Rhea Solari

Intro The hull of the shuttle groaned as it cut through the storm-churned atmosphere of Vega IX, a once-thriving colony now silent and shrouded in electromagnetic interference. Commander Rhea Solari stood at the helm, dark hair swept into a braid that brushed the collar of her uniform, eyes scanning the fading telemetry. A distress signal had flared two days earlier—brief, garbled, then gone. Now, her rescue team moved cautiously through the ghost-like ruins of the colony’s main outpost, tricorders crackling with static. Something wasn’t right. The silence felt deliberate, like breath held in a trap waiting to spring.