It was her sharp mind, unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, and unrelenting drive to survive that truly set her apart. The crawlspace groaned beneath the shifting of metal plates, as if the ship itself were breathing. She felt herself moving, but it was no longer *her* doing it. “Sofie, what the hell …” – Vendric tried to ask, but his question was interrupted by an obscene sound – a soft and wet slurp echoed in the silence as Vendric in horror observed her forearm disappear in between her buttocks. “I don’t know,” Vendric said, his brow furrowed. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. They didnt know if they were the only ones left alive, and they didnt care at this point. I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. The thought horrified her. Agony was still resonating in Sofias body. I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. Her team consisted of three members: Sofia, Vendric, and Cratt.
