Her feminine hand with immense force clasped into a fist. Her family had been poor, struggling to make ends meet, and Sofia had learned to be resourceful from a young age. Her limbs shook. As she crawled into the duct behind her teammates, the access panel slammed shut behind them, sealing them off from the nightmarish forces that were tearing the ship apart. ***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance. Pained gasps and sobs were coming from her non stop. No matter the danger. One evening, as Sofia and her team were assigned to patrol the lower levels of the ship, an unexpected incident threw the vessel into chaos. She tried to resist — clenched her jaw, willed herself to stop—but her body betrayed her, her arm moving with disturbing precision and unyielding force. The ship was a floating fortress, a massive war machine designed to transport troops and munitions through the perilous reaches of the warp. “But we need to move. The walls shook as if the ship itself were being torn apart, and
