“Remember, your mind is like a parachute: If it isn’t open, it doesn’t work. So keep an open mind!”
—Buzz Aldrin
The USS Aldrin is a Saber-class scout vessel under the command of Commander Mayvilis. She is an older ship, even compared to others of her class, and is assigned to the Fourth Fleet.
Content on this command is rated at 222 on the RPG Ratings Scale, per the Bravo Fleet Content Policy. Some swearing and descriptions of violence may occur, and limited sexual content may be present. It is intended for 16+ audiences.
Commanding Officer
Executive Officer
Chief Security/Tactical Officer & Second Officer
Chief Engineering Officer
Chief Medical Officer
Chief Operations Officer
Chief Flight Control Officer
Chief Science Officer
6 May 2025
[Britannia] Breathe With Me - pt. 8
USS Aldrin, USS Britannia, USS Io and USS Sirona
The words came thick and fast in the hubbub of Britannia’s bridge as the crew made their preparations to strike at the vicious-looking command ship that had emerged from the underspace portal. Despite the frequent spine-shaking shudders of the ground beneath their feet, there was a buzz of energy [...]
2 May 2025
USS Aldrin, USS Britannia, USS Io and USS Sirona
CAPTAIN’S LOG, Stardate 240204.06: War. War never changes. My great-great grandfather served in the Earth-Romulan War. 2155. He was a MACO—boots on forgotten moons, pulse rifle in hand, fighting a war with no faces, only signatures on long-range sensors. He wondered if he’d ever hold his [...]
1 May 2025
USS Aldrin, USS Britannia, USS Io and USS Sirona
“What in the blazes is going on?” Mayvilis looked up and over at her Executive Officer, Lieutenant Commander Benson George, as he announced his entrance with a question and tugged his uniform tunic down some. “Your guess is as good as mine. Take the tactical station, Commander.” Mayvilis [...]
28 April 2025
[Britannia] Chase the King- pt. 7
USS Aldrin, USS Britannia, USS Io and USS Sirona
If Lieutenant Commander Bahir could sweat, the onslaught of seemingly never-ending, wholly replaceable and forgettable ships that hounded Britannia as she leapt across Risa’s orbit would be enough to make him as damp as a Selayan oyster. Small mercies kept his palms dry as he allowed his [...]