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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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Finally reaching the edge of the jungle, George held up a hand, bringing the party to a stop. Calling Da’rian and Kihr’yende to his side with a sharp gesture, the Elder touched a control on his gauntlet computer, activating a holographic map. A blue-ish light sprang from the control, forming a three dimensional image of the mountain range.
Some of the information it contained came from her own ship, Kehlan knew. Endeavour’s scanners were top of the range and they had been able to plot out a rough plan of the cave system. It could not be relied on completely; minerals in the rocks distorted the results causing ghost signals and sensor shadows. But it was better than nothing and the information it contained had allowed the Yautja to update their existing maps. Combined with the knowledge gained from previous hunts, it was enough to give the Hunters a fairly accurate picture of what they were facing.
Kehlan watched with undisguised interest as he touched the image with a clawed finger, enlarging it and zooming in on the detail he needed. The three Leaders studied the holographic display, conferring together quietly before George made his final decision and gave his subordinates their orders.
The plan was to enter the nest through the three main entrances, clearing the way as they went and meeting up again near the central chamber where the queen was no doubt waiting for them. To this end George divided them into three groups, one of which would be commanded by him. The other two would be led by Kihr’yende and Da’rian. At first glance the divisions seemed uneven and illogical. Kihr’yende’s team was pure Yautja, ten of them in total. All the non Yautja had been allocated to either George or Da’rian. While that might seem odd, there were good reasons. The Predator captain’s orders were to seek out and destroy the egg chambers, a task that George considered far too dangerous for the Oomans who had no masks to protect them from the parasites.
The remaining two teams would converge on the centre of the nest, eventually meeting up with Kihr’yende’s team and entering the queen’s nest chamber. Not surprisingly, George had allocated Kehlan to his own team. He was protective of his Klingon friend and had no intention of letting her out of his sight.
The entrance the previous away team had discovered was a minor one. Narrow, constrictive and little used, it led to a small outlying egg chamber and eventually joined up with one of the major tunnels. There were several other similar entrances, each with its own small egg chamber… the theory being that if anything happened to destroy the main nest, at least some eggs, stashed in more remote locations, would survive to restock the species. These tunnels would be blockaded by the other Predator teams as they spread out, forming a loose circle that was intended to enclose all known entrances to the nest system and prevent the Kainde Amedha from escaping.
With all the decisions made, George gestured and the three groups separated. If Kehlan thought the going would get easier once they were out of the jungle she was sadly mistaken. Without the trees to provide shade, the air was baking hot, seeming to suck the air from her lungs and leaving her panting for breath. The climb up to their designated entrance was steep and rocky. The path… if it could even be called a path… was narrow and treacherous, at one point taking them across a dangerous area of scree. Her boots offered little purchase on the loose scree and she slipped, losing her balance as the stones moved under her feet.
As she fell, one of the marines moved to assist her but George got there first, his large hand reaching out and steadying her. His own clawed feet had no trouble at all gripping the stones and the big Predator easily kept his balance on the rocky slope. He did not release his grip on her until they were safely away from the scree and in an area with more secure footing. Feeling a little humiliated at the need for help but at the same time grateful, she offered him a smile and resolved to be more careful. It was with some relief that they finally reached their destination and entered the caves to begin the next stage of their mission.
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Momentarily removing her night vision goggles so that she could deal with an errant itch behind her right eye, Kehlan stared curiously and warily around her. Her eyes might not be much use in the darkness but her nose was unfortunately working overtime. Klingons had a strong sense of smell, although she knew it was not as sensitive as that of the Yautja. The air stank of rotting, decaying meat and as they moved further into the caves they went, the foul odour became even more overpowering. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, almost gagging at the stench. It reminded her of an abattoir. No… a slaughter house might not smell pleasant but at least the meat was fresh. This was more how she imagined one might smell if it were abandoned with no power supply for a month or so in high summer. The Predators did not seem bothered. Either their masks were filtering out the stink, Kehlan thought irrelevantly, or they were just ignoring it.
Completely blind at first, Kehlan’s vision adjusted quickly to the almost total darkness. Everything was black, but with the aid of the very faint bio-luminescent sheen emitted by bacteria on the hardened resin coating the walls, her eyes were beginning to pick out faint patterns as the totality of blackness began to resolve itself into shades of grey.
Idly, her eyes began to trace the patterns. It was a trait that was hard wired into most sentient species, a survival mechanism. The ability to pick out the shape of a predator or enemy in poor visibility and at a distance was one that could be life-saving, conferring a huge evolutionary advantage. Terrans called it Apophenia, the phenomenon of perceiving patterns or meanings in random or meaningless data. Klingons had no fancy name for it but were as guilty of it as any other species. Kehlan had more than once looked up at the sky and allowed her imagination to see shapes and faces in the clouds. That one looked like the horn of a jackal mastiff, she decided, before changing her mind. No, it looked more like a spear tip… very similar in fact to the one she held in her hand. Frowning, Kehlan brought up a hand to touch the spear tip, her fingers lightly tracing its shape. Yes, it was the same. Her frown deepened and she returned her gaze to the wall, her eyes following the lines of the pattern down from the tip, down along the curving length of tail and up again into…
“George!” Carefully she kept her voice low as she called to her friend and mentor.
Never far away from her, the huge Predator was instantly at her side. Her scent and the tone of her voice making him aware of her increased tension, he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he gave an interrogatory click of his tusks.
“They’re in the walls,” she told him urgently, pointing towards the tail blade she had seen.
The old Hunter nodded, the gesture unseen in the darkness. The news was not completely surprising to him. He had hunted the Kainde Amedha many times before. He understood them, knew all their tactics. The body temperature of the creatures matched that of the surrounding nest. Provided they remained pressed against the walls and did not move, they were invisible to the Yautja who hunted them. It was a surprisingly effective method of camouflage.
“Be ready,” he warned her. “Where there is one there will be many.”
With a flick of his mandible he manipulated the controls on the interior surface of his bio-mask, bringing his plasma caster online. It powered up with a faint whirring noise, a triangle of red dots lighting up as the laser guidance system activated. In the dusty atmosphere of the cave the laser beams lit up in a glittering trail, illuminating the cave with a faint, reddish glow. The Predator turned his head and the laser beams followed the motion, tracking his gaze.
“Where?” He asked tersely, preferring to reply on Kehlan’s vision rather than adjust his own. Once the creatures moved, the thermal setting combined with his superior hearing and sense of smell would prove to be most advantageous for the hunt.
Kehlan followed the trio of red lights as they tracked across the wall. “Up a bit,” she told him, “And to your left.” The beam moved in accordance with her directions, “Slightly higher… stop. Right there.”
“Be ready,” he warned her again before firing a charge of deadly super-heated plasma at the spot she had indicated. The creature let out a hideous screech as it died and what was left of its body fell to the floor with a loud clatter.
For long moments all was still and peaceful and then with horrifying suddenness, the walls erupted into a violent mass of teeth, claws and flailing limbs as the gathered Kainde Amedha swarmed to defend their nest and their queen from the intruders who sought to destroy them.
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