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Part of Bravo Fleet: Nightfall

Eos Station - USS Galileo - USS Yeager (Archive)

No Warning

When the station falls to a ruthless Vaadwaur assault, Captain Harris must fight an unwinnable battle.

Mission Description

“But know this, that if the master of the house had known in what part of the night the thief was coming, he would have stayed awake and would not have let his house be broken into.” – Matthew 24:43

The blackout has left the station isolated. While everything moves forward in silence, no one is aware of the dangers about to unfold. When all is revealed, the truth arrives too late. The Vaadwaur have returned, and they are not here to negotiate.

Darkness fell. Then they came.

About the Mission

Status
In Progress
Total Stories
8
Start Date
05/04/2025

12 May 2025

The Line Held

Eos Station: No Warning

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

The Final Measure

Eos Station: No Warning

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

Ashes and Echoes

Eos Station: No Warning

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

The Moment Before

Eos Station: No Warning

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 [...]