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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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Spittle dripping from its snarling jaws, another one of the Guardian creatures lunged for Kehlan. Designed purely for combat and defence of the nest, the huge creatures – or nrak’ytara as George had called them, were formidable fighting machines. They were thankfully few in number compared to the drones, but even a few was enough under normal circumstances to protect the queen - and hence the colony – from attack. But if the nrak’ytara were built for combat, so too were the Yautja warriors. When a second one made a bee-line for her, Kihr’yende stepped in to distract it. There was no way she could take on two of them at once. No doubt the Elder would tackle the first one; his father was not likely to let anything too dangerous anywhere near Kay-lan. This one though, was his. Mandibles flared wide open he let out a roar of challenge and attacked.

His attention fully focussed on the enemy immediately in front of him, like any good warrior he nevertheless retained an awareness of what was going on around him. The other Oomans were being targeted by the creatures and his fellow Hunters were stepping in to assist them. Oomans made good hosts if they could be taken alive and no doubt the Kainde Amedha saw them as easy prey. That was something the Yautja warriors would not allow to happen. They would kill the Oomans themselves rather than let them suffer such a dishonourable end.

The Predator captain had not been keen on the idea of allowing Oomans – or Klingons for that matter, although in his eyes there was little difference between the two – to accompany the Yautja on this hunt. In his view they were small and weak, they would be nothing but a liability. But they had been short of warriors and he had bowed to his father’s wisdom, accepting his decision with fairly good grace. In fairness, he had to admit that the Elder and Da’rian had been right. Small they might be, but the Ooman warriors fought well, their ingenuity, cunning and their ability to adapt quickly more than making up for their lack of size and strength. No wonder, he thought momentarily, the older Hunters spoke of their expeditions to the Blue Planet with such nostalgia and their Ooman skulls were so highly prized. Kihr’yende had never been convinced by their stories, had never understood how the Pyode Amedha, the soft meats as his people called the Oomans, had come to be considered one of the ultimate Prey species. Now though, with his newfound appreciation of their skills, he could only wish he had been old enough to participate in those Hunts before they had been banned.

A Hunter went down, roaring with pain and anger as the inner jaws of a drone sank into his flesh. He struck out with his wrist blades, driving them deep into the throat of the hard meat and killing it instantly but the sheer weight of the creature bore him to the ground as it fell, its teeth still embedded in his shoulder. Several of its hive mates attacked the fallen Predator as he struggled to push the dead drone off him and regain his feet. Cordero happened to be nearest and seeing his predicament, she moved to assist him, firing her phaser rifle at point blank range, killing one of the creatures and forcing the others to back away from the injured Yautja, giving him the moment of respite he needed to get back to his feet.

As she fired again, the drones turned on her, ignoring the weapon she carried and reaching for her with outstretched claws. Their intent though was not to kill. Instead they grabbed hold of her, ripping the rifle from her grip and throwing it aside before dragging her away from the group. Remembering the desiccated remains she had seen embedded in the resinous walls, their chest bones splayed open and their faces forever frozen in a rictus of pain and fear, Cordero let out a panicked scream for assistance. “DARREN! HELP ME!”

Hearing the human version of his name called with such panic, Da’rian turned, immediately seeing the problem. Kicking the drone he had been fighting away from him, he pulled out his shuriken and with a flick of his wrist to open it up he threw it with deadly accuracy. The shuriken sliced through one of the Kainde Amedha that was holding her, removing its arm and causing it to shriek and pull back, blood spurting from the amputated stump. It was nothing more than sheer luck that prevented Cordero from being sprayed with the acid. The Predator caught the star-like weapon as it returned to him, swiftly taking aim and throwing it again.

Van Zyl and Urtok were also moving to help her, the human swearing loudly in a mixture of Afrikaans and Klingon as he slashed at the hard meats with his marine issue knife. Urtok was quieter but he fought equally savagely, wielding the weapon Rakai’in had given him with ruthless skill. Like Cordero they had seen the victims of the parasites and they would not stand by and see one of their own be taken.

Scarlet blood stained Cordero’s combat fatigues where the claws of the hard meats had torn through the fabric and into her skin as they had dragged her towards the tunnels. Freed from their deadly grip she sank into a heap on the ground, momentarily too traumatised by her near miss to even think about moving.

“You okay, Major?” Van Zyl asked gruffly as he held out a hand to help her to her feet.

She nodded shakily, still trembling with shock as she accepted his help. “They were going to…” She stopped, unable to say the words.

“We wouldn’t have allowed it,” the South African reassured her. He did not add that he would have killed her first if there had been no other way. Under the circumstances, he decided with an unusual display of tact, she didn’t need to hear that.

“Thanks.” She was not stupid. Guessing at the words that remained unsaid, she pulled free of him and bent to retrieve the phaser rifle she had dropped, checking it over for damage. The fighting was not yet over and she had a job to do.

A drone slammed into Kihr’yende, coming between him and the Guardian and the Predator captain whirled, lashing out in a backhanded blow that almost completely decapitated the creature. The body fell, gouts of acid blood spurting from the stump and he danced out of its way, striking at the nrak’ytara with his other arm.

The monstrous Alien anticipated the blow and countered, striking at the Predator with its vicious claws. A sweep of its vicious barbed tail sent Kihr’yende flying backwards to crash into the wall, the force of the impact smashing one of his long wrist blades. More than half stunned and bleeding profusely, the Predator captain slid to the floor. He remained there for a moment, ominously still, before staggering to his feet and shaking his head to clear it. The impact had knocked his bio-mask askew and he put up a hand to check and re-secure it before removing and discarding the damaged blade. Limping slightly and favouring his left arm, the Predator waded back into the fight.

Even for an Elite Hunter such as Kihr’yende, a nrak’ytara was a worthy opponent and the outcome of the fight was by no means assured. In a battle like this, anything could happen. He was injured and in pain but so was his adversary and he was not inclined to give it the victory.

With his long arm-blade smashed beyond repair, the Yautja captain brought other weapons into play. A short staff, maybe a metre or so long found its way into his clawed hand. He touched a control and with a faint metallic whisper that went unheard in the melee, it extended to its full length. In this form it resembled a double ended spear, almost two metres in length, its blades slightly curved and a series of barbed spikes situated just behind the spearhead. Kihr’yende spun the weapon, briefly testing its weight, balance and suitability before leaping forward to re-engage the nrak’ytara.

When inevitably the Guardian fell, Kihr’yende bent and marked the carcase. A worthy opponent, it had fought well and its skull would make a good trophy, one that would bring him much attention from admiring females during the next mating season and if the opportunity arose he would return later to claim it. The thought pleased him. His chest puffing up with pride in his achievement, he allowed himself a brief moment to bask in his own glory before returning to reality and turning to engage another of the creatures.

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Brandy, thank you for the review and the kind words. I have to agree, the last chapter caught me by surprise as well... I really wish my characters would tell me what's going on, I wasn't expecting Thomas to even tell me his name, let alone spring that bit of news on me.... Come to that, Portway and Thomas weren't even supposed to take up more than a paragraph or two, let alone a whole chapter ;-)
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