As the Blackout covers the galaxy, one question remains unanswered: What are the Bravo Fleet Senior Staff up to while under the cover of this “darkness”? You are tasked with creating a rumor about just what exactly the senior staff are doing to combat this threat (or not, as it were…). Feel free to indulge in the most off the wall conspiracy theories.
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| Henry Maxwell (#2223) |
I heard a rumor that someone among the BFSS is calling Kai, Fleet Captain Moist Kai. |
2025-04-20 13:40:15 |
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| Cressida Brennan (#2765) |
================================================================================ Lights Out ###The Beginning It all started in 2399 aboard the U.S.S. Cygnus, where Stafford had grown dissatisfied with only serving as Executive Officer. His fate was about to change when he met the Ferengi Zekrin Brall on DS73, and was offered a deal - Brall would help him to attain that center chair, and in return, Stafford would remember their friendship when the time came. A mere few months later, the Captain mysteriously stepped down, leaving him in command. From there, Stafford climbed the ranks. He had just attained the coveted position of Fourth Fleet's Chief of Staff, when Brall reappeared and reminded him of the favour he owed him for his countless promotions.... ###The Blackout Plan Brall's request was simple and inspired by the opening of Underspace. Use the tunnels to place subspace disruptors, and turn the tunnels into walls that would disable long-range communications and warp travel. It would give the Ferengi a chance to corner key markets, and increase their profit exponentially. And Stafford, knowing he owed him, agreed. ###Meeting with Ramar StarCrossed has received information that Stafford is planning a meeting with Ramar to further the Ferengi's profit even more. With Starfleet unable to provide basic logistics, he is waiting to promote 'his' idea of emergency private partnerships to 'solve the crisis' - led by no other than Zekrin Brall. Only time will tell if Ramar agrees to such a suggestion.... #You may also be interested in..... * Staying active in your fifties: Our exclusive interview with Admiral Dahlgren * Admiral Beckett's take on Economic Patriotism - Earth is good, others are bad? * The Elite: Admiral Neidlinger and the team of Engineers who will conquer the Blackout #BREAKING NEWS When nothing moves: Fleet Admiral Duncan and the reconsideration of retirement Want more? Rumors, anomalies and romantic entanglements updated hourly. Only on StarCrossed. |
2025-04-20 10:41:36 |
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| Hrelle 'Runt' M'Hark (#3034) |
I heard a rumor. . . . That currently, the senior staff are actually cosplaying as the Vaadwaur and its ALLLL an elaborate prank to mess with the newer ensigns. Yes, the blood, death, EVERYTHING is scripted!! And this is NOT because me and multiple other people are in denial. Who's crazy? YOU'RE crazy. Yes, especially you. |
2025-04-19 02:36:35 |
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| Anna Caldwell (#1638) |
Okay, bear with me here as we go through all this. The Bravo Fleet Senior Staff aren't doing anything to combat these giraffe looking aliens because they don't exist in our universe anymore! (The senior staff that is, not the Vaaauduwar or however you spell it. They are still here. Sadly.) I've got a contact on Starbase 11, who knows someone on DS 1, who is dating someone from Rigel II, who used to date a guy from Trill that was in a double thruple (a douruple?) and the Betazoid who was in the double thruple (douruple?) has a cousin that worked in Ramar's office. I think we both know that means this info is legit. So yeah, my contact told me that they solved the warp 10 salamander problem YEARS ago. Some egghead at Starfleet Science spilled his hot cocoa on the dilithium and boom, it worked perfectly. No more weird mutations or tongues falling out or having a litter of kids with your captain and never referring to it ever again. Instead of letting everyone used they kept it squirreled away from an emergency and what do we find ourselves in right now? An emergency. My other buddy who knows someone who used to work at the SF Fleet Yards that dated someone from the Beta Atneras Fleet Yards said they've been building these secret little ships for years. The whole senior staff loaded up on their speedy little ships to race off to the rescue but they messed up and they all vanished to some other dimension. My buddy says sometimes Fleet Admiral Ramar's voice can be heard over the speakers on DS2 but everyone there is distraught, like children weeping on the promenade levels of distraught, so I think they are just hearing things. If you ask me? They are all on random planets in some random dimension, full on chubby salamanders, having all sorts of babies. It's the only thing that makes sense. Just think about it and the dots are all there. Plus, my buddy told me what Fleet Admiral Ramar's favorite drink is. It's hot coca. What do they cover the delirium in for transwarp? Hot coca. Boom. It all adds up. |
