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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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All too soon, the meal was over and there was no longer any excuse to delay her return to her own ship. As the Young Bloods returned to clear up the mess, the Elites began to leave one by one. Kva’vic-te stopped in front of her and placed a large hand on her shoulder, shaking it in the traditional salutation of his people. “Hunt well, Kay-lan.”
He went on his way and Rakai’in took his place, offering her a very similar farewell although he was a little more careful of her in the way he shook her shoulder. Finally only Kihr’yende, Da’rian and George remained.
“I am going to miss you,” she said honestly, a lump forming in her throat as she spoke. Her words were addressed to all three but in particular to George and it was he who answered her.
“I am the ambassador to your people,” George reminded her gruffly, “When I have completed my duties on the Home World, I will be paying an official visit to the Federation. In fact I have no doubt that we will be spending a lot of our time there.”
Kehlan placed a hand on his arm, looking up into the warm, amber eyes that were gazing down on her. “I will look forward to seeing you then.”
He nodded. “Maybe you could take some leave at that time,” he suggested, “and travel back to Yautja Prime with us. I would be good for you to learn more about our ways.”
“I do have plenty of leave built up,” she admitted. “If I can get permission then I would very much like to do that.” She suspected she would have no problem at all getting permission. The invitation after all, was unprecedented. The Yautja had been borderline isolationist in their negotiations and the opportunity to get someone in there to study them would be more than the Starfleet Diplomatic Corps could refuse.
Realising it was time to leave, she raised a hand to touch her combadge, then changed her mind, instead lowering it to her belt and drawing her d’k’tahg from its sheath. Aware of his sudden tension at the sight of the weapon in her hand, she reversed the blade and offered it to him hilt first. The dagger was old and nothing special but of all the weapons she owned, it was her favourite. She had bought it second hand as a student; it had been all she could afford at the time but it had served her well and saved her life more than once.
Slowly he reached out and took it from her, activating its triple blades and studying it carefully before tilting his head in silent enquiry. The knife was in good condition, he noted; old and slightly worn but well cared for.
“I know its old but it’s a good blade,” she told him, unaccountably nervous as she waited for his reaction. “I want you to have it.”
Overwhelmed by the unexpected gift, George tucked the knife into his utility belt and abruptly drew her into one last hug, enveloping her in his arms. He had waited eight hundred years to be reunited with his friend and he was not ready for this parting. He felt her arms go round his waist as she hugged him back. He held her that way for long moments before reluctantly releasing her and stepping back. For once in his long life, he did not quite know what to do. He had not even considered the idea of a gift. He looked around him, hunting for inspiration and his eyes fell on the remains of the naxa fruit. Ah, that would do it. Snapping a quick order to his son, he sent Kihr’yende hurrying to the kitchen to fetch some.
Not bothering to argue with his father, the Predator captain disappeared into the kitchen and returned a moment later holding a large net bag filled with the purple fruit. “They will last well if you keep them chilled,” he told her, flaring his mandibles in a grin, “Although… I think you will not keep them long enough for storage to be a problem… OW!” The big Predator yelped as Kehlan’s booted foot made contact with his shin.
She gave him an innocent stare before taking the net bag from him and thanking him for the gift. Her thanks were sincere, she really had enjoyed the fruit and was looking forward to having more and sharing them with her senior crew.
Kihr’yende glared at her. “I will have a bruise now,” he complained loudly before pulling her into a rough hug, much as his father had done. Somewhat awkwardly releasing her, he was serious again as he spoke the words of farewell. "n'dhi-ja da’Mei-jadhi." They were almost the same words his father had used back in the jungle but this time, with the benefit of the universal translator, Kehlan understood them. “Goodbye little sister.”
This close, Kehlan had to crane her neck to look up at him. In a gesture of respect from one captain to another, she offered him the Klingon salute. “Qapla’, little brother.”
As Kihr’yende stepped back it was Da’rian’s turn to make his goodbyes to her. “Ka-pla,” he said, carefully enunciating the Klingon word, “Hunt well.”
“You command his honour guard,” she told Da’rian quietly, offering him a slightly shaky smile. “Do your job well.”
The Elite inclined his head, silently acknowledging the words she had not said. Keep him safe. Yes, he would do that to the best of his ability or die in the attempt.
Tactfully the two Elites departed, leaving her alone with George. He started to speak and then changed his mind. No, he decided, there was nothing more to be said. Words would just prolong the pain of the parting. He would not say goodbye to her. Never goodbye.
Kehlan’s thoughts were very similar. Inevitably her mind went back to that first parting from him, back on the planet, when his people had come for him. She remembered the feeling of panic as one by one they had simply entered the ship, leaving her standing alone in the clearing. After dragging her half way across the jungle were they simply going to abandon her here on this xenomorph infested hell hole of a planet? But George had pointed towards the sky and she had seen the Klingon shuttle descending through the clouds.
She clearly remembered thinking that it would have been so much easier if they had been able to communicate properly. Now though, she was learning that if anything, the reverse was true. Kehlan shook herself mentally, there was no need for this. This maudlin sentimentality on her part was just stupid. They would be meeting again in a few months and in the meantime, they could keep in touch via subspace. Still… she would miss him. Suddenly she knew what she had to say. It was almost impossible for her to say the words correctly but she tried her best and from the look on George’s face, she knew that he understood her. “D'ain-daun….h’ka… K’vaar”. Until the next Hunt.
Taking one last look at her friend, Kehlan took a deep breath and touched the combadge on her chest. “Kehlan to Endeavour,” she said crisply, “one to beam up.”
That was where it had all begun, she reflected; such a short time ago, standing on a transporter pad waiting to beam across to the Ch’Tang to prepare for the mission ahead. Now it was over and she was returning to her ship. She sighed as the beam began to form around her. Time to go home. Moments later she was back on the transporter pad of the Endeavour where it had all started.
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