It wasn’t long before her talents were noticed. Vendric and Cratt held her. Her face was delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and full lips that seemed at odds with the grimness of the world around her. 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. “Keep moving,” Vendric whispered behind her. At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. She led the way, her body moving with fluid grace despite the chaos surrounding them. Sofia was the last to enter, her heart racing as the sounds of the warp’s chaos grew louder behind them. Everything was wet with slime, very slippery subtance that exploded from nowhere. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, were always alert, scanning the environment for any sign of danger. The sound of the warp’s screams faded into a hollow silence, but the danger was far from over. At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more.
