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. “I was awake. The vessel itself was massive, a gleaming titan of steel and obsidian, its halls dimly lit by harsh overhead lights that barely cut through the shadows of its industrial corridors. By the time she was old enough, she had enlisted in the Astra Militarum, determined to carve out a life of purpose and discipline. Their survival was not just a matter of chance—it was a matter of will. Her thoughts scattered—commands refused to form. 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.
