The White Devil was the first pirate up onto the deck. The pirate was a giant amongst his peers and was clad in cold black plates of folded armor. His left leg was cropped just below the knee and a peg leg of alien forged metal jutted from it. Great spikes of sharp iron pierced out from the armored plates and dried blood and visceral hung from the tips. One of his eyes had been replaced with a bionic lense and it blinked bright red. Khornate runes were etched deep into the armor completely covering the exposed surface. White Devil carried a massive cutlass in one iron gauntlet and a huge musket loading breeches pistol in the other. The skulls from dead champions he had killed were strewed about covering the top of his white wolfskin mantle. The giant stepped up to the closest assault boat and opened the hatch quickly climbing inside.

Another large pirate who went by the name Captain Kenneth came out onto the deck and stretched. "Izzz a fine day for killing matezzz! I zzzmell death all around uzzz." The Captain wore a red pirate cap and was covered from head to toe in pale green armor. He had once been an exalted Daemon Prince dedicated to the Chaos God Nurghal. Strong limbed tentacles billowed out from rents in his armor and the tripel death head was marked on his left shoulderpad.

The next pirate to come up from the hatch went by the name Brian. He was much smaller than the rest of the crew, lean and lithe. He had once been an Eldar, a great exarch of the Striking Scorpion clan. He carried a long double headed chainblade in one bare hand and a short fusion pistolle in the other. Large mandiblasters protruded from his facemask like a pair of tusks. Brian leapt up and dropped down into the same assault boat with the White Devil and Captain Kenneth. Abraxas slammed the hatch shut and fired it towards the approaching craft.

Abraxas pulled the straps tight and checked his weapons. "I trust you all my brothers. There is not one amongst you I doubt. We have stood the test of time. Into the heart of this sun we are headed. Beware of the treachery and deception of the Totenkopf. He shall surround himself with his minions and let them suffer our assault gladly letting them die. Focus on the White Wolf. Free me of this curse. That is all I ask. You have followed me this far into the heart of darkness. Our words are true."

The rest of the crew nodded their heads and made their peace.

"Its time we all show our true face." said Abraxas as he lifted the faceplate on his helmet. His bronze skin shimmered for a moment that turned to pale flesh. A long black mane of black hair spilled from the top of his head encompassing his skull. His eyes were bright green and deep set. Abraxas frowned and rubbed the scars upon his exposed neck. "I was once an Eldar. I brought about the end of my race as tribute to my God, Lord Khorne. I left behind a mountain of their skulls. I am a full blooded daemon now, I know you will all take that for what it is."

White Devil removed his helmet and looked around. His face was serious. "I am a traveler of both time and space. My business is killing and just like the Skulltaker I am also a follower of Khorne."

Next Captain Kenneth pulled off his red pirate cap and wiped his brow with a green kerchief. "I worship the God of Death. As far as I am concerned we go hand in hand with Khorne. Khorne is the God of War and the afterlife is a door to a new beginning. I am dead but I am still also alive."

Brian removed his faceplate. "I live solely to seek retribution. Abraxas showed us there is a way beyond death. I also am called a traitor to my own race but I am true to myself. My hatred is sharp and cuts deep. I live to kill."

The Skulltaker removed his gauntlet and sliced his open palm with the fractal edge of his short combat blade. Dark red blood welled up from the deep gash. The Skulltaker passed his blade and one by one the rest of the crew also slit their hands. As one they gripped their fists together and felt their hot blood flow together. The Skulltaker smiled for a brief moment then lowered his faceplate. "It is time to go. Together we are indestrucible. Let no one or no thing stand inbetween us. Death to the White Wolf!"

