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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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As things started to calm down in sick bay, it was with some relief that T’lia was finally able to send some of her staff off duty. With the exception of a couple of marines who had been unlucky – or just plain careless – and who would need to remain under medical supervision overnight, the emergency ward was now empty of patients. There was just the Yautja ambassador to deal with and then she too could take a break. At that moment a bowl of plomeek soup, even if it was replicated, seemed very appealing to the tired doctor. Firstly though the ambassador.
She found George sitting on the bio-bed, arm extended as Kehlan adjusted the straps of the soft hide wraps he wore under his gauntlets. He could do it himself of course but was rather enjoying having a female, even an ‘Ooman’ one, fussing over him. Grunting his satisfaction he reached for the first of his gauntlets and fitted it to his lower arm before turning his attention to the doctor standing in the doorway.
“Honoured Healer.” He inclined his head, greeting her with respect before adding hopefully, “I am free to go?”
The doctor approached, a quick glance at the computer confirming her visual assessment. His wounds had healed well and his vital signs were good. “You are free to go,” T’lia confirmed. There was no point, she decided, in wasting her breath telling him to take it easy and not over exert himself. He would not listen. The Yautja were just like the Klingons in that respect if a little politer. No doubt he would nod and say respectfully “Yes Doctor” and then completely ignore her advice.
Having been given permission to depart, the Elder was quick to get to his feet. Retrieving his other gauntlet and strapping it to his arm, he bowed slightly to the doctor and headed for the door. It slid open to allow his egress and about to duck through it, he stopped and turned back for a moment. There was something he needed to know before he could make his escape, a question that he should have asked earlier and that had been worrying him for some time but until now he had not had a chance to ask. “Doctor, before I go, I would like a casualty report.”
The request was not unexpected and T’lia had the information readily to hand. Her fingers danced across the surface of the padd as she brought up the required information.
George listened carefully to her report. There had been plenty of minor injuries, mostly acid burns, claw wounds and a few broken bones. A few had been hurt more seriously although all were expected to make a full recovery. Of the Yautja, his own injuries had been the most severe and T’lia did not comment on just how close they had come to losing him on the operating table.
“And how many fatalities?” There had been no mention of deaths in the healer’s report and George was tense as he waited for the answer. “How many did we lose?”
T’lia permitted herself a faint smile, just the slightest upturn of her lips. “None at all.”
The answer stunned the Elder. To capture a Queen and cleanse a nest with no casualties was completely unprecedented. He thought for a moment of the queen currently imprisoned in the depths of the clanship. She had not been such an easy catch and her capture had come at a high price – the lives of five Elite warriors and one Elder. George had been very young then but he had heard the stories and his own sire had been one of those lost. Since then he had been part of many Queen Hunts and all of them had cost the Yautja dearly.

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The atmosphere in the briefing room was buoyant, almost celebratory and with good cause, Da’rian thought, half listening to the banter which at the moment seemed to be aimed at Khetara. A few moments ago, the door to the briefing room had opened and the Klingon General had made an entrance, accompanied by a strong floral smell. Scent was an important source of information to the Yautja and the odour of artificial chemicals was almost offensive but unlike Kreltek they had not commented.
“It is a little strong, isn’t it,” Khetara sighed as her First Officer gave an exaggerated sniff, “and if I ever find out for certain who gave me that g’day’t stuff…” She glared suspiciously at Kehlan who was unsuccessfully trying not to giggle. Something told her that the Fleet Captain knew exactly who was responsible.
Kreltek grinned, carefully moving out of Khetara’s reach before speaking. “With the greatest of respect, General, I think the methane would have been the lesser of two evils.”
Khetara let out an outraged splutter before giving in and laughing.
The Klingon General was moving a little stiffly, Da’rian noticed. No doubt, he surmised, it was a holdover from her initial injury and the sparring session with Rakai’in. The Elite warrior had been very vocal in his praise of her fighting skill. She must be competent indeed, Da’rian thought, if she had managed to break Rakai’in’s mandible during their fight although no doubt it had been nothing more than a lucky blow.
In contrast to the laughing and joking going on around him, Da’rian’s mood was somewhat introspective as he considered the impact of the news they had been given. No fatalities. None at all. Such a thing had never before happened on a Queen Hunt, let alone one of this magnitude. If the leader of the Shadow Walker Clan really had planned things in a grasp for power as they suspected, it had backfired spectacularly. Although, the Elite Hunter reflected soberly, had the Federation medics not managed to save the Elder, then the dishonourable one would have gained exactly what he wanted – control over the Yautja Council of Elders. One thing was for certain: this was definitely not going to hurt the Elder’s reputation in the Council. Stories would be told of this Hunt for years and the name of Jau’esh’enye of Clan Storm Wind would enter into legend.
“…should call him Kirk.” A burst of laughter from the Oomans brought Da’rian’s attention back to the present time and place. The focus of the conversation, he discovered after a moment, had shifted from Khetara to the need to give the Predator captain an Ooman name.
“There is nothing wrong with my name,” Kihr’yende complained good-naturedly.
The usually prickly and temperamental Yautja captain was in a very good mood, something that had not gone unnoticed by his father and Da’rian. No doubt it was the result of the Hunt and the very impressive trophy he had brought back, a trophy that would earn him a lot of respect among the females once they returned to Yautja space.
George’s mandibles twitched with amusement and he was barely able to restrain himself from letting out a trill of laughter at the expression on his son's face as he listened to the irreverent discussion. "I have heard of this Kirk you mention."
"He was captain of the Enterprise," Speares said, grinning, "I still think Kieran would be a better name, it sounds more like Kihr'yende." He could not quite pronounce the Yautja name correctly but he made a good effort.
Kehlan rolled her eyes in disgust at her First Officer's insistence. "Kirk was a legend. Even the Klingons respected him."
"From the records, he was impulsive, quick tempered and heedless of authority," the Elder said, bringing his mandibles in close in an effort to hide his amusement and appear serious, at the same time carefully watching his son's reactions.
Kehlan grinned, shooting a sidelong glance at the Yautja captain. "That sounds pretty accurate."
George nodded, "Yes, I believe the name is appropriate."
More relaxed than Kehlan had ever seen him, Kihr'yende trilled with laughter at the discussion. All was well in his world. His father was alive, the Hunt was a success and the queen was imprisoned in the bowels of his ship. More importantly his people had the treaty they wanted, even if it still needed to be ratified by the respective governments of all three races. If the Oomans wanted to give him a silly name, that was fine by him.
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Sorry for the long delay, there's been a lot happening in the last few months and writing got pushed right to the back of the list of things to do. A massive thank you to all the people who have followed or favourited the story since then, please do leave some comments and tell me what you think.
Looking back on the story, one thing that still bugs me was the scene where Kihr'yende killed the security officer. No matter how many times I think it through, I still cant see how else it could have gone if later events were to unfold. Without that incident its too much "happy families" and yet... its bugging me. Should the officer have been seriously injured rather than died? should Kihr'yende have been punished somehow (how though when he has diplomatic immunity?) I'd appreciate constructive thoughts on this.
and on a related subject.. what do you think should happen to the villain of the piece? Only two more chapters and you will find out but what would you like to see and why?
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