“What do you think it is?” she asked, her voice steady but alert. “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. And Sofia’s will was unbreakable. It was a familiar sensation, one she had experienced before in battle, but never to this degree. Raised in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, she had grown up on a hive world, surrounded by the harsh realities of life under the Emperor’s rule. Images and commands were forced into her weakened mind. Together, the trio formed a formidable unit, one that had seen action in some of the most dangerous sectors of the Imperium. The ship was coming apart at the seams, the twisting, unearthly energies of the warp leaking through the hull and tearing at the fabric of reality itself.