2025-04-18 22:34:41 |
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| Khim Samnang (#2222) |
I heard that Captain Varro has locked himself in his quarters playing The Screaming Helltoads's latest album full blast and refuses to come out. I heard that Commodore Kohl is aimlessly wandering around the Fourth Fleet Academy halls unshaven and eating cheese from a can. I heard that Admiral Neidlinger got a subspace receiver working, but the only thing it's picking up is "Flaming Nacelle" by Kolar Blight. |
2025-04-18 20:05:19 |
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| Noli Auru (#18) |
https://bravofleet.com/story/151658/ |
2025-04-18 12:48:25 |
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| Jason Devron (#2554) |
Apparently, and I shouldn’t really say this as I don’t want to get the guy I heard it from into any trouble. Well he got this from the girl he’s seeing whose friends brother works with the Runabout maintenance team. So what I’m about to tell you is 100% reliable information, just keep it to yourself. Anyway, members of the 86th Command Staff have been sneaking off in one of the Runabout, no pilot, no security, just them. That’s suspicious on its own, agreed? They usually head out early on Thursday, returning around late afternoon on Sunday. Their destination; or at least the one that this maintenance guy spotted was to a group of asteroids called Whistling Straits. It’s a loose chain of about eighteen. They’ve been seen carting these large funny shaped bags around; one of them was even mounted on a two wheeled trolley. So Monday just gone one of the other guys on his team finds a white tee stuck down between the seats in the back of the Runabout; ‘Palmer’. It’s not somewhere they normally look, but apparently the springs had gone, so it needed sorting. Conclusion, the Command Staff are off playing golf every other week! |
2025-04-17 11:26:33 |
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| Thov th'Zeles (#1644) |
The mess lounge aboard the USS Brawley was dimmed under power conservation protocols, casting long shadows over the few occupied tables. A low murmur drifted through the space. It was punctuated only by the clink of utensils and the occasional mechanical sigh of life support systems humming overhead. Crewman Vekk dropped his tray onto the table with a muffled clatter and slid into the seat across from Petty Officer R’relli. His round, sky-blue Bolian face was framed by the ever-present grin that made it hard to tell whether he was joking or genuinely enlightened. A thick slab of synth-protein steamed on his plate, gray and vaguely menacing. “Listen, R’relli,” he said, forking a bite into his mouth, “I’ve been doing some thinking.” The Caitian’s eyes flicked up from her stew, her furred ears pivoting lazily in his direction. “That’s dangerous.” “No, hear me out,” he said, swallowing with dramatic flourish. “The Blackout? Total cover-up. Classic deep-space cloak-and-dagger stuff. The senior staff? They’re not floundering around trying to fix it. They caused it.” R’relli arched a brow, tail coiling thoughtfully around her leg. “Oh? And what’s the motive this time? Galactic domination? Secret war with the Q?” Vekk leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper. “Section 32.” She blinked. “Don’t you mean Section Thirty-One?” Vekk grinned wider. “Nope. Thirty-two. Even deeper. Think... beyond clandestine.. Beyond shadow ops. I’m talking about the people who make Section Thirty-One nervous. I heard the Admiral is coordinating a neural base in the Mutara Nebula. Entire structure’s hollowed out of an asteroid. Untouchable. Untraceable.” R’relli paused, her spoon halfway to her lips. Her eyes narrowed. “That’s absurd,” she said. “But… not impossible.” “Exactly!” Vekk jabbed a finger at her. “The Blackout’s the smoke screen. While the rest of us stumble around in the dark, they’re building the future.” R’relli chuckled under her breath. “You think *that’s* wild? Listen to this—what if the Blackout wasn’t