Following the decimation of the federation fleet at the Frontier Day celebrations in 2401, Starfleet turns to mothballed ships to put back into service and bolster the fleet. U.S.S. Fairfax is one such vessel, reinstated and returned to frontline duties.
Her design may be dated, and she wears the scars of thousands of light-years and decades of operation under her belt. But she is far from obsolete.

Content on this command is rated at 222 on the RPG Ratings Scale, per the Bravo Fleet Content Policy. Swearing with restraint may be depicted, Violence with some limitations may be depicted, and Sexual activity with some limitations may be depicted. Intended for audiences 17+

Commanding Officer (CO)
Chief Science Officer
Chief Tactical/Security Officer
Executive Officer (XO)
Chief Medical Officer
Chief Flight Control Officer
Chief Engineer
Head Chef
4 December 2025
IKS Ki’tang, USS Fairfax and USS Neptune
The unrelenting rays of the Vraekton sun refracted through the dense sky above the away team, turning its light a pale shade of yellow. The wispy haze of moisture that loitered in the air, combined with the high oxygen, shaded the horizon in tones of aquamarine and subtle teal. Wallace took a [...]
2 December 2025
IKS Ki’tang, USS Fairfax and USS Neptune
“Xiao come on! It’s time to go to the beach!” came the voice of Xiao’s cousin. He rolled his eyes at the overexcitement. While he loved the beach and the ocean, the 10 milliseconds his cousin was pushing him for was not worth it. The normal family outing to the beach was almost a family [...]
24 November 2025
IKS Ki’tang, USS Fairfax and USS Neptune
The acrid taste of melting polymers and electronics clawed at the back of Wallace’s throat, a burning sensation that he was just rousing enough to become aware of. Consciousness was fleeting as one by one his senses were revived, yet he seldom had the immediate strength or presence of mind to [...]
23 November 2025
IKS Ki’tang, USS Fairfax and USS Neptune
Sovek patiently monitored the sensor feed on their descent towards the ocean, scanning for any trace of the Essex or the slightest whimper of a signal that would have indicated a successful landing. Seconds turned into minutes, and there was still nothing. Though his Vulcan mind regarded the [...]