A Predator Halloween

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator or StarGate SG1.


Just to let you know, if you would like to know the rough translations of the Yautja language that i have used in the last chapter, and may use in future chapters, please refer to http://www.thehunted.tk/. thank you.




Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



See Full Disclosure in chapter 1 of this story.



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A Predator Halloween



Chapter 8



The ground was hard, despite the disturbed soil being dug up. She remembered the dark skinned man, Teal’c, yes that was his name. He’d grabbed a hold of her to jump when the deck neared the ground. But the snarl from her friend over her shoulder proved he was pissed. He grabbed her so tight, it knocked the wind out of her, and by the time the reached the ground, she had blacked out for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she started coughing, trying desperately to take air in through her mouth, spiting out the mouth full of dirt at the same time. She had a scratch on her right cheek, and her right shoulder hurt like hell. “Don’t anybody move them!” she heard someone say. “Stabilize them, note any injuries. Cornel, how many were on the deck?”


It was an older man, barking out orders like he had a platoon of men around him. And when he said Cornel, it only made it more real. These were all military people. ‘No,’ she cringed, as she tried to crawl to a nearby tree. ‘They won’t get me again!’ She looked up as someone screamed bloody blue murder, and flew over her head, like he were tossed like a rag doll.


“Major!”


“Here General! Fully loaded!”


In the light she saw them coming. Backs straight, legs bent for the prowl, arms held out, the black metal held in their hands. The older male was closest to her, and he turned to her, pointing the gun right at her head. She saw the glean of the light of the rim of the barrel. She couldn’t take her eyes off it, and the longer she stared at it, the more she could see the bullet inside the chamber. “No” she heard a voice say. “She’ll go to the C.O. We can’t let that happen. Kill the bitch.”


“NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”





They had hit the ground hard, rolling over the mounds of piled soil. He’d lost his grip on the female. How could he do that? He was the only why she’d survive the fall! The two hunters landed in a pool of muddy water, and their cloaks went down. Once on their feet and clear of the water, they activated them again. Only the young blood vanished. D’Gon was still visible. He looked over his gauntlet, the screen on one part was shattered, a nail protruding from the hinge where it connected to the rest of his wrist armour. The one weak point it had, and through dumb luck, a ooman piece of trash destroyed it. His cloak was down, and with it, his ability to avoid being seen or shot at and wounded.


He heard the voices as the oomans started to assess their damages. He looked at his other hand, as the scent of blood reached his nose. His right hand had blood on it yes, but it wasn’t his. It was ooman. His female was hurt. He had to find her.


“D’Gon, they brought weapons!” the young blood whispered.


“Find the female. I’ll deal with them.” They didn’t have time to search, as the night air was pierced with a blood curdling scream. Without even thinking, he’d run forward.


He knew that sound. The sound oomans made when they knew their death was coming, and they were helpless to stop it. He’d enduced many like it, before the Askard banned them from hunting the soft meats. Only this time, rather than the scream elating him, as he would snuff out the life of his prey, it filled him with a dread and anger so deep, he thought he’d go mad, when he saw what was before him.


Two males, the Goa’uld guard and an older ooman, rather round at the girth, were struggling with his female. Then the Female who dwelled in the house came forward, tryig to get his female to look at her. Then one of the Goa’uld came forward.


They were preparing her to receive the parasite! NO! This would not be!!! He roared, a roar so loud it shattered the lower windows of the house. The rounder man turned his weapon to D’Gon, shouting out. D’Gon triggered his shoulder cannon, only realizing he didn’t have it. It was forbidden to hunt here. But he could defend, and he could hunt small game for food, and for that he needed some type of weapons. He flexed both his wrists, and two sets of wrist blades shot out, a full four feet from the end of his hands. He drew back one hand, and laid the other in front of him, hissing maliciously at the group around his female.


The armed male, and the female, both raised their weapons. If they wanted a fight, he would surely give them one, one that would cost them dearly. Suddenly the female fell back, her weapon knocked from her hands. The round male was also thrown back, landing head first into a group of people behind the stacked bricks. The other Goa’uld shouted out, its voice giving way to the beast that hid within the head of the ooman. But the call was too late. The Goa’uld turned back, only to have the top of his head sliced off.


His female was still crying. She was terrified. He quickly scanned her, there were no Goa’uld parasites, but her right shoulder was badly dislocated. Instantly he grabbed her around her waist, hoisted her over his shoulder, and ran off into the neighbouring yards. More of the gathered guests appeared, taking aim with their weapons, but not knowing where the female was, they didn’t dare fire. Satisfied that the blooded warrior got away with his prize, the young blood slowly made his way from the gathering, scanning the trees from the road edge, to see where his mentor was hiding.