meant to be solved? What if the senior staff aren’t *trying* to restore communications because they *prefer* it this way? No oversight. No reports. Just… silence.” Vekk cocked his head. “You’re saying it’s *intentional*?” “Worse,” she said, leaning forward. “They’ve uploaded themselves. Neural lattice network. Entire command crew.. Brains floating from chip to chip, Vekk. They’ve become the fleet." His eyes widened. “You mean…” “They’re piloting it with thought, Bolian. Pure willpower.” Vekk sat back, stunned. “That explains why Admiral Thalek hasn’t been seen in three days. He’s probably... Out there." “Exactly.” R’relli stabbed her stew with grim satisfaction. “Meanwhile, we’re stuck chewing on flavored insulation panels.” They sat in silence for a moment, pondering their half-eaten meals and the vast unknown beyond the hull. “You know,” Vekk said slowly, “what if this whole thing.. this lounge, this ship, this reality.. is a projection? What if they already fixed the Blackout, and now they’re just filtering what we see?” “A galaxy-wide hologrid…” R’relli whispered. He nodded solemnly. “A curtain drawn over the stars.” She gave him a long look, tail twitching. Then she lifted her spoon and said, “Let them have their secrets. When it all collapses, we’ll be the ones who knew.” “The last truth-tellers,” Vekk agreed. “Us and Section Thirty-Two.” A flicker passed through the lights above them... It was barely enough to notice. But both of them looked up. Then at each other. Neither said a word. And somewhere in the corner of the lounge, a junior lieutenant quietly turned back to her tray, pretending she hadn’t heard a thing. |
2025-04-16 16:21:00 |
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| Aelin Maori (#2980) |
Rumor has it that the Bravo Fleet Senior staff are not who they claim to be. Various rumors have been spread about claiming that Senior Staff members are actually members of an unknown alien race that has been able to blend in among Starfleet. The most recent rumor claims that they have all been waiting for their time to strike and that the Blackout has afforded them the opportunity they have been waiting for. Everyone should be on alert because it could happen at any moment...or so they claim. |
2025-04-14 23:03:01 |
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| Jaya Thorne (#2970) |
You know what I heard? I heard this whole blackout is just a cover, so the Vaadwaur can lay claim to the mysterious planet X. It's the only known location of Illudium Phosdex. You know, the shaving cream atom? Starfleet doesn't want it getting out that our stores of Illudium Phosdex are alarmingly low. Everyone thinks the planet was destroyed in the 24th and a half century, but I know better. Starfleet found it, and was going to take all the shaving cream for the federation, but the Vaadwaur found out, and launched the Blackout to take it first. They seem to think our collective stubble is too much of a distraction. |
2025-04-14 17:04:47 |
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| James MacLeod (#653) |
Private Submission |
2025-04-13 17:49:24 |
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| Edwin Wagner (#2468) |
The BFSS has finally found the cover and the time to engage in the old tradition of the Twister Grand Championship. |
2025-04-12 18:23:21 |
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| Callen Varro (#2063) |
I heard this wild rumor that Fleet Admiral Luke Duncan has practically been living in his own personal holodeck. Supposedly he is running his own version of the Voyager Holodeck Program, the one created by no one less than Reginald Barclay! Apparently, he's claiming it's for "research" related to their Vaadwaur encounter, but who knows what could really be going on. And get this! One of my friends swears that his cousin is the one who supplies the PADDs for Duncan’s assistant, and he saw the Fleet Admiral step onto that holodeck wearing nothing but his briefs! Totally sounds like something weird is going on there... but, hey, it's just a rumor. Oh, but wait, it gets even crazier! Apparently, none other than James Neidlinger, the Fourth Fleet's top engineer, has been spotted walking away from the area, muttering something about "abrasions in his trousers from those damn photons." I mean, what the hell does that even mean? Makes you wonder just what kind of weird and freaky stuff is really happening on that holodeck. Sounds like a whole lot more than just "research" is going on there... |
2025-04-12 11:39:24 |
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| Sazra Kobahl (#2545) |
