The thought horrified her. Primal, animalistic, twisted by pain. Yet, despite its intimidating size and the ever-present danger of the warp, Sofia moved with confidence, a trained warrior of the Astra Militarum. “What do you think it is?” she asked, her voice steady but alert. 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. They still had to navigate the maze of vents, find a way to escape the ship, and survive whatever horrors the warp would throw their way. “We’ve lost containment,” Cratt said, his usually calm voice tinged with a rare note of urgency. Sofia was still gasping and convulsing and her body was rigid. The thought horrified her. 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. It was a familiar sensation, one she had experienced before in battle, but never to this degree.
