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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 stunned hunter lay on the hard, metal deck for several moments, trying to recollect his wits and figure out what had happened. He felt angry and embarrassed as well as ashamed. His fellow hunters were never going to let him hear the end of this. Rolling over with a muffled groan, he pulled himself up onto his hands and knees before staggering to his feet. Facing the Ooman female, he offered her a sulky glare, silently promising retribution for his humiliation.
Seeing the glare and guessing at the thoughts behind it, George directed a low, warning growl at the youngster, the sound putting Kal’rin-de on notice that the Elder was not willing to accept any more bad behaviour from him. “I hope you have learned from this, Kal’rin-de,” George rumbled, “Will you apologise for your disrespect and let the matter end here?”
“I am sorry, Honoured One.” The words were little more than a mumble. The Yautja language depended very much on the tusks and wth one of his mandibles dangling uselessly, it was difficult for the young hunter to speak.
George sighed. Only time would tell if the Young Blood truly meant his apology. “You had better go to the infirmary and get that fixed,” he ordered, “You are dismissed.”
The Young Blood lowered his head submissively, wordlessly indicating obedience to his Elder’s will, before turning away and limping towards the door.
On the whole, George found he was pleased with the outcome of the fight although he resolved to warn his younger hunters about their attitude. As Da’rian had intended, the young warrior’s fight with Kehlan had given him time to calm down and he no longer desired Kal’rin-de’s death. He had forgotten just how young Kal’rin-de actually was. Not that youth was any excuse for the level of rudeness that had been exhibited, but the youngster did not deserve to die for one stupid outburst. Even so, if he did not learn quickly, he would not live long enough to learn. There was only so much disrespect that George was willing to tolerate.
He had once been very like them, George reflected, thinking he was invincible and knew it all. His disastrous Chiva and subsequent encounter with Kehlan had taught him otherwise. And while he was thinking of teaching… He had been watching Kehlan carefully during her fight, studying her and analysing her technique. She had acquitted herself well, he decided. As he had noted before, she was obviously well trained but there was definite room for improvement. “Kay-lan… fffought well” the big Predator said, carefully forming the words in Federation Standard as he often did when he wished to emphasise their meaning, “But can do better.”
Kehlan flushed at his compliment. The simple words of praise meant a lot to her, coming from a warrior the calibre of George and she knew he was right. There was a lot she could learn from the Yautja if they were willing to teach her. “Will you teach me?”
“Da’rian will demonstrate.” The Elder directed a glance at the Elite Hunter standing with the Young Bloods. The commander of his honour guard was not meant to be in the kehrite at this time, but he was a good instructor and since he was here, he might as well make himself useful.
Da’rian nodded in agreement, gesturing for Kehlan to join the group. An experienced trainer, he had noticed the same flaws in her technique and was happy to help her learn. Snapping orders to the remaining Young Bloods, he set them to performing a set of simple exercises. It was way beneath their level of expertise but if Kal’rin-de’s performance was anything to go by, the revision of basic techniques would do them no harm. If the Young Bloods did not like it, they knew better than to object. Helping themselves to the remaining staffs on the wall, they positioned themselves and moving in well trained unison, they began the exercise.
While Kehlan was not familiar with Yautja martial arts, the exercise was not completely dissimilar to the Klingon Mok’bara routine she practiced every morning and she was interested enough to want to learn it.
George studied her motions carefully. Not completely satisfied with what he saw, he put his staff aside, hanging it back on the wall out of the way. Circling the group, he approached Kehlan, coming to a halt by her side. Reaching out with one large hand, he placed it over hers on the staff, at the same time moving slightly so he was behind her. At home on his own ship, he was wearing very little, just a short kilt and loin cloth and basic armour and he was so close now that she could feel his heat as his lean, hard body pressed against her.
Kehlan stiffened, wondering what he was doing. She could not help but be aware of his musk, an earthy, masculine scent with subtle overtones of beer and something else that she could not quite identify but that was not unpleasant.
If George was aware of her discomfort at his closeness, he gave no indication. His free hand came up, trapping her in the circle of his arms and coming to rest on her other hand. Carefully he corrected her grip on the staff, at the same time using his foot to nudge her feet slightly further apart. “Relax Kay-lan,” he advised her, “Follow my movements.”
As he began to move, Kehlan suddenly understood what he was attempting to do. Forcing herself to relax and focus on the movement of his muscles, she allowed his body to guide her through the series of simple exercises that would, with continued practice, would go a long way towards improving her technique. He went through the routine several times with her, each time subtly increasing the speed and force of his movements until he was confident she had learned what he wished to teach. Finally, satisfied with her progress, he released her and stepped back, allowing her to carry on unassisted.
Watching the class, Da’rian pulled his mandibles in tight, hiding a grin. The Elder’s technique was not one that was normally used for training students although he could not deny that it seemed to be an effective if rather suggestive method of teaching. His own methods were somewhat harsher. Moving among his students he barked the occasional correction, kicking at one student whose stance was a little off balance. Another got a hard rap across his knuckles when he fluffed an obvious move. Conscious of the presence of their Elder and the strict eyes of the Elite, they were trying a little too hard to impress. On the whole though, they were doing well. As they should, Da’rian thought, it was after all, a basic enough exercise.
Deciding it was time to move the group on to a slightly more demanding exercise, Da’rian snapped orders and the Young Bloods paired off with each other, ready to spar. Once again Kehlan found herself facing off against George. This time however he was more careful, tempering his strength and speed to match her ability.
When she stumbled, sheer tiredness finally getting the better of her, George decided enough was enough. He stepped back, holding his hand up to call a halt to the proceedings. “Enough for today; as I have been taught, a warrior knows when to fight and when not to fight. Now we rest.”
Kehlan nodded tiredly. She was bruised and aching all over, she was glad of the halt although she would not have disgraced herself by saying so. As she moved to place her staff back on the wall, her stomach decided to embarrass her by letting out a loud gurgle.
The old Predator cocked his head curiously at the sound. “When did you last eat?” he enquired.
Kehlan thought for a moment, trying to remember. “This morning, I think. I had a mug of raktajino and some toast.”
George considered her answer. It was late in the day, almost time for the evening meal. While Yautja could go several days without eating if necessary, Oomans... she was Klingon he reminded himself although in his eyes there was little difference... were more fragile and their metabolism demanded more frequent meals. He had tried the beverage called raktajino and had quite liked it but it did not exactly count as food... and as for toast, he was not quite sure what it was but from the translation given by his computer it did not sound very nourishing. “You must eat, Kay-lan,” he rebuked her. “You cannot fight fatigue, an empty stomach and an enemy at the same time.”
“I am hungry,” she conceded, “I’ll get something to eat before I go on duty.”
He shook his head; that was not acceptable to him. “Kehlan you will dine with us.”
Not completely sure if it was an invitation or an order, Kehlan hesitated for no more than a moment. She should really get back to her own ship but other than preparing to depart there was nothing urgent awaiting her and it would be rude to refuse. Besides, she had a good idea that like her own people, the Yautja were mostly carnivorous and their diet would be largely meat based and she was curious enough to want to try their food.
Sending a quick message to her second in command to inform him of the situation and receiving immediate reassurance that there was no urgent reason for her to return to the ship, she gave George a smile and accepted his invitation.
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