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lightly　towards　him。
“I　have　a　ship　docked　on　this　vessel！　We　could　escape；　you　and　I　together！”　cried　the　man　as
Marduk　made　to　move　on。　He　paused；　and　swung　back　towards　the　wretch。
“What　guarantee　do　you　have　that　your　ship　is　still　here？”　he　asked　quickly。
“None；”　admitted　the　man；　matching　Marduk’s　fearsome　gaze　without　faltering；　“but　how　were
you　planning　on　getting　off…ship？”
Marduk　swung　his　gaze　around　once　more；　seeing　the　eldar　warriors　drawing　nearer　from　both
quarters。　The　ones　to　his　right　were　closer；　and　he　saw　several　of　them　drop　to　their　knees；　raising
weapons　to　their　shoulders。　Marduk　lifted　the　haemonculus　up　in　front　of　him　for　them　to　see；
placing　the　blade　of　the　spider…eldar’s　limb　upon　its　already　blood…drenched　throat。　That　gave　the
warriors　pause；　though　they　did　not　lower　their　weapons。
“Things　are　not　looking　so　good　for　you；　friend；”　said　the　man　in　the　cell。
“I　am　not　the　one　in　a　cell；”　said　Marduk。
“True；”　said　the　man。　“The　cell　controls　for　this　section　are　behind　you。”
Marduk　swung　his　head　around　to　see　a　blank　wall　panel；　though　even　as　he　looked　upon　it；
glimmering　runes　of　xenos　origin　flickered　into　being；　hovering　in　the　air　a　few　centimetres　from　the
wall。
“Touch　the　middle　one；　the　one　that　looks　like　a　serpent；”　said　the　man。　“No；　not　that　one；　the
one　next　to　it。　That’s　the　door　release。　I’ve　seen　the　guards　use　it。”
Marduk　paused；　indecision　staying　his　hand。　The　man　might　be　lying。
“What　have　you　got　to　lose？”　asked　the　man；　as　if　reading　his　mind。
Marduk　backed　up　to　the　control　panel；　his　eyes　flicking　between　the　two　groups　of　eldar
warriors　that　had　begun　to　edge　forwards　once　more；　just　waiting　for　an　opportunity　to　fire　without
hitting　the　haemonculus。　His　eyes　drifted　down　to　the　eldar　runes　flickering　in　the　air　in　front　of　the
panel。
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“Release　him；”　Marduk　growled　into　the　haemonculus’s　ear；　tightening　his　grip　on　the　skeletal
creature。　The　eldar　made　no　move；　and　Marduk　pushed　the　blade　more　forcefully　against　its　throat；
drawing　blood。
The　eldar　reached　out　a　long；　bony　finger；　moving　it　towards　the　glowing　runes。
“No　tricks；”　said　Marduk；　“or　I’ll　have　my　own　torture　fun　with　you　before　anybody　comes　to
save　you。”
The　haemonculus’s　finger　paused　just　before　it　pierced　the　holographic　image　of　a　rune　that
resembled　a　jagged　blade。　Then　it　moved　to　the　side　and　passed　through　the　serpent…like　rune；　the
one　that　the　man　had　indicated。
There　was　a　descending　hum；　and　the　man　reached　out　a　tentative　hand。　There　was　no　surge　of
power　and　no　stink　of　ozone；　and　the　man　exhaled　deeply；　flashing　Marduk　a　grin。
“Thank　you　friend；”　said　the　man。　“My　name　is　Ikorus　Baranov。”
Marduk　ignored　him。　He　was　less　than　nothing　to　him；　but　the　puny　human’s　words　were
enticing。　How　were　you　planning　on　getting　off…ship？
“Now　the　rest　of　them；”　said　Marduk。　The　haemonculus　faltered；　gargling　something　from　its
shattered　throat；　and　Marduk　pushed　the　blade　deeper。
Instantly；　the　haemonculus’s　hand　flickered　over　a　series　of　rune　images；　and　all　the　cell　doors　in
the　section　powered　down。
At　first；　nothing　happened。　Then　a　hulking　two…metre　beast　covered　in　matted　fur　staggered　into
the　corridor。　Throwing　its　head　back；　it　gave　a　blood…curdling　roar。　The　dark　eldar　guards　fired；
knocking　it　back　a　step。　It　roared　again；　and　lurched　towards　the　group　of　warriors。　Barbed　prongs
that　shimmered　with　arcane　powers　were　fired　into　its　flesh；　and　it　fell　to　its　knees　as　agony　seared
through　its　body。
More　and　more　of　the　slaves　staggered　from　their　cells；　blinking　their　eyes　heavily；　as　if
believing　that　this　was　just　another　part　of　their　torture。　A　broad　shouldered；　four…legged；　centaurlike
creature　with　a　reptilian　head　lurched　from　its　cell；　which　was　barely　large　enough　to　hold　its
massive　form。　It　hurled　itself　into　one　of　the　groups　of　eldar　warriors；　and　two　of　them　died　instantly
as　it　slammed　their　heads　together；　crushing　their　fragile　skulls。
Eldar　warriors　began　firing　as　more　slaves　spilled　from　their　confinement；　and　crackling　electrowhips
