[@Zelosse][@Wraithblade6][@Andreyich]

From the lowest depths to the highest decks they fought, this team of transhuman warriors, clad in the strongest armour and possessing the most ferocious will gifted to them by the Emperor of Mankind – slave chambers, troop quarters, each room was cleared one-by-one until the Deathwatch Kill-team reached the bridge of the Torture-class Cruiser and the central hub of Archon S'rath himself.

“My lord,” came a hiss from a nearby console, “the Mon'Keigh are here.”

S'rath let out a crooning cackle of laughter and looked toward the door of the bridge, quite surprised that they had simply come straight to him without disabling his crafts shadow-field generators first.

“You are prepared?”

The slender and horned figure beside his throne gave a nod of its head, several other members of its shrine now gripping their klaives in elongated fingers and looking toward the doorway; it was unlocked, and as soon as the Astartes entered they may well wish they had not.