Two people, a dying ship, and however many hours of air are left.
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
The Halcyon-7 left port years ago. Somewhere in the long transit between systems, you are one of two crew awake to keep her running while the rest of the complement sleeps through the haul in cryo.
Tell me about the character you'd like to play — your role aboard the ship, background, skills, temperament, whatever you'd like established. Give as much or as little as you like, or just say “Start” and I'll build it from context.