Draksal obediently took note of all of this information till the signal broke up

“[color=35c316]Watch-captain, could you repeat that last, this is Kill-team Epsilon please respond.[/color]” 

After the attempted re-hail failed and the sacred ritual of fiddling with the frequency to check if you could get through on a different band garnered no results he gave up. The team where now approaching a large sealed door that presumably lead to the slave pens and afterwards to the two objectives. Draksal, with his brain containing larger amounts of metal that might be considered necessary, felt nothing in response to the atmosphere but the standard barely contained rage shared by all the Sons of Ferrus. While he was approaching the door Draksal unloaded the current flack missile and loaded a different one.

“[color=35c316]looks like we are on our own for now, I recommend we take the bridge first and then the shadow field generator in the following confusion the enemy will suffer at the loss of their commander[/color]”

He then holstered the launcher and drew his inferno pistol burning through the locks sealing the door. These were on this side, meant to keep the slaves in, rather than keep anyone out.

“[color=35c316]The destruction of the field will be a clear indication that we have completed our mission and will allow our vessels to target this one. Doing it the other way round may not lead to there being enough time for us to get off the ship before it’s destruction. Such an event would result in the loss of the Caestus Assault Ram that we would need to use for extraction and all the powers swords our kill team is carrying[/color]”

Having successfully broken the seals the pistol was holstered, then gripping the launcher in their right hand and the shotgun in the other Draksal took one power armor coated mechanical leg and booted the door down. Before the kicking leg had touched the ground he fired off the shotgun, a rolling wave of fire clearing the area just on the other side. Landing solidly with both feet on the ground he fired the missile launcher into the room. The Missile steamed inside the room and impacted the ceiling somewhere near the center with a loud crash. The Photon Flash Missile detonated like a miniature sun, blinding anyone inside who was not wearing a protective visor (like those found in the lenses of a space marine's helmet). With this done Draksal advanced into the room, letting the now empty launcher rest over his shoulder as he swept his gaze and shotgun across the room for targets.