Still Waters

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters related to Predator El, other unrelated human characters, and the character names of the predators Imade up, the concept of predator do not belong to me.



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



WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:



this a cross over between Predator, and Walker, Texas Ranger. I've always been a fan of Chuck Noris, though i must admit, i can't spell his name worth crap. :D when i had the idea for this story, i thought at once of working Walker into the mix. so i hope it will turn out well, and that you will like it.



The Ooman mate hunt continues...






Still Waters

Book 3



Chapter 1



Kal-esh watched the cruiser as it slowly made its way out of the hanger. M’Pa had chosen a young blood named D’Nang to pilot the ship, a young male showing much promise and skill. He’d hoped one day to be on a hunt with him, to properly gage his skill, before giving him too much praise.


The cruiser clear of the ship, Kal was given the all clear to launch. Once clear of the ship, he moved closer to the cruiser for a bit, pulling up stored information on the solar system, plotting his course to his landing site.


“Kal-esh.” It was Ver’On calling. Why couldn’t he just leave him alone?


“Here Elder,” he replied.


“Happy hunting. And bring my ship back without a scratch.”


He laughed slightly, glancing back to the stored bedding platform. “Of course Elder. Happy hunting to all of you as well.” The link clicked closed, he activated the cloak, and engaged the engines, heading to the blue world where he would find what he hoped he desired.


The area he’d chosen was just beginning its night cycle, easily he located the landing site of the old temple grounds and set down. As natural as the rocks seemed to be from the ground and air, if you didn’t know what you were looking for, you’d never know that the formations were the foundations of a greater structure. Before making his way to the near by lit city buildings, Kal strolled around the area, uncloaked, taking in the history, ancient even to him.


The rocks were severely worn by wind and rain, but one could tell that the nearly smooth sides were formed by machines the Yautja themselves had carved to begin the construction. Kal began to wonder just what had happened with the Oomans here that prevented the great building from ever being started. Just then a small cry alerted him to the presence of someone. Quickly he activated his cloak and climbed higher on the ledges, as a small Ooman boy came over the embankment. Barely over a meter tall, the boy slid down the rock face, a small cloth bag over his shoulders. His shoed feet thudded to the ground, as his body sent streams of dust descending the rock from his slide.


Kal watched with interest. Where had this small boy come from? The city was hours away, even for him. Why did he come here, and where was he going? He remembered the translation program that Ver’On had told them to do to upload to his mask. Using his tusks, he sent commands through the small touch points inside the face plate, to activate the program.


“…it has to work,” the boy was mumbling.


Then a voice echoed from the distance. “SAM!”


“Oh crap.” The boy quickly stashed his bag inside a small opening, and ran through one of the connecting service tunnels to escape.


Kal stood, and scanned the area, watching the boy run down the path, joining up with two other Oomans. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but from the boy’s actions, and those of the two older Oomans, the boy wasn’t impressed to see them, nor they for having to come look for him. The boy between them, the three walked off around a small hill, where soon lights from a land vehicle came on, and the three moved off at greater speed.


Kal shook his head. Oomans these days were far too controlling of their young. Small adventures like this were encouraged among Yautja offspring, the trust between the young and parent was strong, and the child respected the parents enough to not get into trouble. Why couldn’t Oomans be the same way? He considered investigating the bag the boy had hidden, but decided not to. Instead, he returned to the ship to ready for his hunt.






He carefully made his way down the hall of his grandfather’s house. As much as he loved to learn about his father’s heritage and people, he didn’t really like what they were doing to his mother. Something was going on, that she didn’t know about, and it was causing his mother a lot of aggravation. So much that she would send him to his grandfather’s for the week, and see him during the day at school, and then send him to his grandmother’s for the weekend, and the same things would happen there.


He stepped over the creaky floorboard and softly padded down the stairs, stopping only for a moment at the bookcase at the bottom to see his father’s picture smiling back at him. ‘I’ll be strong father,’ he promised, and pressed his kissed fingers to the image before gathering a hidden backpack from under the sofa and slipping out the door.


