Bravo Fleet
USS Yeager (Archive)
Task Force 93 • Managed by FCAPT Alexandria Mitchell
“Never wait for trouble.”
~Chuck Yeager
Built for speed, the Yeager serves as the squadron’s rapid response and recon unit. With its small frame and impressive firepower, the Yeager is often the first to arrive and engage when needed. Whether it’s chasing down smugglers or protecting shipping lines, her mission is to respond and provide assistance.
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The stories and content for Eos Squadron are rated 222 on the RPG Ratings Scale.
Swearing, violence, and mild sexual content may be present.
It is intended for all audiences ages 16+.
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Recent Stories
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Eos Station, USS Galileo and USS Yeager (Archive)
3 Days After Zero Hour Eos looked like a wounded animal. Her outer hull was blackened by the scars of energy fire and impact trauma. Deck plating sheared off in sections, replaced by temporary force fields. Entire sections remained sealed under vacuum protocols, but the station was still [...]
12 May 2025
Eos Station, USS Galileo and USS Yeager (Archive)
6 Hours After Zero Hour Deck 12 had become a kill box, but Lieutenant Prad moved like she was born for it. “Move left!” she shouted, diving behind an exposed conduit as a Vaadwaur disruptor blast exploded overhead. Her team moved left, sending suppressive fire down the corridor. A hand [...]
10 May 2025
Eos Station, USS Galileo and USS Yeager (Archive)
3 Hours After Zero Hour Prad wiped blood from her cheek with the back of her sleeve. Eos was unrecognizable. However, Prad couldn’t focus on that; she had a job to do. Her team, what was left of them, crouched behind an overturned console on Deck 7. Three officers. Between them, they had one [...]
4 May 2025
Eos Station, USS Galileo and USS Yeager (Archive)
10 hours before Zero Hour Sparks exploded from the aft consoles as another Vaadwaur barrage slammed into their weakened shields. AJ braced himself against the tactical station, blood trickling down his cheek. “Shields at forty percent!” Krev shouted. “Port nacelle is venting [...]