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“[color=39b54a]Watch-captain Roa, is it known where in the enemy vessel the Assault Ram has impacted? Such information would improve our ability to find the bridge. In a similar vein, where is the shadowfield located on this type of vessel?[/color]”

There was a crackle over the Kill-teams helm-voxes, a squad wide signal being broadcast, a slight crackle showing that something was clearly trying to jam them nevertheless.

“[color=7ea7d8]Kill-team Epsilon, you have emerged in the lower levels of the ship and will need to fight your way toward the top. The layout of Dark Eldar vessels are something of a mystery to Imperial authorities, but we are the Deathwatch...[/color]” there was a pause and another crackle of comms “[color=7ea7d8]...take the corridor forward until you reach a junction, there should be several passages, the left hand passage should lead to the shadowfield generator; this section of the ship will be particularly well-guarded, make no mistake! The right-hand corridor will help you gain ground toward the bridge of the vessel, but as with the generator there will be fierce resistance.[/color]”

Perhaps the oddest thing about the teams current location were not the screams and shrieks that seemed to surround them, nor the faint sounds of projectiles impacting on the cruisers hull...no...it was the complete lack of anyone. There were no warriors storming toward them, no Druchii striking from the shadows at them, from the dimly lit corridors formed of almost purple metals there came no nearby sounds at all.

“[color=7ea7d8]You are currently approaching the slave-pens and torture chambers, if our intelligence is correct, be advised th-[/color]”

The signal went dead, only static replacing it, signalling either a successful jamming attempt by the enemy..or the destruction of the Imperial cruiser from whence they had arrived.

Each step took them closer to something, the tension in the air almost palpable, and if a sense of dread was something that an Astartes could feel – like any normal mortal – then they assuredly would have drowned in it.