational and there were several points she would look forward to discussing with the other healer once they had a chance to meet face to face.
The Predator healer had also included a file on the Kainde Amedha and the types of injuries she could expect to be treating after the hunt. T’lia studied this with care.
Kehlan, she realised, was treading a very fine line with this hunt. While it was necessary if the natural balance of the world was to be restored, there were many at Starfleet Command and the Federation Council who would not understand the need. They would speak of conservation and preservation of an alien species… would condemn what they saw as unnecessary killing, even genocide. They would say that the creatures were possibly sentient and should not be destroyed and they would not approve of Kehlan’s decision to assist the Yautja in this matter.
The Kainde Amedha, as the Yautja called the creatures… and T’lia could only concede it was a better name than the one the Terrans used… were not native to this planet. They did not belong here. In the eight hundred years since the Yautja had introduced them to this world, they had spread out of control and devastated the continent, killing everything in their path. At first glance, the planet appeared untouched… mile after mile of seemingly virgin jungle, but the natural balance of life had been upset by the intruders. The large predators that had once flourished here were all gone; likewise the grazers they had fed on. In the area controlled by the creatures, almost nothing living remained, only the river monsters and the avians who fed on the animal life that was too small to be of interest to the hive.
Whether the Alien Xenomorphs were sentient was a difficult question, T’lia knew. They functioned as a hive, in a manner not dissimilar to Terran ants, although admittedly very large, parasitic ants. Certainly, from what she knew of the creatures, the Queen showed signs of intelligence. It was not completely clear how she communicated with her drones – perhaps pheromones and maybe, T’lia speculated, even a degree of telepathy. Even now, science did not fully understand the workings of the hive mind.
The politicians and diplomats, safe in their offices back on Earth, did not comprehend the severity of the situation. The Yautja might be playing with fire but at least they understood the risks. They were careful to keep the creatures under control although this world was proof that even the Yautja got it wrong sometimes. T’lia sighed. She might not approve of the Hunt system but the awkward truth was, even if the Yautja had left the Kainde Amedha in peace on their homeworld (assuming they even had a true homeworld and were not the result of genetic manipulation as the Yautja believed) the creatures presented a deadly threat. Space exploration was expanding further and further into the unknown. If the Yautja relaxed their vigilance, eventually a ship would encounter the creatures and unknowingly spread the parasites to other worlds. That was something that must be avoided at all costs.
It was possible, T’lia reflected, that these creatures presented a greater danger than even the Borg. They could not be reasoned with, had no purpose other than to reproduce themselves at all costs, destroying everything in their path. In their eyes, other species existed only for food or to be used as hosts. Despite her considerable Vulcan training, T’lia shuddered at the thought.
Kehlan’s compromise had been a good one. Rather than order her troops into battle, she had taken the more diplomatic route, extending an invitation to hunt with the Yautja to any crew member who chose to participate. For Endeavour’s marines and security forces, the hunt presented an opportunity for them to put into practice their skills and training. Since the end of the Dominion war, such opportunities were scarce and some of the younger officers had never been in battle. With the stories and the hype surrounding the earlier away mission to the planet to search for their missing captain, almost every combat trained officer on the ship had jumped at the opportunity to take part.
Outside T’lia heard the main door open but was distracted by a moan as consciousness tugged at the Romulan. Putting her reading aside, she rose to her feet and moved to check on her patient.
"K....keh...." N’Sal’s eyes flickered open momentarily then she slid back into sleep.
The Vulcan studied the data on the computer screen and set a scan in progress, waiting patiently for it to finish. A few moments later, the computer beeped, informing her that the results were available. She checked the readouts and nodded in satisfaction. All was as it should be. Her patient was sleeping naturally and there appeared to be nothing more than minor bruising under the skull. N’Sal was lucky, there was no permanent damage.
The door to the side ward slid open and one of T’lia’s staff nurses slipped quietly into the room. “Doctor, the Yautja visitor has returned,” the nurse informed her nervously. She could not help feeling intimidated by the Predator. Even unarmed there was a sense of danger clinging to him. His sheer size and those wicked looking tusks and claws did nothing to put her at ease. “General Rustadh is with him.”
“Thank you, Glynis,” T’lia said, courteous as always. She was aware of the nurse’s nervousness. Glynis was still young; a new graduate fresh out of nursing college and this was her first assignment away from Earth. On board this ship she would quickly get used to working with various alien races. Tolerantly, the healer added “N’Sal is starting to wake up. If you would remain here with her, I will go and deal with our visitors.”
Leaving the somewhat relieved nurse with the Romulan patient, T’lia moved into the main ward and approached the newcomers, politely asking what she could do to assist them.
“I have been invited to visit the Yautja ship,” Khetara told the doctor. “I will require an oxygen mask.”
T’lia nodded, remembering what she had read in the medical file she had been given. In good health, the Klingon General would be able to breathe the ship’s atmosphere for a short period of time although with its methane rich content, she would not find the odour pleasant. Khetara’s lungs however were not yet fully healed. The request for an oxygen mask was a reasonable one.
“Very well,” T’lia acquiesced, “I would also suggest a triox injection. You should be careful not to over exert yourself.”
“We wish to train,” Rakai’in growled, giving the healer a hopeful look. “This is permitted?”
The Vulcan healer considered that. They were both warriors and she had no doubt that ‘train’ was a euphemism for fighting. It was inevitable that denied the opportunity to take part in the hunt they would both seek other ways to relieve the stress that was building up.
“Your lung capacity is improving,” T’lia informed the General. “Providing you do not overdo it, there is no reason why you should not exercise a little.” She gave the Predator a glare before continuing, “That goes for you as well… a little exercise. I do not expect to be patching both of you up again because you cannot follow medical advice. Am I understood?”
Rakai’in bowed his head in acceptance, at the same time wondering what it was about the petite healer that intimidated him. Something about her demeanour reminded him of the many times as a youngster that he had stood in front of his mother awaiting punishment for some infraction. Such females were not to be argued with. “It will be as you wish, Honoured Healer.”
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