[@Wraithblade6][@DracoLunaris][@Zelosse]


It was clear that the Mandrakes, in spite of all their Warp-born powers and shadow play, would be not use against even this novice Kill-team in an extended engagement. They had come and they had fought, they had sucked the life and terror from over a dozen victims, and now they had no true reason to remain and obstruct the Astartes any longer. After all, Dracon S'rath now knew of the impertinent Mon-Keigh threat to his ship, no doubt he would send more ferocious adversaries for these petulant weaklings before long.

With quick hisses and last strokes at the Marines, the Mandrakes vanished as swiftly as they had arrived, even the corpses of their slain comrades simply dissolving into the shade and shadows used to cover the escape of the still living.

Moments of silence followed, only the rush of air and the constant wailing of broken minds shattering what would have been a perfect peace...

“[i]You should not have come here, Mon'Keigh...[/i]” came a hissing and sibilant voice from beyond the doorway of the chamber “[i]...you have interrupted my experiments with your arrival, and I do not suffer fools to live.[/i]”

There were several more slave pens to traverse before Kill-team Epsilon could reach the corridor and junction therein, but whether they could – or would – reach it or not was another matter entirely.