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Aldaric stopped swinging, and with it may have realised that at the end of his blade was the quickly stiffening corpse of what had once been a Dark Eldar Dracon.

Sirren Gadex had been the first to die, his own blood-lust – leant to him by Sanguinius and his Chapter's past – taking him into and onto the flashing blades of the Incubi nearly as soon as the door had been breached.

Next were Chaplain Zaphiel and Brother Corbite, all the litanies and technological alterations in the Milky Way being unable to save them from the elite of the Dark Eldar forces.

“Sorrow” was last, his black-armoured form slashed from head to toe and crumpled at the foot of the Dracon's chair with a dozen splinter shots through his head.

Only three battle-brothers remained, and it was as Aldaric ceased his swinging that something in their helmet clicked, a signal in fact...full of static, but [b]there[/b].

“Kill-T...Epsilon...do you copy? This is Ca- Roa....the [i]Arcadius[/i] is badly damaged, but we are intact, praise the Emperor. Our missi- still aw-, return to the Assault Ram as swiftly as possible and back for extraction and debriefing. Roa out.”

It took another half-day to return to the Lunar-class vessel, damaged and in need of desperate repair but still active, Brothers Inri, Ironmarch and Felbane reunited with their mentors and fully accepted as the nucleus of a future Kill-team themselves. There was much mourning, however, at the deaths of so many raw recruits, as well as two of their mentors, and the appropriate time was taken to make sure their gene-seed was extracted and the Dark Eldar fully broken before the Imperial ships moved on.

There was a change of plan – they would be making for a little know Watch Station to await reinforcements, before going onward and into battle with their original foe.


[h1][i][b]Chapter 1, fini.[/b][/i][/h1]