At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. She tried to scream, but her body didnt respond. A sudden pressure built inside her skull. The walls shook as if the ship itself were being torn apart, and Sofia could feel the oppressive weight of the warp pressing against her mind. As she crawled into the duct behind her teammates, the access panel slammed shut behind them, sealing them off from the nightmarish forces that were tearing the ship apart. I was there.”
Cratt turned his head away, his expression unreadable. However, it wasn’t her physical appearance that defined her, nor did she ever let it overshadow the other qualities that made her a valuable member of the Astra Militarum. “I don’t know,” Vendric said, his brow furrowed. Sofia was a striking figure—tall and athletic, with the graceful movement of someone who had honed her physique through years of rigorous training.
