With the supplies delivered Kilo was escorted back to his ship where he would stay for atleast a month if a cure was not made before then. He was assured that the scientists working on the cure were among the best in that star cluster but he knew this was a cold faced lie.
The soldiers stood guard at his ships airlock blocking the entry of scientists and medical staff until identification had been confirmed, they also blocked Kilo from exiting despite his best efforts to sneak off a few times. A day passed in agonising slowness, then another day, then another, before long it was a week, then another week, then a month. He ran out of the quarantined food and water and now survived off tasteless and barely appetising disinfected food and water, Kilo was absolutely amazed yet miserable at how they made tasteless water. Life was simply miserable although it wasn't too different from his normal life, held within his ship alone same as always yet it was difficult to cope with like this. He needed freedom, he could always cope with it before because he had the option to leave his ship, to go anywhere he wanted, but not here.
The cure had delay after delay, one month passed, then another, and another, he finally had enough. The food and water alone was starting to drive him crazy, the isolation was something entirely different. The airlock hissed open as the guards looked down to see Kilo stepping out.
In an instant he darted away, all he wanted was to be out of his ship and explore the city but the quarantine measures halted that hope. As he took off one of the guards raised their rifle but before they could squeeze the trigger the other guard pulled down on the barrel shaking their head. Instead of neutralising Kilo the two officers simply followed him, the third officer stayed behind to guard his ship and to avoid the risk of being scrapped or banished from the hive mind.