Jacob pulled the sheet over the heat of the young man. He then turned to Teal’c. “Where?” he asked.


“The symbiote survived, barely, and is recuperating within another host," Teal'c explained, as he led Jacob into the house.


“Thank god. To’ma was young, but it was Ler’tez that had the information that you needed.”


“Did To’ma not know it as well?”


“The were only recently blended, it was an emergency. They didn’t get a chance to familiarize themselves with each other.”


“Strange.”


“It’s what To’Ma told me. Ler’tez was holding back information. Said he didn’t want a repeat of the last time. I’m not even sure what that meant. He wouldn’t tell me, or Selmac what was going on. We’d only just arrived as everyone else did, and were briefing Hammond downstairs.”


“I see.”


“Sorry we had to use you as a guard on the door. We had to be sure no civilians walked in.”


“It is quite alright.” The pair looked up as Sam left the officers at the door, and joined her father.


“You ok Sam?” Jacob asked.


“Yeah. Kevin has the symbiote.”


“Kevin?”


“He was the first to get to To’ma when he fell. He saw the symbiote. The rest…well.”


“I understand. How’s he doing?”


“Bit of a headache, he says, but I know there’s more.”


“Once the police and fire crews are gone, we’ll talk.”


“The neighbours saw the crash, and the costumed muscle guys. Said one of them took off into the trees with Tya.”


“There was more than one?” Carter nodded. “Then this is a problem.”


“Hammond notified the base of possible alien intruders, with the description of what he saw. Told them to dial the gate to the Askard and see what is going on. Maybe they know something. In the meantime, the cops are going to canvas the neighbourhood in the direction where the guy went, see if they can pick up their trail.”


“Miss Carter!” The group turned as a dark haired woman pushed her way passed the cops. “I’m Julie Reese. Tya’s mother. What the hell is going on!?”


“There was an accident outside. We’re not sure of all the details, but in the aftermath, some guy grabbed Tya and ran off.”


“Some GUY?!”


“He was dressed in an alien’s costume. Very well made, custom designed I’m sure.”


“I heard one of your guests say they had a gun, is that true?”


“Yes ma’am, a number of guests were attacked. We went to defend them.”


“Did anyone point a gun at Tya?”


“I don’t know. Why?”


“She has a deathly fear of guns. She freaks out, thinks she’s gona die or something. She went through a couple years of withdrawal, and then some therapy before we found out what was wrong. If anyone has pointed a gun at her, she’ll freak out.” And the woman was guided away by another police officer, who asked for a recent photo of Tya.


“That would explain her screaming,” Carter said, turning back to the group.


“You think?” Jacob asked.


“Had to be. Hammond was the first one to spot her, he’d had his gun at the ready. Then she screamed, and just wouldn’t stop.”


“I believe she may also be wounded. Her face was bleeding when I saw her.”


“Did Hammond get a good look at the guy?” Jacob asked.


“Yeah, better than I did. I had the glare of the neighbour’s porch light in my face from my vantage point.”


“Then he’s the key. Salmac wants to talk to him.”


“As soon as he’s done with the cops.”


Carter turned as Kevin put his arm around her shoulders, but when he spoke, it was not his voice. “It was as I feared.”


“Ler’tez, what the hell is going on?”


“When we first arrived, I scanned the area around the city. I knew that the stolen ZPM was somewhere near by. But as I scanned in greater detail, I noticed something. A faint power fluctuation in a remote wooded area, just outside the city.”


“Seven Falls. You asked me about that area today.”


“Yes. The ZPM was of greater urgency, which is why I did not mention it, till its recovery earlier today. I was trying to inform General Hammond downstairs, but your music began to play, and the beat of it hurt To’ma’s ears. He refused to stay down there much longer. That is why we decided to wait. But we can’t any longer. The girl is the key.”


“The key to what?”


“Did you not notice her tattoo?”


“Well yeah, but it’s just a tattoo.” Carter stated.


“Not so,” Daniel interrupted, thrusting his papers before them. “I knew I’d seen it somewhere. And here it is. In the language of the ancients, flanked by the Askard. A string of symbols, one of which is Tya’s tattoo. It was in the holograms that I recorded from the first planet the gate was dialled to, before I was broght on board and dialled Abidose.”


“What is it?” Carter asked.


“A marker,” stated Ler’tez.


“Yeah, but what kind?" Daniel asked. "I’ve yet to figure out what all these other symbols around it mean.”


“Ler’tez is right,” Jacob spoke up, but it was also not his voice.


