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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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My apologies, I just realised that chapter 87 got missed out when posting the story, so if it didnt quite make sense, this is why. I have now added in the missing chapter in its correct place. I will also, bit by bit be going back over some of the earlier chapters to correct some mistakes and add in small scenes that make the story flow better.
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From his vantage point in the treetops, Jau’esh’enye fired another plasma bolt. He’d set the power controls on his shoulder cannon to a very low level, just powerful enough to look good and scare the human. As the bolt found its mark, he jumped down to ground level and moved forward, until he was standing at the edge of the river.

Meanwhile, Kihr’yende had fired a bolt from his position, missing Price’s feet by less than an inch. There was nowhere for the panicking Ooman to go but into the water. The creature in the river surfaced again, moving towards Price. He froze, caught between the danger in the water and the danger on shore. Another bolt made the decision for him and he backed further into the water. It was not as deep or fast flowing as he thought. The creature came closer still and he frantically tried to splash away from it, but to his surprise all it did was nuzzle at him as though curious, making no attempt to attack.

As Price scrambled up the bank on the far side of the river, the Elder decided it was time to show himself. Decloaking and taking an aggressive stance, he let out a roar. Both the sight and sound were terrifying to Price. He tripped and fell, landing on his back, knocking the wind out of him and causing some of the contents of his back pack to spill out on the rocky ground. Gasping for breath, he sat up and as he did so, caught sight of his phaser lying in the dirt. In his panic, he had forgotten about it but the fall had inadvertently done him a favour and brought it back to his attention. Carefully he looked from the weapon to the Predator, seeing an opportunity to hit back. His adversary was standing upstream of him, on a high ledge that had been undercut by the flowing water. It was maybe twelve to fifteen feet high, Price estimated and there were jagged rocks all along that part of the river bank.

Rolling over, he grabbed the phaser and opened fire at the rocky ledge. The shot did exactly what Price wanted it to. With the supporting rocks cut away, the bank suddenly crumbled under the Elder’s feet. Caught by surprise, the old Predator lost his balance and started to fall backwards towards the water.

“Cjit! Paukde Ooman!” Kihr’yende swore. Diving forward and grabbing his father, he yanked him back onto steadier ground.

Jau’esh’enye bowed his head in gratitude. "You saved me." The fall might not have killed him, but the rocks would have caused a nasty injury that would have brought his hunt to an abrupt end.

His son let out a trill of laughter. "I am too young to be called Elder."

On the opposite bank, Price cursed at the failure of his attempt to even the odds. The fact that they were laughing together somehow scared him more than ever. They were acting like this was just a fun day out; His life was just a game to them. Nevertheless, this was his opportunity to attempt to evade them. Their attention seemed to be on each other and it would them a few minutes to get across the river. Turning, he started to run again, heading into the jungle. Looking over his shoulder, he saw them fade into invisibility. Pointing the phaser at where he thought they were standing, he fired again before running for his life.

Taking to the treetops again, the two predators easily crossed the river, jumping to a huge, old tree that thanks to a long ago mudslide was growing at a shallow angle out over the water. Moving through the branches, they were able to travel much faster than Price and were easily able to catch up with him. Circling around and overtaking Price, Kihr’yende dropped down to a much lower branch that was only a little above head height and took up a position ahead of him and a little to one side, cutting off his escape. Waiting until the Ooman was only a few feet away from him, he decloaked again and letting out a rumbling growl, he activated his wrist blades in a deliberately menacing gesture.

Price skidded to a halt in absolute horror. Slowly he backed away and turned to flee, running off at a tangent only to find the older of the two Predator standing in front of him, his own wrist blades extended in readiness. Panting for breath, he started to run in yet another direction, only to find that somehow, Kihr’yende had got there first. Surely, he thought bitterly, it was unnatural for something so big to be able to move so fast! In a complete panic now he sobbed with despair, knowing that he was outmatched and that escape was impossible.

Backing off again, Price reached for his phaser, only to realise it was missing. He cursed. It must have been dropped somewhere during his panicked run. He had nothing left with which to defend himself. All he could do was keep running but no matter where he turned, a Predator seemed to be already there waiting for him. Eventually he fell to the ground in exhaustion and terror. Panting for breath, he waited for his tormentors to decloak again, but there was nothing. Had he finally evaded them? Had they finally got bored and decided to leave him alone? Whatever the reason he was glad of the moment of respite. Slowly he got to his feet and looked around. All seemed calm but he knew it would not last.

“I will take your skull and your spine,” The deep, growling voice, coming out of nowhere, was chilling, striking terror into the heart of the cowering human. ”Show courage and I will make it quick. Act like the coward I know you are, whimpering like a mewling new-born and I will cut it out of you with slow precision and you will feel every turn of my blade.”

Price let out a frightened squeak, jumping back as something clattered to the ground at his feet. Slipping and falling, he found himself lying on the ground, his lost phaser right in front of him.

The Elder decloaked, and to Price’s horror, the Predator was standing right over him. “Get up, coward,” he growled. “Take your weapon and run. I am not yet tired of this game.”

