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USS Brawley (NCC-87081)

The USS Brawley has recently taken on new crew. She has already entered the far corners of TF21's patrol routes. Her first mission back involves servicing a prominent Orion terraformer's special equipment. Crewmembers are caught in a tempestuous storm as "The Blackout" arrives. Now, they fight...

USS Brawley

California-class • NCC-87081 • Task Force 21

Crew Manifest

Name Position Rank
Commanding Officer
ID: 1644
Executive Officer
ID: 1644
Chief of Security-Tactical/2XO
ID: 1644
Chief Medical Officer
ID: 1644
Chief Counselor
ID: 1644
Chief Engineering Officer
ID: 1644
Damage Control Specialist
ID: 1644
Tactical Readiness Officer
ID: 1644
Security Team Leader
ID: 1644

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23 April 2025

Where We Stand

Green Sky, Red Heart

USS Brawley

The meeting room aboard the USS Brawley was a narrow, steel-boned chamber. Low ceiling panels hummed faintly with recycled air and tired light. The table barely fit all the senior officers. They were jammed elbow to elbow, shoulders squared in stale uniforms. None had truly slept much. Five days [...]

22 April 2025

At The Edge of Torn Decks - Act VIII

Green Sky, Red Heart

USS Brawley

The workerbee shuttle hovered just outside the jagged hole in the USS Brawley’s saucer section. Its yellow hull glowed dim under the hazy green light cast by the cloud-wrapped surface of Vaabanth IV. Ensign Kian Harol sat rigid in the tiny cockpit, eyes fixated on the wide breach. The wound was [...]

21 April 2025

A Counselor's Care

Green Sky, Red Heart

USS Brawley

=/\=Green Sky, Red Heart – Act VII=/\= *USS Brawley – Counselor Zaa’s Office* The door to Lt. Ikastrul Zaa’s office opened with a gentle hiss. Commander Marlon Smythe stepped through with his shoulders squared and his expression unreadable. Lighting inside was dimmed to a [...]

20 April 2025

Tides of Pain

Green Sky, Red Heart

USS Brawley

=/\= Green Sky, Red Heart – Act VI=/\= *USS Brawley – Cargo Bay 3* The emergency klaxon had faded, but the air still thrummed with tension. Cargo Bay 3 bore scars of the recent skirmish. There were scorched bulkheads, scattered debris, and the acrid scent of burnt conduits hung stale in the [...]