Young Live-in Nanny

Each pull of her arms propelled her forward, muscles rippling beneath her armor, her breath steady and focused—until it wasn’t. The walls shook as if the ship itself were being torn apart, and Sofia could feel the oppressive weight of the warp pressing against her mind. Sofia’s boots clicked against the cold metal floors of the vessel’s command deck as she strode purposefully forward, the usual hum of the warp engine a constant, ominous presence in the background. She collapsed forward with a grunt, shaking. The closer they got to the vent ducts, the more intense the vibrations became. Only a strangled sob that died in her throat. Sofia’s hand instinctively went to the lasgun slung across her back, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapon. The ship was coming apart at the seams, the twisting, unearthly energies of the warp leaking through the hull and tearing at the fabric of reality itself. They had no time to waste. Everything was wet with slime, very slippery subtance that exploded from nowhere. It began as a strange rumble, a tremor that shook the very bones of the