Cratt catched up on them in the crawl space, horrified with the scene. Her arm rotated behind putting her fist right at her asshole. Only a strangled sob that died in her throat. She led the way, her body moving with fluid grace despite the chaos surrounding them. Their latest assignment had brought them aboard a massive warp vessel, a ship that was on a mission to deliver reinforcements to a warzone far from the safe bastions of the Imperium. “We’re almost there!” Sofia shouted, her breath coming in quick bursts as they reached the access panel leading into the vents. Vendric was right behing her and saw how her body tensed as her arm muscles flexed. The ship was a floating fortress, a massive war machine designed to transport troops and munitions through the perilous reaches of the warp. She knew the ship’s layout well, and the escape vents were their best option for getting out of the immediate danger zone. 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.
