“We’re almost there!” Sofia shouted, her breath coming in quick bursts as they reached the access panel leading into the vents. Without warning, a chill sliced through Sofia. Her back arched and hips shifted involuntarily, opening up and angling perpendicular to her forearm. They had no time to waste. The ship lurched violently, and Sofia barely managed to keep her footing as the force of the ship’s instability threw her into the bulkhead. “Move!” Vendric barked, pushing Cratt ahead of him as they scrambled into the vents. The ship’s metal creaced as if it was bent or torn apart. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing. Her team consisted of three members: Sofia, Vendric, and Cratt. Sofia’s body convulsed. “I… Yet, despite its intimidating size and the ever-present danger of the warp, Sofia moved with confidence, a trained warrior of the Astra Militarum. “I… She had witnessed the horrors of war firsthand—cities shattered by xenos invaders, the screams of civilians caught in the crossfire, and the brutal discipline
