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K my first story has been kicking around in my head for far to long so I'm going to finally print it out and see where it goes. Enjoy

The room was filled with smoke, alarms were blaring in the background. machines were on fire all around them and flaming oil was beginning to creep towards the fuel storage pits. Gandrand ran towards the door, feeling his way along the wall. He and his group had successfully stopped the production of tanks coming out a hive rival to his own and rumored to be corrupted by genestealers. He felt the door and kicked it to release a muffled crunch and a grunt. A guard had been standing behind the door and when it smashed in he was thrown against the wall, knocking his helmeted head into the railing and falling to the ground. He was recovering when Gandrand stabbed him in the neck, eliciting a hemorrhaging spray of blood that soon evaporated in the heat of the flaming room. Gandrand searched his body, all the time aware that he was running out of time. He found a lasgun, knocked from the guard's hands when smashed by the door, and a 5 power packs. He grabbed two of them and threw them into the fire now growing in the machine room. The subsequent explosions took out a support column and took out part of a group of guards who were desperately trying to get out and find him. The rest of the power packs went into his bag and the lasgun was slung across his shoulder. He grunted as the strap had dug into a flesh wound from a laspistol he had encountered during his trip into the hive. There were two sets of stairs in front of him, he took the left and ran up into a hallway. The smoke was still there, but it was thin enough that he could breath and see. He ran across it and rolled through an door to his right marked as an officers headquaters. The officer in question was still tied to the chair Gandrand had left him on when he had bust in looking for his escape strategy.

"Hello, miss me" He said

"Frell you" The officer spat back "untie me and I'll make your death quick." Garland grabbed his head and smashed it against the chair's hard edged back. It wasn't enough to kill him, or even knock him out but it did send his eyes reeling and he coughed up a mouthful of blood and more curses.

"I thought you missed me" Gandrand said. He then grabbed the back of the chair and dragged the officer back out into the hallway. He untied the officers legs and pulled him up, hands still tied behind his back. The two of them then proceeded to march out into the circular meeting hall. As Gandrand had expected a firing squad of twenty men were waiting for him, ten standing and ten crouching, all with lasguns pointing at him. Before they could open fire he pulled a tube charge from his bag, one of three remaining, and stuck down the officers pants. The officer winced when it smacked into his groin but this was lost to Gardrand's speech. He was fingering the pull tab on the tube charge and threatening the firing squad.

"If you open fire I'll pull the tab, and if you kill me rest assured my fingers will pull the tab as I fall. The blast will kill your commanding officer and yourselves. If you don't want this to happen listen very carefully to what I say. You will lower your weapons and all back into right corner." They did so but for one who was obviously the Sergent, pistol trained on Gandrands head.

"Let the colonel go and maybe we'll let you live." He growled, still pointing his pistol at Gandrand's head.

"That would be preposterous. I would lose my bargaining chip." moving forward with one hand clamped over the officers mouth, wrenching the officers head back, and the other still on the tab. "I'm not being unreasonable, I just want to live and I know you want to as well, so you comply with my offer and we go home to a glass of amasec and warm grox sandwich." The Sergent glared at him angrily. Gandrand turned, keeping the officer between him and the Sergent, and started backing toward the window at the far end. Finally something gave and the Sergent fired, just missing Gandrand's ear. He yelled "Wrong move" and pulled the tab while diving through the window.

"Get it out of my..." Was all the officer had time to say before the tube charge exploded. In such a confined space the effect was massive and everybody was thrown five feet back. The officer dissapeared in a mist of blood and smoke. The Sergent was broken in half and thrown to the floor. Everyone in the corner was thrown against the wall as various pieces of shrapnel dug into their torsos and limbs. They were all dead before they fell to the floor. A bewildered soldier who was standing outside the hall ran in. He ran to the window but Gandrand was long gone. The soldier turned and stood wide eyed as he saw the remaining two tube charges and a incendiary grenade marked "have a nice day" drop in from the window and rolled under the soldiers leg. "Frill" he said.

The hall exploded in a mass of flaming wood and plaster. The column in the middle that, weakened by the initial explosion, had held up the high ceiling gave way and the entire roof collapsed onto the floor and pushed through into the next level, destroying all that remained of the machinery and putting more wood on the fire. Another job well done.

K, I've had time top think of more story. also the lack of comments is making me paranoid so someone comment, i don't particularly care what. Lets get started.

