Arabar sat, on his knees, and prayed. From his quiet voice fell vile prayers and litanies, beseeching the dark gods to bless his plans, and grant boons to him and his flock. He stopped a moment, and surveyed his surroundings, he was in the cargo hold of the battle barge [b][i]Killer's Heaven[/i][/b] surrounded by the stolen equipment that his flock had smuggled on board. Ammunition, bolters, grenades and other gear were piled up around him, but most important were the gene seeds, hidden away behind stacks of weapons and ammo, they were the building blocks of his flock's future. The strangest item in the hold was one not stolen by the flock, a great, empty Night lords Dreadnought sarcophagus stood ominously above Arabar as he prayed in its shadow. 

Arabar looked back to his front, his gear layed out before his kneeling form. His Defiled crozius, placed laying horizontally on the floor before him, his helmet, which he had not worn in a long time, was turned to face him. The helmet had been shaped to that of a snarling Daemon colored in midnight blue, the helmets top knot stuck up with crimson red hair, and the most recent addition were the large bat like wings affixed to the sides, placed to further endear himself to those still skeptical within his flock. Next to his Crozius sat his most prized possession, "Araghast" a bolt pistol that quietly growled, wishing to be fed one of Arabar's belt clips of pistol ammunition, wishing again to kill. Arabar's armor had only just dried from his repainting of it, in the color scheme of his new Warband. The symbol, a black hand with open palm, the Eye of Horus glaring from the center, sat outlined by a white line to show out from his midnight blue shoulder. The semi sentient gun purred as Arabar prayed, going over the plan in his head.

Nearly every marine on board was a member of his flock, save 30 marines. The largest concentration of the infidels, just under half of them, were in the bridge, so a fair number of his disciples were their as well, the ones on the bridge had to die first. The plan was for Arabar to send a vox bleat over the general channel, all the marines would here but the loyalist night lords would believe it was interference, but his faithful knew it was the signal. Those in the bridge would die first to stop any distress signal or ship announcement from being made, and the rest of the loyalists would then be hunted down. If all went according to plan the Battle barge would be gone before the rest of the fleet could react. 

Invoking a final prayer to Tzeentch, Arabar finished his prayers, and smiled. He sent the vox bleat, mag locked his helmet to his hip, retrieved his Crozius and "Araghast" and moved to the door, prepared to kill any Night lord who got in his way.