The massacre was rapidly coming to a close. The number had been just under 15 marines, and with the kills on the way to the bridge just over half within the entire ship were dead. The last two Night lords in the bridge would be dead in moments. Arabar, with assistance from Araghast's eye, squeezed off two accurate shots, one finding it's mark in the neck of one marine, but the other slammed into the shoulder of the other, Arabar cursed his aim, but the marine was cut down in a fury by Lentus and Bas. For a few moments near silence rained, only the mewling whimpers of a few slaves were heard. Then Arabar was again in motion, approaching the helmsman, [b]"Tell me slave, with the damage done here can you still get this ship into warp travel now?"[/b] the terrified man shook his head madly, letting Arabar know that yes, it could still travel, exactly as planned. [b]"Then get underway, we should be gone within a few hours, gone before the rest of the fleet discovers what is happening."[/b] minimal damage to the crew and bridge... good. Arabar moved back towards the command throne, and stood on the platform, facing his disciples. 

[b]"My children, the bridge is ours! The [i]Killer's Heaven[/i] is now under our control, any Night lords left are being hunted down by the rest of the flock and we are victorious![/b] he paused as he felt the ship move, felt the warp drive of the ancient ship firing up. [b]"But I feel... as if something is missing... you may now have noticed my armor, no longer colored as a Word Bearer, this,"[/b] Arabar lifted his arms to better show his armor, [b]Is the Regalia of our new Warband! No longer must you bear the mantle of so impious a Brotherhood ad the Night lords, now we are bound in blood to a new name, now you are Night lords no longer, we are the Black Hands! We are the chosen of the Gods! The whispers of chaos will deliver us to great power, and I shall be the one to guide you to it![/b] he moved down from the platform now, and motioned for a strange retinue to enter. Several slaves walked timidly into the room, some carried a dark robe of purple to Arabar, who pulled it from them and draped it over his form. The others carried something far stranger, a large wooden bowl in which sloshed a thick, viscous black liquid. The bowl itself was covered in runes and sigils of the gods and daemons. Arabar looked to his chosen, [b]"Some of you hear the voices louder and stronger than any other. It is you, you who so loudly hear the calling that show great promise. Step forward now, oh servants of chaos, Sorthraal, Quel, Amphion and Lentus." [/b] he allowed them to step forward, out from the group and stand. Arabar motioned the slaves with the bowl to his side, [b]"Today, I shall mark you each with the hand of the Gods. But... the holy mixture with which I may mark you with is missing a final, vital component"[/b] from his robe Arabar produced a long ritual dagger, covered in the symbols if the gods and chaos. He moved rapidly to the first marine he shot, who yet drew breath. His second shot had grazed the marines spine in just the right place, with help from Araghast, to paralyze him from the neck down. Arabar dragged him before his chosen, and ripped his helmet off, exposing the snarling marine's face and neck. Using the ritual blade rather Adeptly Arabar carved the symbols of each of the chaos gods and the circle of chaos onto his face. Perhaps his men knew the marine Arabar carved up, he hoped so, better to sever their bonds.

Arabar bid the slaves lower the bowl to just under the paralyzed marine's neck. Arabar then used the knife in a sawing motion on the marines neck, keeping it from closing and healing. The blood spilled into the bowl, mixing with the strange black substance within. When finally it was full, Arabar ceased, and dropped the Night lords head to the floor, his lifeless snarl still on his face. As he dropped the ritual dagger to the floor Arabar removed his left gauntlet, and dipped his now bare hand into the black substance, [b]"On each of you I shall place the hand on a different piece of your armor, showing how the gods favor you,"[/b] he walked first to face Sorthraal, [b]You, Sorthraal, still you are skeptical of the Gods power, unsure of their nature. Upon you, their lay on your arm, where your own strength mirrors theirs, and where they will lend far greater strength, "[/b] he took is left hand and gripped the upper right arm of Sorthraal's armor, then dipped his hand again into the mixture and approached Lentus, [b]"Lentus, your faith in me is absolute, your trust unquestioning, and faith in me is faith in the gods. Upon you their hand falls on your chest, where your hearts beat and pulse with their power.[/b] firmly Arabar placed his hand on Lentus's chest. Again he dipped his hand into the bowl, covering it in the liquid and facing Amphion, [b]"Sorcerer, upon you the Gods granted the gift of the warp, you can manipulate the very power that the gods call their own. On you, their hand falls on the head, from where your power springs[/b] Arabar placed his hand over Amphion's helm, and the palm print left had Amphion's right eye in its center, much like the hand and eye of Horus on Arabar's own shoulder, finally he came to Quel, hand dripping in dark liquid, [b]"And you Quel, in Grand-papa Nurgle you discovered faith, in his great decaying garden you saw beauty. In honor of your devotion, I place the hand upon your guts, the favored organs of Grand-papa Nurgle"[/b] With that Arabar placed the print on Quel's abdomen. He wiped the remaining liquid on his robe, and replaced his gauntlet. Then he returned to the platform, and turned up his hands, revealing the black under of his hands, and the white eyes if Horus painted onto their centers. [b]"Upon me, tge gods place their hands on mine, as I am their deliverer, and guide to their chosen. Now, before you leave to hunt those who remain, tell me your grievances, and ask any questions of me. Though, if you truly wish you may wait, and speak to me in private. However, I suggest you speak now."[/b] Arabar waited, allowing his flock time to respond.