"Where the frell were you." Gandrand said, grunting as he passed a needle through his shoulder again, trying to seal up the wound from the lasgun hit and the subsiquent damage from having his pack rest on it. "I mean really, a few guards enter and the plan just dissolves for you." What Gandrand was talking about was his team's reaction to a counter attack during their last mission.

"Gandrand, we didn't know how many guards there were, the smoke was so thick that we couldn't effectively deal with the guards" Protested Hartcass, the teams technical guy. A small and wiry man, he had been an enginseer who, after having to defend himslef alongside the guard at the battle of okar VI, proved to be a good shot and able to follow orders. He had been recruited to help disrupt the more complicated technologies in the hive.

"Aw just stuff it Hartcass, you fled and you know it." Said Vinse, all the while sharpening his blade on his sharpening stone with long, flashy strokes. He was responsible for getting equipment into the hive for the saboteurs. Once a member of a less then legal rouge trader fleet he had acquired the skills for obtaining equipment with no questions asked that made him invaluable to the team. A medium sized man, he blended in well with a crowd looking very average beneath his coat and leather cap. "Why can't you ever just admit your mistakes and move on."

"Because it wasn't my fault." Hartcass retorted, a note of plea in his voice. "besides you followed me." Gandrand was about to stand up to yell at the two of them when Sondrier, the medic came down from the shop. They were meeting this time in Sondrier's place, a combination studio apartment and pharmaceutical store. Sondrier himself was a stocky man, tall and well built with large legs and a back like a grox.

"What in the blazes are you doing." He said turning to stare at Gandrand. He shoved him back into the chair and made for his medical tools which he kept in a leather rollup on a crate in the back. The basement was a pharmaceutical storage room so were he to have just searched a bit he probably wouldn't even need the rollup, but these tools were special to him. Apparently he had used them in one night to save one hundred and fifty three soldiers who had been wounded during an artillery bombardment on a trench line in some long lost battle. "For gods sake if your going to kill yourself do it while completing the mission, not infection." He grabbed a bottle of anti biotic and a rag and set to mopping up Gandrand. "How many times do I have to tell you, just wait for me to patch you up, your not solo this time." Gandrand gritted his teeth as Sondrier pulled out all of his home done stitching and began a proper cleaning of the wound. He never did like doctors fixing him up. "Hold still."

"Come on Grandrand why do you always squirm when Sondrier here patches your many broken pieces back together." Laughed Dorsen. He was leaning back in his chair and had his feet up on the crate they used as a table. Dorsen was small, nimble man who served as the teams demolition expert. His eyes always darted around in his head giving the impression that they wanted to pop out of his head and run free. He was a criminal, a former guardsmen who, after 'accidentally' using to much of what he called "boom juice" (his word for fyceline) took out a chimera and passangers that thought the vehicle could protect them at that distance, had been imprisoned for life. His skills in demolitions had saved him the firing squad, but until a suitable mission was found he would rot. Gandrand had rescued him on the promise that after this mission he spend five more years in prison then return to the guard and be a good boy.

"I like fixing myself." Gandrand replied "I don't like leaving my fate in in the hands of someone else, no matter how qualified" he looked up at Sondrier, getting a smile and a somewhat harder then necessary pat with the rag on his arm. Gandrand winced then smiled, knowing the doctor had taken it in good heart. "Right. Now then we need to plan our next move. We are running low on resources so I recommend a raid on the armory. We need most especially more explosives because someone keeps using more then what he needs." Gandrand shot a withering at Dorsen, who chuckled and mumbled "I like my boom juice". "Anyway we need an opening. The guards are all kinds of paranoid now after the raid on their machinery and they are searching for us, so we need to be even more careful. Any ideas."

"Well" started Dorsen.

"NO! We are not blasting our way in or out, we need the material intact." shouted Gandrand "Any ideas that will not get us killed."

"How about we get our hands on some uniforms." offered Vinse "I can probably bribe a few guards into 'loaning' them to us for long enough to get in and out with a couple of crates."

"How will we get the crates out." asked Hartcass "We won't be able to bribe a hover lifer or a sentinel with a powerlifter and just walk out with it."

"How about" began Dorsen again

"No." Gandrand cut him off with. "What about the one guy we worked with earlier, the one who owned the restaurant that helped us hide the guard bodies. Maybe if we push them out the back we can just have him pick them up on a trip to the garbage compacter."

"Should be doable" said Vinse "He should be willing to get them, we just need to make sure their well hidden but in a position he can reach."

"Then we torch the place" blurted out Dorsen, his face beaming.

"No" said Gandrand