USS Olympic

Olympic-class • NCC-38000 • Task Force 17 • Managed by CAPT Cressida Brennan

Content on this command is rated at 222 on the RPG Ratings Scale, per the Bravo Fleet Content Policy. Mild swearing, contextual violence, and limited/romantic sexual interaction may be present. It is intended for audiences (16+).

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7 August 2025

Vacation?

Task Force 17 - Casperia Sunset

Caireann Station, Hecate Station, USS Babylon, USS Burbank, USS Gemini, USS Merced, USS Merrimack, USS Olympic, USS Salvation, USS San Clemente and USS Solvang

A crowd gathered around him as his fingers danced over the piano keys. His soft baritone voice singing “Unforgettable” by Nat King Cole.   As he sang and played he could feel the enjoyment in those around him. The feelings drove his performance to that much better a [...]

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7 August 2025

Cold Hors d’oeuvres and Hot Gossip, pt 2

Task Force 17 - Casperia Sunset

Caireann Station, Hecate Station, USS Babylon, USS Burbank, USS Gemini, USS Merced, USS Merrimack, USS Olympic, USS Salvation, USS San Clemente and USS Solvang

Part One. “Oh, you could talk to Brennan!” Saffy exclaimed, a little too loudly. Several faces turned towards her, which had the woman opt for evasive maneuvers. “If she were here. I mean…” Sanjiv furrowed his brow and peered into his mojito, as if staring long enough [...]

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7 August 2025

Cold Hors d'oeuvres and Hot Gossip, pt 1

Task Force 17 - Casperia Sunset

Caireann Station, Hecate Station, USS Babylon, USS Burbank, USS Gemini, USS Merced, USS Merrimack, USS Olympic, USS Salvation, USS San Clemente and USS Solvang

There wasn’t room to sit at the bar, so Sanjiv had to content himself with idling behind the other patrons while he waited on his fourth mojito of the night. Normally, he’d strike up a conversation to pass the brief time it took to mix the drink, but tonight he was… jet-lagged. Exhausted. [...]

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7 August 2025

On the Nature of Superiority

A Fish Out of Water

USS Olympic

Doctor Avery Quence held the cup of coffee beneath his nose, taking a deep whiff, and letting it out. “Ah, perfect as always,” he beamed. “Nothing like it in the galaxy.” He placed the second cup in front of Valdes. The Olympics First Officer had previously expressed a fondness for black [...]

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