“Salmac?”


“I am sorry. I too recognized the odd mark, but could not remember where. Now that I see Daniel’s pictures, I remember. I will tell you, but not here. This area is not secure.”


“Well let’s get to a more secure location then.” The group split up, contacting their key people, and headed outside.





“They are called the Yautja,” Salmac stated to the group in the SUV as they secured the doors around them. They could not leave a crime scene, but the SUV that Daniel had parked on the street was secure enough to talk in. “They are a hunter race. For centuries, they visited Earth. Vastly powerful. Physically stronger than any Goa’uld. The Goa’uld are their hated enemy. Once the Goa’uld invaded earth, the Yautja monitored the area, and only returned when the Goa’uld were not here. They hunted human’s for sport. They are brutal, and their attacks are always deadly, but the are governed by a strict code of ethics. Their technology in some ways out powers the Goa’uld. Though if it came to a shoot out in space, it would be a stalemate. The Yautja are the only race that self destructs if their hunt fails, if they become infested with Goa’uld, or any other failure that would bring their clan dishonour. They have a wrist mounted explosive. Hundreds of times smaller than a naquida bomb, yet three times more powerful than an eighty megaton blast.”


“Oh my god, they could take out the whole city.”


“That’s the point. It is a last resort weapon. Occasionally used. A couple times here on earth.”


“So how does Tya fit into all this?” Daniel asked, and with that, Kevin bowed his head.
“Oh, man this is weird.”


“Just take it easy Kevin. The symbiote needs you to be strong for it right now.”


“I know, he told me. But Tya, yeah, I looked into her background. About 8 years ago, Tya Reese was a Troop leader for a local Girl Scout group. She was leading four girls, around ages 6 and 8, through the woods near Seven Falls. The girls ran out of the trail back to camp, at Tya’s urging. But she never came out behind them. Eight days later, she walks out of the woods, in a total daze, completely naked, with only that black tattoo on her left arm. She claimed that four military cadets had knocked her out, dragged her off, rapped and tried to kill her. Said that someone saved her, but she couldn’t remember much after that.”


“I remember something about that,” Hammond said. “I had a report of four cadets going missing from a training trip to Seven Falls, about the same time. I sent a whole platoon of officers to help in the search. They found them. Or rather what was left of them. They were in a thicket, about three miles from their camp. All four had been brutally beaten and decapitated. Their heads were never found.”


“Well the military took over the investigation with the girl, believing the two were connected. But according to the doctors that examined her, she didn’t have a scratch on her. Not so much as a bruise. They did a rape exam, and nothing. They even monitored her. But nothing came of it.”


“She didn’t report being pregnant?” Daniel asked.


“Nope.”


“Ok,” Sam stated, thinking in her mind. “If they use to hunt here, maybe Tya stumbled onto something with the boys. Maybe she saw something, that at – god how old would she have been?”


“File said 14 years old. What? You think she saw something that she blanked out?”


“You never know. Let’s look at what we have. A 14 year old girl with an alien tattoo, 4 dead cadets, eight years later, the same girl and one, possibly 2 aliens running around with her, and the only thing that is connecting them is Seven Falls camp ground.”


“We need more information,” Teal’c stated.


“We need to get to Seven Falls,” Daniel concluded.





It was nearing the heart of the ooman’s night cycle, when he finally stopped looking arund. If the oomans didn’t find them now, they never would. The young blood stepped down into the cavern beneath the road. They were safe there, for now. “How is she?” he asked, noticing the girl had finally stopped shaking.


“She’s unconscious. I gave her some pain medication.”


“Isn’t that dangerous to oomans?”


“It is, in large doses. I barely gave her three drops. Here, hold her I have to reset her shoulder.” The young blood didn’t even know she was wounded that way, but gently held the female around her chest, as D’Gon, swiftly pulled on her arm. They heard a popping sound, and D’Gon could see the bone reset back into place. He took his knife, and cut a long strip off the end of the gold cloth near her feet, and tied it around her arm and body, keeping it immobile, to heal better. He grunted his thanks to the young blood and took her back, checking her vitals.


The young blood then snapped his head around, as a soft buzz came from his gauntlet. He raised it, pressing a few buttons, and the hologram of the elder came to view. “Elder Raz’Bett.” The young blood bowed his head in greeting in greeting.


“I am awaiting your report. Have you been in contact with D’Gon?”


“Better than that. He is here with me. He has the female with him. But she’s been injured.”


“How badly?”


“Minor. We’ve already begun treatment.”


“How soon till your return?”


“Not long Elder. We’re about 18 metrics from landing site.”


