Spear of Neptune - Farwynd Federation Star Breacher CCB

She's a cantankerous old clunker, the Spear of Neptune.
Cutter class. Beta build. Never intended to hit the stars at all, let alone for the decades she's been in service... but lightspeed has that effect on us all, I suppose.
I've been in this game a long time. I signed up at the beginning, back home. Back then, we didn't know, really, I mean we had an idea, but nobody tells you, "you take this job, you live forever," you know? When we started manipulating gravity, really, we were manipulating the very fabric of reality and our fundamental understanding of it. Ask me, we still don't fully grasp the ramifications, but one of 'em we know for sure: when you're out here traveling at lightspeed for as long as we do, time starts to lose much meaning. It's been 130-some years since I enlisted and I haven't aged a day.
My name's Jameson Clark, and before they dumped me on this ill rig, I was a Commander in the Farwynd Federation's Star Breachers, technically a branch of the military, but more on the exploration, search, and rescue side of operations. In times of violent intergalactic conflict we are called in to serve as irregulars and reinforcements, but otherwise we steer clear of combat, despite the grueling basic training we go through to become enlisted in the first place. See... I was content to be a Commander for another twenty years or so, get out, do the whole rest and relaxation thing, cash in that pension check every month living on a sweet little asteroid getaway somewhere.
They said they needed me.
They said I'd be a Captain.
Unbelieveable. I had no idea they were going to saddle me with this piece of junk. We're barely keeping her in the stars! Jameson Clark, Captain of Ariel's Fork more like it. Well... Quaerite semper Stellarum, I guess...
We've got 31 on board, five of whom are officers: that's me, Lieutenant Celise, Lieutenant J.G. Taylor, and Ensigns Royce and Hinter. That's Engineering, Navigation, Deck, and Physics respectively. Senior Chief Kirkenny commands a handful of Belators, elite infantry who serve as a last line of defense in the event of an attempt at hostile takeover, specifically protecting the pilot, the engine, and the Engineers. There's also Medical, technically, but just one doctor with no support staff. Dr. Kerns is highly capable, but we've got to chip in wherever we can in an emergency. She's got a couple of the crew trained pretty well.
Engineering's our largest department, with four enlisted and two NCs who are damn good at their jobs.

• Chief Nyugen
• ENC 4 Deaucord
• Henry (non-rate)
• Harris (non-rate)
• Simpson (non-rate)
• Medina (non-rate)

Navigation's a bunch of characters. We've got four of em, including one Nav 2. Most of the crew think all they do is look at screens all day, which... is true, but they're taking in an insane amount of data per second. I'd go blind in a week.
Deck takes care of overall ship maintenance and replenishment and mooring duties. They're our greenest recruits, but they work hard. I've got four of them, too.
Physics has two NCs, one rookie, and a Senior Chief. Most of them have been with us a while and all of them are brilliant. That rookie is a wild son of a bitch.
Senior Chief Kirkenny's Belators...

Owning Organization

The Farwynd Federation