“You can’t kill me,” Price said shakily, looking up at the huge predator towering above him. “There is a treaty in place. You’re not allowed to hunt us any more.”

“Indeed,” the old Hunter agreed. “We may not hunt in your sovereign territories. But you forget something, Bad-Blood… you are in Yautja space now and hence you are subject to our justice.”

Price shook his head, desperately, “Starfleet will…”

There was no mercy in the Predator’s gaze as he looked down at the snivelling, terrified Ooman. “Your Starfleet rules states that you are subject to any penalties determined by the local government. So decide, Ooman. You can run and postpone your end or you can die right now.”

Kihr’yende decloaked on Price’s other side. “You always said we should not play with our food,” he growled to his father, “I vote that you just kill him and be done with it.”

Caught between the two, Price cowered away from them as the stench of urine filled the air, mixing with the intoxicating scent of his fear.

Disgusted by the Ooman’s cowardice, the Elder raised his blades, intending to strike. He stopped, lowering his arm again and stepped back, sheathing his blades. With the alliance between the Federation and the Yautja, this Bad Blood was likely to be the last Ooman to ever be hunted by his kind. He himself did not need the trophy. He had nothing to prove; he already had several much more worthy Ooman trophies in his collection. “The kill is yours,” he told his son. “I can only apologise that your only Ooman trophy is such a pitiful one.”

Kihr’yende glanced at his father in surprise. He had not expected that. “You are certain, Honoured One?”

The Elder gave a sharp nod. “Sei-i. You may consider the kill my gift to you.”

With some effort Price rolled over onto his front and lifted himself onto his knees. He reached for the phaser. With the weapon in his hand he seemed to regain a tiny amount of courage. Coming to his feet, and stepping back to give himself room, he squeezed the trigger, opening fire on the Predator at point blank range.

Kihr’yende was far too quick for him. Even as the phaser beam lanced out, he danced sideways and the beam just missed him. He fired his plasma cannon in response. Unlike Price, his aim was accurate and he shot the phaser right out of the Ooman’s hand.

Price screamed with pain but not ready to give up, he reached with his other hand for the survival knife which had just become the only weapon available to him. He lunged frantically at Kihr’yende. Unimpressed, the Predator did not bother to unsheathe a weapon; he did not need one. His claws would be more than enough to despatch the prey. Besides, honour demanded that any force used be in proportion to the threat posed by the prey. He stepped back, encouraging the prey to come to him. Price lunged again, swinging the blade wildly. He was a trained assassin and did know how to use a knife, but he had always preferred to kill from a distance. Hand to hand combat had never been his style and right now he was too frightened to remember his training.

“You are pitiful prey,” Kihr’yende taunted the Ooman, easily avoiding Price’s clumsy attack. “Your skull is barely worthy of being my trophy."

Barely moving, he struck, his claws raking across Prices chest, opening him up from shoulder to groin. With a choked cry of agony, Price’s hands clutched at his abdomen. Had those deadly talons cut even a little deeper, he would have been completely disembowelled. As it was, he had killed enough people in his time to know that if he didn’t treat the wounds quickly they would prove fatal.. Helpless anger flooded through him as he realised that the precious, life saving first aid kit was in his backpack on the other side of the clearing. With the Predator in between it and him, it might as well be a thousand miles away!

A second, equally effortless blow sent him flying half way across the clearing where he landed in a crumpled heap. Barely conscious, Price was vaguely aware of his tormentor taking a few steps to stand over him. His vision hazy, he looked up. The mandibled face was hard to read but somehow Price knew it was smiling. He was dying and this creature was smiling. The unfairness of it all was overwhelming and he whimpered in misery. Through waves of pain, he faintly heard the Predator speak.

“You have finally shown some courage. Maybe you are not quite as unworthy as I thought. You will not feel my blade cutting out your spine. Instead I will reward you with a quick death.”

No longer able to move, the mortally wounded human could only whimper and grovel as his death approached. “P.. P… Please.. he begged, “Mercy…”

The last thing he felt was something stroking the back of his neck. The touch was warm and gentle, almost caressing as it traced the length of his back, soothing away and easing the pain that only a moment ago had been unbearable. Then the Predator struck. Claws dug into his flesh, sinking effortlessly through skin, muscle and bone.

In the final seconds of his life, the thought came to him. This was why that half Klingon bitch had not followed him, why Endeavour had not opened fire but instead forced him into a position where beaming down was his only option. Had he ignored her taunts he would be safe now, on his way back to Earth to stand trial, followed by a few months in prison. Instead, he had played into her hands. It was a bitter realisation.

Blinding pain gave way to dark nothingness. Blood sprayed everywhere as Kihr’yende ripped out his spine and skull in one smooth gesture.

Holding the trophy above his head, the Predator let out a roar of triumph.

Finis
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A big thank you to everyone who read this story and an even bigger thank you to those who took the time to review. I hope you enjoyed the journey. Its been almost ten years since I started writing this story, I can't believe its finally finished. Now I can start work on the follow up stories that have been buzzing around in my head for some time now....
A special thank you goes out to my good friend Dan who took over as Beta reader and co-conspirator and whose words "Oooooh, I've had an idea" will forever strike terror into my heart.
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