USS Crazy Horse (NCC-50446)

Follow the adventures of the USS Crazy Horse and her captain Aoife McKenzie.

About

Excelsior-class • NCC-50446 • Task Force 86

 

Named after the famed Lakota chief the USS Crazy Horse is an aging Excelsior class starship.  No longer a frontline vessel the Crazy Horse still serves the United Federation of Planets under Captain Aoife McKenzie,  her first starship command. Doing odd jobs around the Federation the Crazy Horse is still vital to the mission of Starfleet and the United Federation of Planets.

Crew Manifest

Name Position Rank
Captain
ID: 2231
Executive Officer
ID: 2231
Chief of Operations
ID: 2231
Chief Medical Officer
ID: 2231
Chief Helmsman
ID: 2231
Chief Science Officer
ID: 2231
Chief Engineer
ID: 2231
Chief of Security
ID: 2231
Captain
ID: 2231
Executive Officer
ID: 2231

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12 April 2022

Chapter 4

USS Crazy Horse: Argent Dawn

The Fourth Fleet was still mopping up the last of the effects from the Century Storm that had battered the region, but life was slowly returning to normal.  The  Crazy Horse’s mission to locate two of the fleet’s missions ships had turned out to be a dismal failure. Lieutenant [...]

26 March 2022

Search and Rescue

USS Crazy Horse: The Paulson Triangle

It had been nearly two weeks since Erin had spent a stressful four nights sheltering in the basement of some building on Glaina Prime.  The Crazy Horse had settled in to a routine of  shuttling survivors around and providing aide to stranded ships in the wake of the century storm. Nothing [...]

14 March 2022

Aftermath

USS Crazy Horse: The Paulson Triangle

Erin woke on the fourth day to silence.   Or at least it seemed like silence.  The gale-force winds no longer roared overhead.   She lay still in her bed roll waiting for the ever-present thunder that never came Erin sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked [...]

12 March 2022

An Ill Wind Blows

USS Crazy Horse: The Paulson Triangle

The air was practically electric.   Discharges of electricity arced across the brown-yellow sky.  The wind had even picked up to a deafening gale whipping Commander Hayden’s yellow hair free of its bindings to strain against the roots.   The trees bent against the wind and all [...]