Chronicle of the Guardian: Precursor

By THE Xenomorph

I own only the character of Vile, Catlina Flores, the Hybrids and the Scions

Star Trek Voyager is © Paramount

Aliens vs Predator is © Fox

Prophecy and Vision Part IV

Three hours later I awoke to my sleeping tank draining due to a security alert. I sprang awake and nearly leaped out of the tank. I went to put on my com-glove, but found it wasn't anywhere around. It then occurred to me that I probably left it back in Sickbay after my latest blackout. I grumbled and was about to put on one of other com bandoliers when Janeway's voice came over the coms.

"Vile, get to the transporter room, a group of klingons are trying to take the ship from there."

I growled silently to myself as I stormed into the hallway and right into Tuvok's security team.

"Lead the way boss." I snorted, my anger probably quite obvious, though I noticed his eyebrow arch when I called him "boss".

"It is good to see you are still on board." Tuvok nodded as he led on.

"What, they been taking us off the ship?"

"Twenty seven of the crew have been transported to the surface of the planet we are now orbiting." Tuvok said.

"Lovely." I growled as we came to the transporter room door.

Tuvok opened the door with a command and we all entered in time to see a group of klingons transported out, Tuvok fired on the remaining one at the transporter controls and sent him reeling. I'd learned by now that he was going to have a hell of a headache when he woke up. What didn't escape my notice though was that the klingon second in command was in the transported group.

"Son of a bitch." I growled.

"That was T'greth if I am not mistaken." Tuvok confirmed for me.

"Yeah." I sighed. "I really need to start paying closer attention to those itchy feelings."

"While intuition is valuable, I would not advise listening to it to often." Tuvok advised.

"Bridge to Tuvok." Janeway's voice came over the coms. "The situation is secure, bring our people back."

"Acknowledged." Tuvok said as he went to the transporter controls.

"Vile, go check on B'elanna please." Janeway's voice was edged with annoyance.

"Right." I grumbled as I left and made my way to engineering, where I found everyone checking on B'elanna.

"Back to work already!" I heard her snap loudly and saw her point to various people. "You all get back to work, I'm fine."

"Don't be too mad B'elanna." I snickered, "People get concerned when their cranky pregnant boss has just been transported to and from an unexplored world."

"Oh quiet you." B'elanna sighed. "What the hell happened?"

"The non-believers got control from what I can tell." I snorted. "They're gonna be so red in the face when they wake up. Well, if I let them."

"Like the Captain would let you." She laughed.

"Yeah, I know..." I sighed. "Seriously though, you sure you're fine?"

"Yeah, and you?" She asked.

"I had a backseat to this event." I snickered. "Though I will likely punch that T'greth guy given a chance."

"I meant with Ensign Flores." B'elanna smiled.

"Really?" I arched my eyebrow and shook my head. "Why does everyone have to ask?"

"I don't know about the others, but I ask because I think you're good for each other." She put her hand on my shoulder. "And I don't want friends of mine being lonely and miserable because they screwed up when they should have asked for advice."

I rolled my eyes. "We're moving slowly, but surely." I sighed.

"Ok, just remember I'm here for advice if you need it."

"Remind me, aren't you the same Chief Engineer who failed to identify shit with a tricorder?" I snickered.

"All right who told you that?" Her face turned bright red.

"Your husband." I laughed full on, half of engineering turned to look at us.

"He's a dead man." B'elanna seemed to stare at the door as if trying to command him to appear.

"Oh relax B'elanna." I lightened my laughter. "You're a space brat like me, I'd have done the same thing."

"You too huh?" She was still staring at the door.

"Yeah, mom and dead kept the four of us moving..." I sighed.

"Four?" She asked.

"Sister." I said quietly.

"She must have been your best friend." B'elanna smiled.

"Twins rarely aren't." I smiled. "'Course now she's my worst enemy."

"Ouch." B'elanna didn't even have to ask, she was smart enough to know what I meant. "That... sucks."

"Anyway, I'm gonna go find Harry and see if we can't get our team to have a little meeting with a klingon or two." I sighed, "Got some new stuff to plan for."

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Two hours later I was speaking with Kholar alone in my quarters.

"This room is barren. No trophies, no clan markings..." He grumbled.

"No trophies yet that I could display..." I smiled. "...And if you saw my clan markings you'd probably start screaming and calling me a devil."

He cast a nervous glance at me. "Why did you ask me here?"

"I need klingon insights and combat tactics." I said. "The kind that come from actual experience, not recorded by a computer."

"I see." He sighed. "Well I owe Voyager and her crew a lot, what insights I can provide are yours."

