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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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Rakai'in staggered backwards a few steps before he regained his balance. He stared at Kihr'yende for a moment in complete shock. What in Paya's name was Kihr'yende playing at, he asked himself in complete confusion? Surely he didn't seriously think…? He was no deviant or Bad Blood, he had no interest in the Klingon female. Anger welled up inside him and pulling himself up to his full height he flared his mandibles in a display of aggression before stepping forwards and shoving back at Kihr'yende in acceptance of his challenge.
Khetara was equally confused. One minute they had been calmly discussing the Borg, the next Kihr'yende had gone berserk and attacked the younger Hunter. It didn't make sense.
The two males were fighting with a skill and ferocity that was impressive and beautiful to behold. They were magnificent and as she watched, she began to realise just how much Rakai'in had been holding back when they had sparred together. Part of her wanted to stand and watch, to admire them but they were far too likely to kill each other unless she intervened. Getting between them however would be suicidal. Frantically she racked her brain, trying to decide what to do for the best. What was that word she had heard the Elder use? Ki'cte! That was it. Hoping she could pronounce the word clearly enough, she took a deep breath and yelled it at the top of her voice. To her surprise, it worked. "Ki'cte!" She repeated the word in her best command tone, the one her crew had learned meant business and they had better do as they were told if they knew what was good for them.
Both Predators froze, stopping dead at the shouted command. Breaking apart, they turned to face her. Rakai'in, she saw, had broken a mandible in the fight. Neon green blood stained his face, trickling slowly along the length of the damaged tusk before dripping to the floor. Anger flooded through Khetara's body. Rakai'in had done nothing to deserve this, the attack had been completely unprovoked and he had done nothing more than defend himself. Kihr'yende on the other hand, appeared relatively uninjured, with just a few minor scratches marring his hide.
Kihr'yende could smell his own n'dui’se in the air, along with that of his opponent, the masculine musk taunting him and further eroding his self-control. Glaring at Rakai'in, he saw defiance in his eyes and something else that he took to be disrespect. His mood dangerously unstable, the Predator captain clenched his fists as he fought to bring his temper back under control. The attempt failed and with a loud growl he started towards Rakai'in.
Vocalising her frustration, Khetara let out a growl of her own. She stepped between them and turned on Kihr'yende furiously. "That's enough! Stop it!"
Boiling with a hormone fuelled rage that he did not completely understand and an irrational desire to kill anything that moved, Kihr’yende nevertheless retained enough awareness to recognise the danger signs and take action to prevent a disaster. Stepping back he turned on his heel and with all the force at his disposal he punched the wall before stalking out of the room.
The Klingon female stared after him for a moment in disbelief before going after him.
His expression sombre, Rakai'in watched her go. It was true that Kihr'yende had a reputation for being bad tempered but it was not like him to act so irrationally. It was not mating season and there were no females present. Correction, no Yautja females present. He went cold as understanding dawned. Kihr’yende was taking a huge risk getting involved with the Klingon female. If the Elder found out… Rakai'in sighed. That was something he didn't want to think about. He would say nothing. Besides, it was none of his business.
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The Predator captain was moving at a fast pace through the corridors and Khetara was forced into a near run to catch up with him. Grabbing hold of his arm, she forced him to stop. "What in Gre'thor has got into you?" she demanded to know.
He could have easily dislodged her grip on him but chose not to. Instead he turned on her, snarling. "You wish to mate with him! It is not…"
Khetara did not allow him to finish. "Mate with him?" she interrupted incredulously, "What gave you that idea? There is nothing between me and Rakai'in. That's crazy!"
"You asked to see his Pauk'de trophies" Kihr'yende snarled, his language deteriorating along with his mood. It was disrespectful to speak to a female in such a way and had Khetara been Yautja, he’d have found himself knocked half way across the ship for speaking to her like that. He was too far gone to care.
The Starfleet issue translator blanked out the expletive but she had a good idea of its meaning from the tone of his voice and his body language. "I asked the question without understanding its cultural significance," Khetara informed him angrily, "and he agreed on the clear understanding that there was no interest on either side." None of this made sense to Khetara. Or did it? Trophies… Suddenly, as she remembered what Rakai'in had told her, she thought she understood. Yes actually it did make sense. All this time she'd been obsessing over her own unwilling and inappropriate interest in the Yautja captain, it had never occurred to her that he might reciprocate that interest. "You are acting like you are jealous," she accused him recklessly.