He carefully let the screen door of the covered porch close, as he heard the loud voices from near the garage. Friends of his grandfather’s were over to visit, working on one of the many cars they towed in. one by one they would be driven away for sale at a lot in the city. It was there that his mother met his father, or so he was told. She was shopping for a car, and he was driving in a newly repaired Toyota. He nearly ran over her, she joked to him, and would always hear his father reply, yeah, I still say you’d make a fantastic hood ornament.


He took a deep breath at the memories. His father was dead less than a year, but it still hurt like it was only a few hours ago. Quickly he grabbed his bike, and peddled off into the dark, unaware that a pair of eyes were watching him. If only the one the eyes belonged to wasn’t so drunk, he may have had the sense enough to inform the older of their group of the boy’s departure. Instead, he tossed his empty beer can with others, and reached for another.


‘Be strong Sam,’ he remembered his father telling him. ‘One day, you will be the man of the family, and you will need to be strong in mind and body. Learn from your elders, but always remember the teachings of your mother and me. Then judge with your own heart, what is best for all concerned. Not just your own personal gains. Ok?’


‘Ok,’ he’d reply. And he did what his father advised.


He learned to be observant, like his father. He learned to solve puzzles, like his mother, and he learned to think on his feet, like both his parents. He learned the history of his father’s people, and the ties they had to the nearby city. He also studied the beliefs and myths of his father’s people, many of them long dead and mostly forgotten.


It was in one of his sessions with the tribal elders, that they told him of the old story of spirit beings they referred to as Spirit Walkers; ancient yet strong creatures, who once visited the land many centuries ago. It wasn’t clear what they wanted at first, but when it became clear that they wanted the tribes to worship them, they rebelled. Many Indians died. Several tribes were wiped out in the battle, but soon the Spirit Walkers left them in peace, and never returned.


During these talks, the elder told of the many ceremonies that their ancestors were forced to learn, many still used, though changed to serve their true spirit guides today, many others were only remembered as odd, foolish, or dangerous.


It took some digging through the elder’s old scrolls and story books, written for the first time to prolong the history of their people, for him to find any indication of one particular ceremony. Once he found it, he spent hours at night studying it, finding all the things he needed to perform it, hoping against hope that this time, something he did would work, this one thing would do to help his mother.


“AAAHHH!!” He’d been lost to his own thoughts for so long, he’d not realized he’d made it to the rocky outcropping he’d chosen for his project. The sudden stop of his bike tossing him into the ravine surrounding the place, was enough to jar him back to his senses. H picked himself up, cursing himself for not paying more attention, brushed off his pants, and started to climb over the rocks.


“It’ll be ok, mom,” he mumbled, as he passed over the top. “This will work. You’ll be ok. It has to work.” He landed on the other side, and was about to make his way to the center circle, when he heard his grandfather call out.


“SAM!”


“Oh crap.” Quickly he stashed his knapsack in a small cave at the base of the cliff, and ran back down the tunnel leading to the main flat of the desert. The access he’d meant to take coming in and missed. He’d have to come back for his bike later.


Outside he saw the lights from his grandfather’s flashlights, and headed towards them, knowing there wasn’t anything substantial to bar his path, other than fist sized rocks, and small bushes. “I’m here,” he sighed, nearing the lights.


“Sam Small Feathers, What the hell are you doing out here!?”


“I couldn’t sleep granddad,” he replied, which in a way was true. “I went for a ride.”


“Where’s your bike?” the old one asked, noting the dirt over the boy’s clothes.


“I saw your lights on your truck. I fell in a ravine. It’s back there.”


“We’ll come back for it in the morning. I hope you learned your lesson. It’s dangerous out here at night. Now lets go.”


“But Grampa…” he pleaded, pointing back to his bike somewhere in the dark. He didn’t want to leave it, it was the last thing his father gave to him before he died.


