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Part of Bravo Fleet: Nightfall

USS Morro Bay

Lights Out

Looming with the threat of invasion and stranded with no way to escape, the crew of the USS Morro Bay has exactly eight hours until help can arrive. Until then; it's lights out. They know their ship better than the Vaadwaur do.

Mission Description

Looming with the threat of invasion and stranded with no way to escape, the crew of the USS Morro Bay has exactly eight hours until help can arrive. Until then; it’s lights out. They know their ship better than the Vaadwaur do. For some reason, they won’t destroy the ship and move on, either.

Something is on the Morro Bay they want, and Captain Jetta Dowe will be damned if they can have it.

About the Mission

Status
Complete
Total Stories
11
Start Date
04/04/2025
End Date
17/05/2025

12 May 2025

The End

USS Morro Bay: Lights Out

Everything was in motion. Every plan was accounted for, every phaser was set to the highest setting—all of it accounted for. Jetta took a deep inhale as she stood in the deep bellows of engineering, with Velau nearby and PADD ready. She took a deep inhale and looked at the ensign, then back at [...]

10 May 2025

Red Stained Hands

USS Morro Bay: Lights Out

“Runt, that was incredible!” Ivvën tried to give compliments as the group walked—Runt, however, was simply hugging himself and looking down at the ground. It had been a long, long night. “Mmmaybe we let him be for a bit, hm?” Amira gently maneuvered Ivvën away from the ever so shaking [...]

10 May 2025

Planning*

USS Morro Bay: Lights Out

Engineering had been essentially cleaned out. Plimmitt sat against the wall as he tried to survey the full damage, with the corpses of starfleet and Vaadwaur alike littering the floor. Lighting had started to flicker back on, and whilst he would normally be worried about that, there was far too [...]

5 May 2025

Choices, Choices

USS Morro Bay: Lights Out

“You’re losing, Captain.” Yuven smiled, leaning against the table as the screen displayed the carnage across the ship. Jetta had to press her nails so hard into her hand they drew blood. “Sure, maybe not by much, but that’s one hundred and fifty three of yours [...]