I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. “We need to get to the escape vents—fast.”
Without hesitation, the three of them sprinted down the corridor, their boots pounding against the cold metal floors. It began as a strange rumble, a tremor that shook the very bones of the ship. “We’re almost there!” Sofia shouted, her breath coming in quick bursts as they reached the access panel leading into the vents. Sofia’s boots clicked against the cold metal floors of the vessel’s command deck as she strode purposefully forward, the usual hum of the warp engine a constant, ominous presence in the background. “We’ve lost containment,” Cratt said, his usually calm voice tinged with a rare note of urgency. As they observed her they made an unmistakable conclusion – her right fist was lodged deep in her anus. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. It was this environment that had forged her resolve, hardening her body and sharpening her mind.