"Jealous?" Kihr'yende growled at the thought. The idea was ridiculous! How could he be jealous? A relationship between them was not possible. Yautja were forbidden to mate with Prey. Such a thing was taboo. He'd heard rumours and gossip of course. As mating season approached, sexually frustrated Young Bloods, fuelled by bravado and too much C'ntlip, would brag amongst themselves. Lacking trophies to impress the females, they competed to tell the wildest, most outrageous and morally indefensible tales - although never of course in the presence of their elders. Not that any of the pups had ever been anywhere near a sexually receptive female in their short lives, Kihryende reflected. Back in the old days, when it was still permitted to hunt Oomans, he had no doubt that more than one trip to the Blue Planet had ended with the victorious hunters taking their pleasure of the native females – never openly of course, they were still Prey and discovery would have left them ostracised or condemned as Bad Bloods.
Standing a little straighter, he puffed out his chest and bared his teeth in an instinctive display of masculine pride. "Jealous of Rakai'in? Compared to me he is an inexperienced pup. I am bigger, stronger, a better Hunter! My trophies are far superior to his!"
Somewhat to her own surprise, Khetara found the display was exhilarating. Yes, he was jealous, she realised and she liked it. Again she remembered the feel of that hard, muscular body pressed against her as he had fought to save her from the vacuum of space.
He was not Klingon. The tube-like tresses that passed for hair, the mandibles and the reptilian texture of his skin should have repelled her but she had long since become accustomed to him. In all the most important ways, he was not so different from the males of her own species. Tall and immensely strong, she estimated that he must weigh upwards of three hundred pounds yet none of it was fat. Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist and long, powerful legs. He was a prime specimen of his kind.
Standing at five feet, eleven inches tall, the Klingon General was not exactly small. Even so, the Predator dwarfed her by almost two feet. She'd sparred with Rakai'in and been soundly defeated. Kihr'yende was older, more experienced and vastly superior in skill to the other Predator. He could kill her in seconds if he chose and with very little effort. Not that she cared about any of that, she was too angry to be intimidated. Yet it was desire rather than anger that shaped her response. She had learned a lot in her conversation with Rakai'in, she just hadn't expected to put the information to practical use. Stepping forward she placed a hand on Kihr'yende's chest and shoved him hard, pushing him back against the ornately carved wall.
The Predator was stunned. Did she have any idea what she had just done? No, he thought hazily, she could not possibly have any way of knowing that for a Yautja female to shove a male in such a way was a clear signal of an immediate interest in mating.
The hand resting on his chest clenched spasmodically against his pectoral muscle. She could feel the alien rhythm of his powerful heart pounding against her palm, beating faster and harder in response to her closeness. His skin felt warm to the touch, its texture rough and slightly scaly yet at the same time there was a softness that was reminiscent of high quality leather. Khetara took a deep breath, inhaling his earthy male musk. It was becoming stronger and the scent of it was intoxicating.
Kihr'yende flared his mandibles in a manner that indicated not aggression but satisfaction, maybe even pleasure, his amber eyes locked on hers as he let out a sound that could only be described as a purr.
Abruptly, Khetara released him. "If you are interested then you should stop sulking, man up and show me your trophies," she told him provocatively, "and then I will decide if you are worthy of me!" She stepped away from him, turning her back in what could easily be construed as an insult and walked away
Fighting back the desire to punch the wall again, the Predator huffed, taking in the scent of her anger and to his surprise something else… the air was full of pheromones, tantalising and inviting. She wanted him! His anger dissipated leaving him intrigued and aroused. Letting out a loud roar he followed her.
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Thank you Kapowallace for the review. I can promise you I will not abandon this story, it means too much to me for that.
As I finished chapter 69, I planned out the rest of the story and developed a rough synopsis of what needed to happen to tie everything up and it worked out at 4 more chapters, 5 if I write the naugthty one. My synopsis for chapter 70 was as follows.... "Kihr'yende is sent back to his own ship. He over hears Rakai'in and Khetara discussing trophies and getting jealous, he picks a fight with Rakain. Khetara breaks the fight up, he storms off and she follows, leading to them getting involved. Seems simple doesnt it, but it ended up being three chapters instead of one. Turned out they had alot to say. So in theory there are approx 3 chapters left to finish the story - or at least, three areas to explore, hard to say how many chapters it will take until I start writing it. Please bear with me, the next chapters will take a while to write and I have alot going on in the next few weeks.
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