"I don't need yours." I said flatly. "Officer Ch'rega, she fought me and lived, I need her insights."

"Why does the fight with you matter?" He asked, "You may appear as one of these monsters, but I sense the honor in you, you are not a beast."

"There are others like myself." I said, my eyes locked to his. "I need a warrior's insights on how to get past their defenses."

"I will see if she is willing, but insights form that one fight will not help." Kholar said.

I handed him a pad. "That's why I presented this request to Janeway and now you."

"You wish to recruit Ch'rega?" His surprise was obvious. "I thought you hated her."

"I don't like her approach to finding a mate, it set off some repressed memories, but I will always respect a warrior who can get into a fight with me and live."

"I will have to ask her as well." Kholar sighed. "This is a great request you ask of us. Not just a great officer, but one of our women."

"She'll need to study Federation rules..." I rolled my eyes. "...Before Janeway will let her do anything other than train with my team, but she'll have a field commission and the respect due a warrior of her stature."

Kholar laughed. "I love the fact that one of the Federation's own despises their rules."

"I'm not Federation, haven't been for longer than I like to remember." I leaned back into the couch I used as a chair. "I run by a code of honor long though lost the universe." I brushed the hair over my forehead aside and let him catch the smallest glimpse of the scar on mt forehead.

His face became like a rock. "We have seen symbols like that before; we avoid them."

"Smart man." I smiled. "Don't seek them out, don't challenge them."

"What will they do if we ignore your warning?" He asked.

"Remove your new home from existence." I smiled darkly.

He nodded and got up to leave, but turned to me before he left. "I know you are not a beast, but had best be careful no to revel in the darkness in which you live or your death will be pointless."

"All death is pointless." I sneered. "Trust me, I've been there."

After he left, I sat with a bitter taste of an unknown defeat in my mouth. I sat for along for an hour, letting my mind slip into a dark fuzz I knew to be depression. Thankfully a reprieve came when my door chimed.

"Come in." I grumbled.

"You all right?" Lina asked as she cautiously stuck her head in first.

"Yeah." I sighed, "Fighting off the urge to rip apart my room though." She laughed and that got me to smile.

She stepped all the way in and sat next to me, she even rested against my chest. The feeling of the closeness almost sent my head spinning, but it was definitely the type of distraction I needed.

"The Doctor's cleared Lydia for work." She sighed. "Finally."

"Oh good." I let the mischievous snicker play out over the words. "Fun time."

I then began to gently dance my fingers through her hair. She felt soft then, not the usual Federation officer I was used to seeing, it reminded me of the time we spent on the beach. We both sighed and even laughed at the fact we did it in unison.

"So how's work treating you?" She asked.

"Well, when I get back to training I gotta make a whole new program." I explained. "Turns out Leto's trying to make a race of 'us'."

"Scary." Lina shuddered. "How?"

"Besides using the eggs that the Queen he killed left behind; I have no idea." I shrugged. "And there were only maybe fifty eggs I could see."

"See?" She blinked.

"He's telepathic now, or at least partially. I think he found the black and changed himself further." I said as I stood up and went to my replicator. "You want anything?"

"Something to go with the explanation." She sighed.

"Scotch on the rocks it is." I had the machine make it and grabbed my own distilled thermos from a hidden location.

Lina stared at it for a second before smiling. "Of course you do."

"Hey, we all have our vices and desires. Mine happen to be the same." I smiled.

"So simple minded." She laughed as I handed her the fake scotch.

"Har-har." I snorted and poured my own glass. "How are you doing today, I'm sure the klingon uprising must have been huge for you."

"It was interesting, that's for sure." She sighed. "Still, it's nice we found them a place."

"Yeah, how'd you feel about one or two staying behind?" I asked.

"Recruits for your team?" She smiled, "As long as you all don't try to kill each other over dominance, I'm fine with it."

"Might only be the officer that kept chasing Harry, but yeah." I snorted and my door chimed again. "This can only be bad news I sighed as I walked over.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because the best news of the day is sitting on my couch." I smiled at her, no sly grin, no smirk, a genuine smile. She blushed.

Then I opened my door and saw the same klingon idiot who had been hounding me. "REALLY?"

"I will not be dishonored so easily!" He shouted.

"Fine, B'ahet qual!" I shouted back at him.

He looked confused for a moment and even tried to sound out the words. "B'aht Qul?"

"Yeah that." I snapped.

"Very well, where is a table?" He asked.

"Mess hall, one hour." I said as I closed my door on him and turned to Lina.

"Oh boy." She smiled. "He's gonna hate himself in the morning."

"What is this Bat cool anyway?" I asked.

"Let me show you..." She sighed. "At least this is how the holodeck programs explain it..."