Her eyes were wide, lips parted in silence, her body trembling violently. Her face was delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and full lips that seemed at odds with the grimness of the world around her. Sofia led the remaining guardsmen through the maintenance duct. Images and commands were forced into her weakened mind. It began as a strange rumble, a tremor that shook the very bones of the ship. 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. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. Sofia’s sharp instincts and impeccable aim had quickly earned her a spot on a special forces team, where she had trained alongside other elite Guardswomen. I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. She felt herself moving, but it was no longer *her* doing it. “No, please, not this!” – Sofie tried to scream from horror, but only whimper and whines were heard from her.
