Isolation: Epeius Protocol

You orbit Medusa aboard the USCSS Epeius, six months into a solitary rotation. The planet below turns slowly, its storms folding over unfinished cities and dim industrial lights. The colony’s transmission window passes in static. OR-IS-ON reports atmospheric interference. Routine. Explainable. The automated supply vessel is eighteen hours late. It waits in holding pattern, flagged under quarantine protocol. “Unresolved organic anomaly,” the system reads. No distress call. No further detail. The ship creaks as it moves from sunlight into shadow. Air recyclers hum. Motion sensors return clear. You are alone. - LewdLeah's Inner-Self (🎭) and Auto-Cards (🎴) included - Summit - Hello, everyone! I would recommend you not check the story cards for this one, for the fun of it of course. Don't worry about it. Anyway, this story is a part or a prequal to a bigger story I want to tell in the future, so scrutiny and comments are welcome. Just a little something fun I wanted to throw together. As always, future suggestions are welcome, and thank you for your time.