The assault boat slammed into the ship. The ring of meltaguns fired burning through the outer hull. Abraxas quickly unfastened his straps and kicked down the bulkhead charging in through the breach. The Skulltaker looked around and saw that the bay his war party had entered was filled full of zombies of all shapes, sizes and race from across the multiverse. Totenkopf was a necromancer and had scoured space raising a vast army of the undead. A pair of Carnifexen slowly scuttled towards the Lord of Khorne as smaller undead crawled forward. Abraxas lifted up his huge pair of wings beating the tainted air. The strong wind blew like a mad gale driving back the zombies. Pulling his pair of mega bolters from leather braces strapped under his brawny armored arms the Skulltaker leapt forward firing straight into the nobby skulls of either monster. The Tyranids' heads blew apart spraying dark visceral across the walls. Abraxas held back his head and let go a crazed war cry. The daemon lord fired his guns into the mass of undead clearing out a space for the rest of his boarding party to clamber in.

Captain Kenneth climbed out raising his long sharp manreaper followed closely by the White Devil. Suddenly there was the sound of a huge explosion. The Skulltaker looked back to see that the assault boat had broken loose from it's makeshift mooring and was drifting free. The rest of the war party was lost in space as the ultra heavy of the sun sucked it away.

"More skulls for the Skull God!" shouted Abraxas as the daemon turned back to face the vast horde of undead.

Captain Kenneth laid waste to the undead with his long manreaper. The White Devil had both of his barbed dueling swords unsheathed as he quickly gutted on zombie after another. Abraxas lifted himself up into the air pulling up his facemask and bellowed out a long fiery tongue of molten fire setting an entire horde of undead creatures to flame. The three daemon lords made quick work of the butchery finishing the battle standing back to back.

"It was an easy win for the team." said the White Devil. "Let's go find this Totenkopf and put the beast to the sword."

"Aye!" said Kenneth as he wiped the crud from the sharp edge of his manreaper.

"Then follow me!" shouted Abraxas.

Abraxas lead the way through the winding tunnels. Slick slime covered the walls and floor. Putrid pools of black fluids leaked from broken seals between the welds and poured over the rusted gratings. A horrid smell filled the air as the trio moved along. Their daemonic visage picked out the passageways and intersections. "Let's breach the engine rooms and cripple this ship." said Abraxas. The White Devil and Kenneth silently nodded their heads in consent. Slowly the ambient heat began to rise. The walls grew hotter and thick plates of dried webbing covered the floor. All was silent except for the occassional sound of a boot hitting solid matter.

Eventually they came upon a large shaft that loomed up in total blackness. Abraxas stuck in his head and looked up. "This way leads to our final destination." said the Skulltaker.

"Its obvious the White Wolf knows our present location and can track our movement. The initial warring horde we encountered during egress to the ship was meant solely as a rouse. The White Wolf must be surrounding us with layer after layer of undead. His trap will be sprung when we venture out from the confines of this shaft." said the Skulltaker as carried the other two daemon lords, either gripped in an iron gauntlet, flying up into the darkness.

The White Devil remained silent brooding upon the upcoming battle. Captain Kenneth raised his voice "Let them come to us. It will be that much easier to kill them all."

Up above a finger of light penetrated the black void. "We are almost there." said Abraxas. "I'll throw you into the hold and come in right behind. Prepare for battle."

The Skulltaker soared up towards the opening in the shaft throwing the White Devil and Captain Kenneth into the fray. The engine room was crammed full of zombies and the undead seemed to come back to life as the pair of daemon lords hit the deck. The White Devil balled up his massive armored fists and immediately began to smash their skulls into livid pulp. Captain Kenneth hit the deck hard unfurling his manreaper, instantly cutting down the closest zombies, splitting them all in twain. More of the undead piled in, shuffling in to close the sudden gap. Abraxas flew over the hordes headed straight towards the main reactor. Unclipping a slew of melta bombs from a strap Abraxas primed the magnetic couplers and hurled them. There was a ping as each bomb clasped onto the breach wall clanging into place. The Skulltaker looked down for a moment to quickly survey the madness taking place beneath him. There were so many zombies crowded inside that they had begun to push some of themselves down as they fought amongst themselves to reach the daemon lords. There was a rush of cold air and a huge dark shadow fell across the pit. Abraxas looked back up in time to see a giant winged monster sailing through the upper reaches of the ceiling towards him. The huge beast was covered from head to toe in armored scales and had many arms bristling from it's stout torso. The Skulltaker spun about in a tight piroutte and then shot away. He pulled out his megabolters and fired point blank into the beast. The explosive tips denonated, but failed to pierce the monster's thick hide. It's huge maw opened and clamped down on the Skulltaker's left shoulderguard. Abraxas heard his armor squeal as the beast's sharp fangs began to tear through his armor. Throwing the megabolters aside Abraxas grabbed a hold of the monster's head by a pair of thick horns sprouting out from it's forehead. With a show of his great daemonic strength the Lord of Khorne pulled it's mouth loose from his shoulderguard and slammed it's hard skull into the wall. The beast shuddered for a moment then lifted itself back up spearing it front talons into the Skulltaker's chestplate. Abraxas brought up his knees to ward off the deadly blows. The great beast howled in frustration lashing back out again.

