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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 two combatants circled each other, Klingon and Predator… each seeking an opening, waiting for the other to make a mistake… to leave just the smallest of opportunities that would allow the battle to commence.
Rakai’in studied the small female carefully. He had seen Klingons fight and had learned respect for their abilities. The one named Urtok had saved his life. The texts said that Klingons were hot headed and quick to anger; that they would rush into battle without stopping to think of the consequences. Not that much different from a Young Blood in fact. Their females were smaller but equally aggressive. This female seemed tiny to his eyes, yet she was battle hardened. She had fought and she had killed. He could see it in the dark brown eyes that glared fiercely at him, assessing him. She held high rank and it was obvious she had earned it. No, he decided, he would not underestimate her ability. Even so, compared to a Yautja, she was small and frail. He would have to be careful not to cause her any harm. He continued his slow circling and waited.
Aware of his intense gaze as he studied her, Khetara continued to circle as she studied him in turn. She was completely fascinated by this whole experience – the short journey in the Yautja shuttle, the dark passageways of the ship swirling with low lying mist and the kehrite itself. Her guess had been right. The kehrite was a physical training room its walls lined with a bewildering variety of weapons, some of which were at least partly familiar to her, others which were not. There was no mist in this room and it was better lit than the corridors, although still darker than a Federation ship… something for which Khetara was thankful. The level of brightness that Starfleet seemed to prefer on its vessels was almost painful to Klingon eyes.
The Predator had selected a pair of training staffs, made of some sort of very light metal and handed her one, before gesturing for her to join him in the circle painted on the floor. Swinging the staff to test its weight and balance, Khetara nodded in satisfaction. She could use this. With a fierce grin of anticipation, she stepped into the circle and prepared to fight.
They had been circling for several minutes with neither of them making even the smallest mistake when Khetara decided she was getting bored of this. If he wanted an opening, she would give him one. The Klingon woman feinted to her left before darting in the opposite direction, bringing up her staff to attack. It was an obvious feint but in the interests of allowing the actual fighting to begin, Rakai’in allowed himself to fall for the ploy.
Their staffs clashed but he was immovable and to the smaller Klingon female, it was a though she had banged into a solid brick wall. Her opponent did not so much as budge under the onslaught. Absorbing the impact he turned, a sweep of his arm sending her staggering backwards. Regaining her balance, she paused momentarily, reassessing her options. He was huge. Brute strength was not going to work against him. She needed to use her brain and turn his size against him.
There was almost no time to think. Growling, Rakai’in lunged for her and careful not to use too much strength, he brought his staff sweeping across and downwards. Whatever he’d been aiming for, he missed. His movement was fast but she was ready for him and her response was equally quick. She twisted sideways, avoiding the blow before slipping in close under his guard. Taking advantage of his momentum, she spun her own staff, landing a solid blow across the back of his knees.
To his complete shock he found himself slamming into the floor. He lay there for a moment, trying to process what had happened. Despite his resolve he had underestimated her, he realised with some chagrin. He had assumed that her small size made her less of a threat. He would not make that mistake again.
Getting to his feet he dropped into a semi crouch, knees bent and feet spread wide for balance. His arms were spread out, one hand with palm upward displaying his claws, the other brandishing the staff as though it were a deadly spear… which Khetara noted, in his hands, was not an unfair comparison. His mandibles were spread equally wide, displaying his razor sharp inner teeth as he let out a roar that was designed to intimidate her. His posture was both defensive and at the same time, challenging her to attack him.
Khetara was quick to accept his invitation, attacking with a quick volley of blows as she continually sought a way through his guard. If a way through existed it remained elusive. He had learned from his mistake and she would not catch him like that again. He met every blow, countering it with just the right amount of force, pushing her back until she was right on the edge of the circle.
Correctly guessing that stepping out of the ring would concede the match, Khetara renewed her attack, attempting to force him back and give herself space to fight. The Predator stepped back, easily avoiding her blows and with moving with a speed that to Khetara seemed blinding he pivoted, catching hold of her staff. He yanked it forward, pulling her off balance so that she staggered forward, almost planting her face in his abdomen. Recovering her balance, she struggled unsuccessfully to pull her staff free of his grip. Concentrating on the tug-of-war, she missed the flicker in his amber eyes that would have warned her of his intentions. His foot made contact with the middle of her chest, sending her crashing to the floor and knocking the breath out of her body.
“It has been a very long time since we have hunted your race,” Rakai’in said with a teasing growl as he extended a hand to help Khetara up. She had proved to be a better adversary than he had expected and he was enjoying himself. “Only the oldest of Hunters have a Klingon skull in their collection. His mandibles flared in a wicked grin as he continued, “Yours would bring me much kudos back home.”
“You’re welcome to try,” she warned him, sliding the d’k’tahg from her belt and activating its triple blades. “I am not yet defeated.”
The next thing she knew, she was flat on her back again and her knife was in his hand. He hadn’t even bothered to draw a weapon, he’d simply moved with such deadly speed and accuracy that she hadn’t even seen him coming, let alone had a chance to defend herself. Yet he had not hurt or harmed her in any way, had used only as much force as was necessary to put her down and disarm her. She could not help admiring his sheer strength and ability as a warrior. “Okay, I think I am dead,” she conceded, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she drew much needed oxygen into her lungs.
His grin widened as he studied the knife he had taken from her. “You may keep your skull,” he told her, “I think I will keep this instead.” Shoving the blade into his belt, he held out a hand to help her up for the second time in less than a minute.
Khetara smiled ruefully as she accepted the proffered hand, allowing him to pull her back to her feet. Her d’k’tahg was old and valuable. It had been in her family for generations. Oh well, she had never been one to worry too much about material possessions and he had earned it although should the opportunity to claim it back present itself, she would be quick to act. She was beginning to understand just why he called himself an Elite warrior. “Why do you take the skulls?” she asked impulsively, her curiosity and desire to learn getting the better of her. “What do you do with them?”
“Trophies give status,” Rakai’in explained. “They demonstrate our prowess in the hunt.” He could not resist bragging a little. “I am an Elite Warrior. I have been hunting for many years and I have many trophies hanging on my wall.”
“Would you show them to me?”
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