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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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On board the fleeing shuttle, the solitary pilot pushed the craft to the maximum in a desperate attempt to evade Endeavour and get far enough outside the solar system to safely go to warp. He knew that a Weyland Yutani ship would be coming out this way in the near future. Although, he thought wryly, the corporation would not be pleased to learn that the xenomorphs were gone. If he could get out into the nearby space lanes, he could wait for rescue.
With the tactical display telling him that he was safely out of range of Endeavour's tractor beam, Price was feeling quite pleased with himself. The ship did not seem to be engaging its engines to follow him. No doubt, he bragged to himself, they'd had to take everything off line to search for the micro explosives he'd threatened them with. Not that they would find them, he grinned, they were far too well hidden for that. Satisfied with what with the information on the various computer displays was telling him, he busied himself preparing evasive manoeuvres while pushing the engines to put as much distance between himself and the starship as possible. They would open fire on him very soon and he needed to be ready. Why had they not already done so, he wondered? Come to that, how had he even got free? Price frowned as he considered the question. He did not like mysteries and was confused by the fact that someone on board the ship must have helped him get free. The force field had not disengaged itself, someone must have done it. He could think of no other explanation… except maybe one of the micro charges had exploded when found and caused a power failure in the relay system… No, he decided, it was more plausible that he was not the only Section 31 agent on board. The agency was paranoid and would have plans in place in case he failed at his task. He shrugged; whatever the reason, he was free.
A siren blared and the computer's voice calmly announced "Proximity Alert. Multiple Explosive devices detected… Recommend…"
Whatever the computer said next, Price did not hear it. He stared in shock at the screen as he realised that the multiple explosive devices materialising in front of his shuttle were in fact the micro charges he had planted in Endeavour's engineering core. Endeavour had effectively turned this area of space into an active mine field. He swore virulently, diving for the navigational console and sending the shuttle veering to port in a desperate attempt to avoid the explosives directly ahead of him.
Price breathed a sigh of relief as he narrowly avoided a collision, only to swear as the shuttle clipped one of the charges on the port side, setting off an explosion which rocked the ship, shaking it violently and sending him crashing to the deck. He must have lost consciousness momentarily because he opened his eyes to find the cabin in semi darkness, the red emergency lighting casting an eerie glow over the cabin. Acrid smoke and the smell of burning plastics filled the air and the subtle thrum of the engines had stopped, leaving the shuttle in silence.
Somewhat dazed he got up, choking on the fumes from the damaged consoles. Price did not need to consult the computer to know that the main engines and life support were off line. He shivered; the temperature was dropping by the second. It was going to get very cold very quickly he realised, although doubtless Endeavour would either blow him out of the sky or send a security detail to arrest him long before the temperature became a serious problem.
Realising that he had no choice but to beam down to the planet and hide there, Price frowned as he quickly calculated the risks. The xenomorph monsters were gone now; the Predators had cold bloodedly exterminated them… not that he could complain about that right now… and were now on their way back to their home world.
Grabbing the shuttle's emergency survival kit he quickly checked it over… rations, medical supplies, thermal blanket, water purification tablets, tricorder, subspace radio transmitter, even a weapon… everything he needed to survive. The temperature was continuing to drop and he shivered again. Removing the blanket from the kit, he opened it out and threw it round his shoulders. Time was short, he needed to hurry. Working as quickly as his cold-numbed fingers would move, he jury rigged the remaining emergency power to the transporter system before programming in coordinates that would leave him on the edge of the jungle not far from the cave system that until recently had been inhabited by the Xenomorphs. He remembered talk of minerals in the rocks making it difficult to scan for life signs. He would be able to find a safe hiding place there and wait for rescue. Carefully he checked his work. A mistake at this point would be fatal. Satisfied that all was correct, he activated the transporter and beamed down.
Leaning over the console, Speares was already opening a com channel. "Security, get a recovery team down there to apprehend..."
