The Halcyon-7 was supposed to be simple: two waking crew, a decade-old hauler, and a routine run between systems while the rest of the roster sleeps through the years-long transit. Then something tears through the hull, the reactor throws a fault neither of you has ever seen, and the air recyclers start losing ground. No rescue is coming — not for weeks, maybe longer. It's just you, one exhausted crewmate, a ship failing in pieces, and however far you can make the numbers stretch. #oc2026