Captain Kenneth looked up just for a second to watch the air duel. He kept his back to the White Devil's and continued to reap through the undead hordes. There was a piercing howl. A giant werewolf clad in long white fur had entered the breach and was throwing scads of zombies left and right as he rushed through the frenzy. "The White Wolf finally zzzhowzzz himzzzelf!" croaked the Captain.

Abraxas pulled forth his sword and drove it deep into the monster's spine. The razor sharp fractal edges sliced neatly through the vertebrae. Suddenly the great beast sagged in the air hovering for a moment then plummeted down like a heavy stone cast into a deep dark well.

Captain Kenneth turned quickly towards the White Devil shouting above the fury of battle "Abraxazzz hazzz unzzzcathed the Zzzword of Khaine. It'zzz a bad omen."

The Skulltaker looked down upon the Totenkopf staring with eyes full of hate. The deep scars upon his neck began to bleed and the wounds burned again just as if a hot ember had been jammed into the open sores. Abraxas lifted the rune switch and thumbed the black button. One after another each melta charge exploded.

isnt Totenkopf from Sky Captain and the World of tommorow?

He represents a Nazi sentiment from WWII. Google the name to learn more. A literal translation is death head.

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2nd SS IIRC

Only a dumb ass would choose the name for his online handle and sig their insignia.

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The meltabombs exploded one after another ripping through the heavy layers of admantium plating. Burning shrapnel blew out from the explosion shredding the undead. Captain Kenneth lifted his seige shield to ward off the tremendous blast. The White Devil was caught offguard tossed through the air like a limp doll. Inside the wrecked containment bunkers the reactors began to scream as their heavy metals sunk into the bottom of the deep cores. The heat waves of raw radiation rolling off the exposed banks cooked the undead that had managed to survive the initial blast. Grabbing a hold of a hanger the White Devil stopped his fall and landed safely. The noise from the reactor cores was so high nothing else could be heard through the screaming pitch. Totenkopf looked up at Abraxas and howled, leaping up into the air like a rocket.

The White Wolf sent out a psychic barrage against Abraxas. The psionic waves harmlessly bounced off the daemon's great aura. "I hate you!" cried Totenkopf filled with unbridled rage. Suddenly the reactors all imploded blowing out the ship into the void. One intense wave after another denonated sucked into the intense gravity well of the sun. Abraxas felt the overbearing pull of the heavy star and relaxed falling into the broiling madness. A lasso of tethering coil caught him by the ankle reeling him towards the pirate ship. The Skulltaker felt the wounds on his neck close as the curse of the White Wolf was sucked away into the depths of the fiery star. He was surrounded by immense silence there in the open space. Abraxas watched as the werewolf's spacecraft broke apart dragged into the heart of the sun one piece at a time. He felt a clutch upon hid arm. The White Devil gripped him in a bear hug with Captain Kenneth in tow. Slowly the lasso reeled them back in.

Abraxas stood upon the deck staring into the pit of the black sun.

"You did the White Wolf dirty." said the White Wolf.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." said the Skulltaker as he smiled to himself. The White Devil grinned.