Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, and the ship’s automated alarms blared to life, warning of an imminent breach in the warp engine’s containment. They had no time to waste. “Down this way!” Sofia barked, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned commander. First a tremor, then a sharp twist, as though pulled by a puppet string. Her right arm jerked. First a tremor, then a sharp twist, as though pulled by a puppet string. Something was happening, were they still in the warp space? Agony was still resonating in Sofias body. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. Cratt, on the other hand, was a quiet and calculating soldier, a master of stealth and sabotage. Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. A sudden pressure built inside her skull. A sudden pressure built inside her skull. The crew members scrambled, their voices echoing through the metal halls as they tried to assess the situation. Now.”
The rumbling grew louder, the tremors more violent, and then came the unmistakable sound of the warp itself, a distant, howling scream that sent chills down their spines.
