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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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Still barking orders, the Predator captain looked around him, assessing the situation. He saw his father struggle to his feet and take a few steps before falling again. Crossing the cavern he approached Kehlan and took the badge from her, giving her a gentle push in the direction of the fallen Elder. “Go to him Kay-lan. Do what you can for him.”
Kehlan gave Kihr’yende a grateful look, her eyes wide and a little scared. She was accustomed to death, knew that in a fight like this one, casualties were inevitable. But not George… please, not George. Rushing to her friend’s side, she knelt and laid her head against his chest, listening for his heart-beat. The alien rhythm of his powerful five chambered heart slowed and faltered as she listened. He lay ominously still and the Klingon woman could detect no rise and fall of his chest. He wasn’t breathing. No air was entering his lungs.
Momentary panic set in. Kehlan had only the most rudimentary first aid skills. She knew the basics of course, most warriors did. But how did one give mouth to mouth to a Yautja? Was CPR even an option? She needed to get him to sickbay, she realised, her own ship’s sickbay, not that of the Yautja. If anyone could save him, it would be T’lia. She did not completely trust the Yautja healer with George’s life. Their culture was far too like the Klingons for comfort. If they had the same taboos and prejudices against treating the severely injured, they would very likely consider it the more honourable option to let him die. She could not take that risk. The Vulcan on the other hand, would fight tooth and nail to save him. Besides, she remembered, the Yautja healer was not even on board his ship. Like every other able bodied Yautja, he was somewhere on this planet, hunting the Kainde Amedha.
Decision made, she hit her combadge. “Kehlan to Endeavour, requesting emergency site-to-site transport. Lock on to George’s signal and beam him direct to sickbay. Have a full medical team standing by.”
It was not the order Endeavour was waiting for. The ship’s transporter was locked in and encoded, ready to transport the xenomorph queen. Her chief engineer however was nothing if not flexible. “Stand by.” As his voice came over the comm. link, Qeytok was already working, his fingers flying across the console as he spoke, altering and adapting the programming. He knew what he was doing and it took only moments. “Energising now.”
Silently offering a prayer for George’s safety to any god or higher being that cared to listen, Kehlan got to her feet and stepped back, out of the way of the energy beam. She wanted nothing more than to go with him, but she did not have that luxury. Not yet. Not until this was over. The irritating whine that always accompanied a Federation transporter beam had never seemed so welcome. She watched grimly as a sparkling column of light formed around his body, dissolving him into seeming nothingness to be reassembled on board the waiting ship.
The sudden, unexpected light of the transporter beam spooked the watching hard meats, causing them to hiss and shy away. The startled queen renewed her struggles to escape and it was with some difficulty that the Yautja holding her retained their control. Every minute counted now. They needed to get the queen to their own ship before something else went wrong. Further delay could cost lives. Aware that it might take a few minutes for the Federation ship to reset its transporter after the unplanned beam-out, they dug in and held their ground.
Watching from a short distance, the Yautja captain relaxed slightly as he saw his father beamed to the Federation ship. He’d heard good things of their medicine, he just hoped they could live up to the hype. It might be generally true that no-one was indispensable but this case was the exception. The death of the Elder would put their mission in dire jeopardy.
Concern for his father’s wellbeing, the success of the long term mission, the safety of his Hunters and the need to take the queen alive... all these things raced through Kihr’yende’s mind. He was no fool. He knew his strengths and his limitations and he knew that he was not suited to lead the clan. Nor did he desire it. He was a Hunter not a politician or diplomat. He was content with his life as it was - training the young, newly Blooded hunters, helping them to develop the vital skills that would allow them to progress from cocky youngsters with delusions of immortality and an inflated sense of their own importance into confident, assured warriors who would be an asset to the clan. He did not have the patience or the temperament to deal with the bickering and backstabbing that was rife in the Council of Elders.
Nothing had been said but he knew that his father was considering Da’rian as a future Leader and he could only agree with his choice. Da’rian was far more suited to that life than he would ever be. Right now though, Da’rian was far too young for the role of Clan Elder. No matter how good he was, the Council of Elders would not take him seriously. Not that he himself was much older. He was however the Elder’s son and that accident of birth gave him some leverage against the other clan leaders and would force them to pay attention. Whether that would be enough to continue his father’s work he did not honestly know.
Turning, the Yautja captain stepped towards the queen. Catching sight of the shiny badge in Kihr’yende’s large hand, the queen lunged again, screeching her defiance and anger, the sheer intensity of her struggles almost causing her to succeed in breaking free as one of the Hunters holding her was pulled off his feet.
Seeing the danger, Da’rian dived for the trailing rope and just managed to grab it, pulling it taut again and preventing the downed Yautja from being trampled. “Kihr’yende! Hurry!” he gasped, “We can’t hold her like this much longer.”
Kihr’yende nodded. He’d come to that conclusion himself. “Kay-lan, how long before the transporter can cycle again?”
There was no reply and impatiently, the Predator repeated the question, his voice just a little louder and more insistent. “Kay-lan! How long?”
Kehlan shook herself. There was nothing more she could do for George. He was in the hands of the healers. She needed to focus on the job she had been given before her negligence got them all killed. “A few seconds at most,” she told him, “By the time the badge is in place, the ship will be ready.”
Acknowledging, he glanced around him one last time, confirming that everything was ready. At the same time he was carefully considering the strangeness of the queen’s reactions. He’d thought at first that it was the small Klingon female the queen was reacting to yet she was no longer showing any interest in Kehlan. Closing his fist over the badge, he noted that the queen seemed to calm slightly as it disappeared from sight. So it was something about the badge that had set her off then. That was interesting and bore further thought.
“Hold her steady,” he warned, before darting forward and placing the combadge right in the centre of the queen’s chitinous chest, careful to choose a spot where it would not be visible to her. She shied away from his touch but remained otherwise relatively calm. “Kay-lan, call for transport. NOW!”
This time she was ready for him. There was no further hesitation or delay. The comm. channel opened instantly. “Endeavour, the badge is in place and the queen is ready for transport. Lock on and energise.”
“Signal locked on,” Qeytok’s reply came back immediately, “Energising.”
The queen began to sparkle as the transporter beam took hold of her and her high pitched shriek was cut off abruptly as she disappeared from the cave.
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