USS Daedalus (NCC-72703)

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USS Daedalus

Rhode Island-class • NCC-72703 • Task Force 47

“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight. For the greatest tragedy of them all is never to feel the burning light.” – Oscar Wilde

One of the first production runs of the Rhode Island class, Daedalus was one of the late Nova space frames converted for use in the new Rhode Island class. For nearly 2 decades Daedalus has been the quick stitch for the Federation, acting as a first responder to crises and incidents, collecting information and preparing the way for the might of Starfleet. When the situation demands Daedalus is quite capable of acting independently, defending herself and others from danger.

Content & stories on this command is rated at 222 on the RPG Ratings Scale, per the Bravo Fleet Content Policy.

Content & Swearing, Violence, and Sexual References may be present. It is intended for audiences 13+.

RPG Rating 222

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25 October 2024

Blow, Blow, thou winter wind (pt.3)

First Came the Rains

USS Daedalus

The walkway from the waverider Icarus had barely broken the seal at the rear hatch before the disembodied voice screeched through the howling, clawing wind. “Medic! I need a medic over here!” “Ole, take Khal. Start a triage.” the Commander announced to the group, directing [...]

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15 September 2024

Shifting Winds (pt. 2)

First Came the Rains

USS Daedalus

The clunk of releasing docking clamps gave way to the omnipresent hiss of air handlers undertaking their tireless work as Icarus banked gradually away from its cradle under Daedalus’ primary hull, the familiar hum of the impulse engines beginning to vibrate through the deck. Throughout the tiered [...]

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17 August 2024

Through the Mizzle (pt. 1)

First Came the Rains

USS Daedalus

Bullwura rapped her manicured nails against the arm of her chair, the sequential clicking of her peach-coloured French tips against the dark surface of the central console eliciting a barely audible percussive rasp. She barely suppressed a sigh as she called across the bridge without turning her [...]

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9 December 2023

Epilogue: A Litany of Names (pt.19)

Zero Survivors

USS Daedalus

I have been called many things since my heart first beat for the hunt.  First it was ‘Son’, as my mother ran her fingers across my cheeks and crests, anointing me with the fresh warm blood of a corpulent Khyani. I still hear her soft songs in the dark as she anointed me son and successor. [...]

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