“I figured you’d not received my message. We’ve left the landing site. We’ve detected a massive power surge deep inside one of the mountains near here. There is a complex of warriors inside. It appears the oomans are playing with the Goa’uld technology. They’re using the ring travel device.”


“Are they insane?”


“I never said the oomans were all that smart, just a challenge. I have your position. You’re near the waterfall. Go there. We will hover over the basin. Leap to the ship, and we’ll be gone.”


“As you order elder.” And the hologram faded. “Can you travel with her?”


“Yes,” D’Gon answered, threading his arm around her back, the other beneath her knees. “She is surprisingly light. I cannot cloak. My gauntlet was damaged. You will have to scout ahead of me.”


“I will.” And the pair moved off. The young blood disappeared as he immerged from the tunnel, clicking the all clear, and D’Gon followed, his treasure in his arms.





The tiny campground came strangely to life that night. It had been closed for the season, prepared for the snow, when a huge Hummer, in military colors, crashed through the gates, followed by several troop transports, and other ground vehicles. Shortly after they stopped, a helicopter could be heard overhead, as it landed in the middle of the open field, where the vehicles had all stopped, using their headlights to illuminate a circle where the helicopter could land. Within minutes, a larger vehicle pulled up, and opened its rear doors, exposing the mobile command center, complete with topographical maps of the seven falls area. “What have we got?” Hammond asked, as Carter, Kevin and Jacob compared notes over the map.


Kevin’s symbiote was the first to speak. “Kevin’s police report indicated the girl’s camp site, here,” he pointed to an area of the map, just off the end of the field where they currently were setting up their camp.


“And from your report sir,” Carter continued, “the Cadets’ camp was here, approximately 500 yards north east.”


“My readings of the energy charge,” Ler’tez continued, “was here.” and he pointed to an area of the map, deep in the woods of Seven Falls. “Nearly 12 miles of hiking though the brush.”


“And the area where the cadets’ bodies were found was here.” Hammond pointed to an area near where the waterfall was, three miles from the camps, no where near the energy signature site.


“A group of hunters can range from three, to thirty, depending on the size of the ship. From my readings, the ship is cloaked, possibly to avoid being detected. Such a power emission is difficult to hide. Normally not noticed by humans. You lack the equipment to detect it.”


“Ler’tez, that’s enough,” warned Salmac. “Just give us your best guess.”


“The ship could carry at least 15 hunters. They could be anywhere. Their cloaking technology is not limited to their ships. They can even cloak themselves.”


“You said something about ‘last time’ through To’ma, what did you mean by that?” asked Carter.


Kevin shifted slightly on his feet. Then nodded. A signal Jacob knew well as he too would respond that way to internal conversations with Selmac. “One of my previous hosts, several generations ago, had also come in contact with a Yautja. It was a fierce battle to escape. Though we did, the injuries suffered by my host were fatal, and she died.”


“I thought you said they had a strict code of honour. Wasn’t there something that would prevent them from harming women?” Carter asked.


“There is,” Ler’tez answered, “from what we’ve observed on other occasions. But the hunter that we came in contact with wasn’t following their rules of engagement. The hunter had become the hunted.”


“How bad were the injuries?”


“Sam,” Jacob spoke up, normally. “What Ler’tez is trying to say, is that the injuries sustained by his host, were not from battle.” Carter looked to Kevin, as the reflection of grief and terror came to his face, and something else. “The hunter raped his host. Then tried to kill her. The injuries were from the brutality of the hunter. They are not a gentle species.”


“My god. How does Selmac know?”


“Because Selmac’s host, at that time, was the father to Ler’tez’s host, and he found her at the gate when she came through. They tried everything Sam. They couldn’t save her.”


Sam pulled her coat tighter around her, trying to fight off the strange chill that ran through her. She then turned back to the map. “So how do we find them?”


“They have the girl,” Ler’tez continued. “We look for her. She’ll undoubtedly be afraid. She’d been marked in the past, but I doubt she truly knows what is going on.”


“Ok, so how do we find her?”


“We listen for her screams as we work our way through the woods. If the hunters are there, they will be watching us. Once they figure out we’ve come for the girl, they will have no choice but to let her go.”


Just then Kevin bowed his head, then looked up. “Sorry, Ler’tez is a bit upset. But he has a point. We’ve got her mother on our side. If they have any sense of skill in the hunt, they won’t come between a mother and her young.”


“There’s also another saying in the animal kingdom, Kevin,” Hammond offered. “You want to piss off a male, get between him and his mate.” They all then looked to Daniel.


“What?”