https://bravofleet.com/story/151084/ |
2025-04-12 11:28:11 |
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| Nacien Rixx (#2998) |
In the darkness the senior staff of Bravo Fleet use the mystical Klingon Oui'ja board to summon the spirit of Kahless. In order to bind the spirit to their will they must drink bloodwine and sing Klingon Opera with a fervor that will impress the greatest warrior that ever lived! Or maybe they're just drinking and caterwauling? |
2025-04-11 02:49:26 |
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| Kirok Skyrunner (#2986) |
Private Submission |
2025-04-10 15:37:05 |
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| Zachary Murphy (#2080) |
Private Submission |
2025-04-07 20:21:19 |
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| Aoife McKenzie (#2231) |
Since so many holographic ships have encountered mechanical glitches in their CGI systems, it is becoming increasingly difficult to hide that space is made up and the Earth is flat. Fourth Fleet Command created the Blackout and the Vaadwaur to distract the crews with a threat. Any glitches would be seen as battle damage. |
2025-04-06 23:03:16 |
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| Alexandria Mitchell (#2266) |
Private Submission |
2025-04-06 19:08:13 |
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| Azras Dex (#10) |
Rumor has it that those on Bravo Fleet Senior Staff are betting on which side will come out on top. |
2025-04-06 18:40:32 |
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| Varen Wyll (#2419) |
I heard a rumour that Fleet Admiral Ramar has been keeping a contingent of Starfleet Marines in the lower decks of Starbase Bravo. He says that they aren't real and denies they exist, but we all know the truth; he keeps them down there practicing formations and twirling their bushy mustaches as they look longingly at each other's phaser rifles. He's keeping them a secret, ready for the moment he wants to take over the whole of Starfleet... |
2025-04-05 21:10:28 |
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| Alaric Constantine (#1651) |
I heard they're taking Lean and Six Sigma seminars on Ferenginar |
2025-04-05 04:44:09 |
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| Zarroc Thakrass (#2652) |
I heard a rumor that while the galaxy is under siege by the Vaadwaur and their blackout effect, the Bravo Fleet Senior Staff are writing up fictional dramatic holonovels and comparing them in order to choose and implement the one that has the best strategy for dealing with the Vaadwaur. They simply refer to it as "running the simulations" and they lock themselves up in the holodeck with snacks to play them out, and their support staff have no idea. Oh, and the message that was sent to us all through the Project Pathfinder urging us to do what we could in whatever capacity we were able? The sender of that message totally recorded it while on the toilet! |
2025-04-04 16:39:24 |
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| Brodie Lewis (#2208) |
The rumor going around is the entire senior staff have gone into hiding. Apparently they have a special station where they go to get away from the issues that everyone else is dealing with. The reports say they have all the food and relaxation they need, but when they are called by members of the fleet they have a system in place where it looks like they are in their offices doing work when they are hiding from the issues going on. That's the rumor is you believe such things that is. |
2025-04-04 12:39:57 |
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| Trevenan Williams (#1295) |
Whilst the Fourth Fleet is beset and beleaguered at every turn by the annexation caused by The Blackout and are hard - pressed at every turn by the onset of Vanduwaar Forces waging a ferocious hit and run campaign from the unpredictable Underspace Corridors, the Senior Staff gather together at Starbase Bravo. Faced with the grim reality of certain defeat at the hands of the invaders, they are forced to consider and then regretfully resign themselves to the tactic of last resort. (Admiral Ramar).......*clears his throat and orders defeatedly * "Send in the Starfleet Marines......" ((LOL)) |
2025-04-04 04:37:34 |
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| Olivia Carrillo (#2199) |
All of Bravo Fleet’s senior staff are hiding under their beds holding their special comfort toy of stuffed red pandas and waiting for someone to let them know it’s all over. |
2025-04-04 04:13:27 |
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