“No buts! Now come.” With a heavy heart, same fell into step with the old one and his companion. On the other side of a small rise, they got into the jeep, and drove off for home. Same watched the black of the side mirrors knowing the series of rocks and caves were growing distant. He’ll have to wait until the next night. He’d have more time then, and his grand father would be asleep longer.






Kal-esh stored the last of is personal weapons in sheaths along the inside and outside of his armor, making sure he could still move with ease once they were in place. Then, taking one last look to the bedding platform, he gave a con tented sigh and left the ship, activating the cloak as the door slid closed.


It only took a couple of Ooman hours for him to reach the city, and right away he was greeted b the common sights of the nightlife there. Females on the sides of the main thoroughfares, scantly clad in tight fitting clothing, offering their bodies for the males to use. Worse yet, they took currency for it, something El had told him was called money. These females he knew he didn’t want anything to do with.


A land vehicle with its roof pulled back slowly made a turn around the corner. In it were two females, though dressed scantly themselves, refused the advances of the males on the side street, as their vehicle stopped to make another turn. These two he followed, wondering where they were going, dressed as they where. The vehicle stopped outside what looked like a storage house, and a man opened the doors to the car. The women got out, and strode inside the building, as the man took the car around the back of the building.


Kal slipped into the building from one of the upper windows, and made his way to the lower level to get a better look around. He thought he’d die. The entire place was packed with females. Tall ones, short ones, large and small ones, and all of them dressed to attract a mate. Slowly he started to rule out the ones that he found either unattractive, or had something about them that was unacceptable. There were those that were contaminated by different drugs, or used smoking grass sticks. Then there were those that had physical abnormalities that would make barring offspring either dangerous, or impossible. Then there were those that although appeared to be female when you looked at them, but were male beneath their clothing. This left only a small handful of females, but it was a start.


He focused his attention on one in particular, and followed her around for a bit. It wasn’t long before he ruled her out as well, not to mention the rest of the congregation, for in the private facility room, the female stripped off not only her own clothing, but the clothing of another female, and the two engaged in mating rituals for Oomans.


Kal shook his head. He couldn’t understand this behavior. Why would females wish to only be with their own gender? What was the attraction?


He scanned around the room at the other females, and realized that they were courting each other, flirting as El had called it. With their own gender!


Again Kal shook his head, and left the building.






He decided to check further into the city core, possibly discover a female needing him, or at least present an opportunity for him to introduce himself. Alas such would not happen.


During his search, he had a chance to observe the medical recovery teams, the law keepers, and the fire suppression crews, at their best at a number of incidents around the city. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to get involved. Several cycles before dawn, he headed back to his ship, opting to pass through one of the meat suppliers for a fresh kill.


As he made his way across the field towards the beasts, a land vehicle sped passed him, nearly hitting him. He growled as he watched the vehicle speed away towards the dwelling. The pilot of the vehicle threw something towards the house. Before the object landed on the wooden deck, the vehicle turned, and headed down the dirt lane way towards the main road. As the vehicle turned away, several smaller vehicles came up out of the hollows and chased after the larger one.


‘This could be interesting,’ he thought. ‘Bad bloods are often a fun hunt.’ Abandoning his impending dinner plans, he sprinted off over the field, tracking the vehicles as they disappeared behind a small ground rise. As Kal reached the edge of the road ahead of the vehicles, he watched as the lights of all of them, swerved all over the laneway, with the riders of the smaller vehicles shouting and mocking the pilot of the larger vehicle. The larger one took a hard turn to its left, knocking three of the smaller ones off the lane, where they stopped in the trench beside the lane. The remaining two smaller ones, turned back to help their friends, and the larger vehicle sped away.


Kal scented the air as the vehicle passed. The pilot reeked of fear, more panic really. He snapped his head around to follow the vehicle as another scent came to him.


The pilot…was female!!