lashed　out。　Slaves　shuddered　and　screamed　as　the　whips　struck　them；　sending　shooting　pains
through　their　nervous　systems；　and　others　fell；　their　fears；　terrors　and　nightmares　coming　to　life
before　their　eyes　as　hallucinatory　venom　surged　through　their　veins。
Other　slaves　fell　upon　each　other；　fists　cracking　against　skulls　and　hands　wrapping　around
throats　as　racial　enmities　surged　to　the　fore　and　individuals　driven　out　of　their　minds　by　their
torments　sought　to　slake　their　insane　bloodlust。
All　was　chaos　along　the　corridor；　and　Marduk　smiled　broadly；　relishing　the　surge　of　hatred；　fear
and　anger　that　washed　over　him。
“Which　way？”　he　said。
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Dracon　Alith　Drazjaer　stared　at　the　curved；　three…dimensional　observation　screen　projected　before
him；　watching　as　the　hive　fleet　of　the　Great　Devourer　drew　ever　nearer。　The　bridge　of　his　corsair
flagship　was　dark。　Reclining　upon　his　throne；　with　its　razor…sharp　barbs　rising　around　him；　he
scowled　at　the　holographic　images　appearing　before　him。
He　saw　the　twin　moons　orbiting　the　giant　gas　planet；　with　the　flickering　ghost…image　of　his
bladed　ship　pulling　away　from　them。　His　ship　was　as　one　with　the　darkness；　and　had　the　voracious
organism…ships　of　the　Great　Devourer　not　been　encroaching；　Drazjaer　was　confident　that　he　could
have　preyed　upon　this　system　for　years　to　come　without　detection。
As　the　moons　had　finally　completed　their　long　arc　around　the　gas　giant　and　emerged　into　the
light　of　the　system’s　dying　star；　the　dark　eldar　ship　had　slipped　unseen　through　the　mon…keigh
blockade。　It　was　likely　that　none　had　even　registered　his　ship’s　presence；　and　those　that　had　would
have　seen　nothing　more　suspicious　than　a　passenger　freighter　of　their　own　design。
He　had　plied　his　trade　in　this　system　for　two　months；　relying　on　the　mimic　engines　and　shadow
fields　of　his　slave…ship　to　confuse　the　mon…keigh　scanners；　while　his　warriors　raided　the　evacuating
populations。　Within　visual　range；　the　mimic　engines　would　no　longer　be　able　to　fool　even　the　pitiful
scanners　of　the　mon…keigh；　but　still　his　ship　would　be　almost　impossible　to　pinpoint；　thanks　to　the
shadow　fields　that　cloaked　its　presence；　and　it　was　easy　to　keep　out　of　the　visual　range　of　the
lumbering　mon…keigh　ships。
It　had　proved　a　profitable　and　successful　hunt；　and　thousands　of　souls　were　held　in　the　torture
decks　below；　ready　for　delivery　to　Commoragh。　Still；　it　was　not　enough；　and　for　the　thousandth　time
Drazjaer　cursed　the　very　existence　of　the　black…hearted　lord　of　the　Black　Heart　cabal；　Asdrubael
Vect。　The　tribute　he　demanded　was　extortionate。　Drazjaer　had　hoped　that　raiding　this　one　sector
would　have　provided　enough　souls　to　please　the　vicious　lord；　and　it　had　come　close；　but　his　time
here　was　done。
Within　the　day；　the　tyranids　would　have　overrun　the　prey…moons。　The　mimic　engines　would　not
fool　the　hive…mind。　It　was　time　to　move　on；　to　continue　his　raids　elsewhere；　for　to　return　to
Commoragh　without　his　full　tribute　was　out　of　the　question。
Dismissing　the　observation　screen　with　a　thought；　Drazjaer　swung　away　from　the　console；　which
retracted　smoothly　into　the　floor　behind　him。　He　saw　one　of　his　Incubi　guards　waiting　for　him；　head
bowed。
“What　is　it？”　the　dracon　asked。
“There　is　a　problem　on　antitherea　deck；　lord　dracon；”　murmured　one　of　the　incubi；　his　voice
distorted　by　his　tormentor　helm。
With　his　screens　down　and　completely　confident　that　his　mimic　engines　and　shadow　fields
would　be　able　to　fool　any　of　the　mon…keigh　vessels；　Drazjaer　did　not　see　the　Astartes　stoke　cruiser
turning　towards　his　ship。
Marduk　hacked　a　path　through　the　press　of　inmates；　slashing　with　the　blade…limb　and　sending　them
reeling　away　from　him；　blood　pumping　from　severed　limbs。　Those　who　fell　were　crushed　in　the　rush
to　escape；　and　the　man；　Baranov；　kept　close　behind　him。
The　First　Acolyte　had　the　skeletal　form　of　the　haemonculus　in　a　headlock；　using　his　body　as　a
shield　in　front　of　him；　and　he　hacked　the　blade　through　the　neck　of　another　inmate；　who　turned
157
towards　him；　froth　spilling　from　his　mouth。　The　guards