"Belay that order!" Kehlan snapped, interrupting her first officer before he could complete his instructions.
Speares looked over his shoulder in surprise. "Captain?"
"The planet is a Yautja hunting preserve," Kehlan reminded him. "We cannot beam down without their permission."
"Kehlan?" Khetara's sharp voice came over the open channel from the Klingon ship. Already on its way back to Qo'noS, Ch'Tang was just close enough to be in communications range. "What in the name of Gre'thor are you doing?"
"The right thing," Kehlan snapped back. "That's what you wanted me to do, wasn't it?" Ignoring Khetara's continued demands to know what was going on, she turned her attention to her comms officer. "Lieutenant Baker, is the Yautja ship still within range?
The communications officer checked her computer before answering "Yes, Captain, they have not yet gone to warp."
Kehlan nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, hail them."
"Channel open, Captain."
"Yeyinde, the prisoner Jonathan Price has escaped and is currently at large on your planet," Kehlan informed them. "We request permission to send a team down to retrieve him."
To Kehlan's surprise the main view-screen lit up with an image of the Yautja bridge. It was unexpected to say the least. The Yautja were extremely protective of their privacy. No-one but Khetara and Kehlan had been allowed to board the ship and up until now, any communications had been voice only. George's image appeared, standing in the centre of his control room. He still wore casual armour as he had done earlier in the day and there was no sign of his mask although he had donned the heavy red cloak that denoted his rank. Something about his demeanour and the way he held himself left Kehlan under no illusions that she was speaking to anyone but the Clan Leader. Any traces of her friend, George were well hidden. This was Elder Jau'esh'enye at his most formal.
Standing by the Clan Leader's side was Kihr'yende. His posture as regal as his father's, he was every inch Yeyinde's captain. His tension was evident as he asked "Is he armed?"
With regret Kehlan remembered the guards who had been on duty as she spoke with the prisoner. Both were dead now. Price had not hesitated to kill them. "Yes," she responded grimly, "He is armed." With those words, she knew that she was sealing Price's fate. The Yautja would not hunt an unarmed individual. By the end of the day, Price would be dead, his skull a trophy on the wall of one of the Elites.
"Permission is denied." The Elder's words were laden with finality, his tone letting it be known that he would not change his mind, that there would be no negotiating. "You will not encroach on our hunting reserves."
"Understood, Yeyinde. We will comply with your wishes," Kehlan said crisply, ignoring the look of shock on her crew's faces. She knew they did not understand or agree with what she had just done. No doubt they thought she should argue with the Yautja or even ignore them, violate the newly formed treaty to bring the prisoner back for trial. But her decision was made. They could register an official protest in the ship's log if they chose, but she would not change her mind. The man known as Jonathan Price… or Jason Wood to give him his real name… had made his choice and now he would live or die by it. "Good hunting! Endeavour out."
"Captain," Speares protested, "Surely you don't mean to..."
"It is out of our hands now,"" she said, her tone cold and implacable, warning them that she would tolerate no dissent. "We are done here. Helm, lay in a course for Starbase 24, we are going home."
"Course laid in, Captain."
Kehlan let out a long satisfactory sigh. She was looking forward to getting home to the Starbase and home to her husband. It felt like far too long since she had seen him. She smiled at the thought of her mate. "Engage."
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Thank you all for the reviews. There is just one scene left to write now. If you don't like blood and gore, then I suggest you let the story end here on a reasonably happy note. As for me, I can't believe this story has come to an end. It was born in 2007 although it ended up on hold for a couple of years and what was written was torn apart and completely rewritten. I need to say a massive thank you to my friend Dan who acted as Beta reader and co conspirator for the last several chapters... and I am sorry Dan that I named a character after you only immediately kill that character! Meanwhile, I will write the final scene and then... maybe... put pen to paper to write some of the followup ideas that are teasing me with their existence...
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