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In the 25th Century...

Stardate 75013.46. While the crises of the 24th Century haunt living memory as cautionary tales, the year 2400 begins with the United Federation of Planets finding itself in an uneasy and weary peacetime.

The Dominion has been silent for decades. The Romulan Star Empire is a fractured shadow of itself after the destruction of Romulus' home star. The Klingon Empire stagnates and has seemingly turned inward, too proud to speak dire truths of what afflicts it. The Borg Collective is, according to credible intelligence, destroyed and their shattered transwarp conduits litter space- a precarious temptation for the foolhardy explorer- or scoundrel.

A False Renaissance?

While Starfleet deploys the newest generation of its starships in anticipation of a seminal event next year, the reality is that the age of legendary explorers and mavericks is fading. The current generation of captains and crews are trained not to be bold, but cautious. Exploration is closer to home, within an automated rescue response from the nearest friendly ship. Maintaining the peace and security is, for the time being, more important than the wonders out there.

Starfleet feels like an institution in a seasoned middle age, looking back at its meritorious past through legend ships dry-docked in museums, and nostalgic "new but old" ship designs. To some, its taking stock. To others, its protecting what is left and preparing for the next big crisis. To a seeming minority, it is the signs of stagnation- "Does anyone remember when we used to be explorers?".

A Return to Barzan

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Diplomatic and trade efforts to bring the Barzans into the Federation have been stagnant since the Dominion War's conclusion. But recently, Barzan delegates have approached the Federation for eventual affiliation using the one resource they have.

The Barzan wormhole, now almost thirty years confirmed to be unstable, has been looked at through fresh eyes at Daystrom. Theoretical research in to the old Borg transwarp conduits and the elusive slipstream drive suggest the wormhole could be stabilized on both ends. But anchoring an unstable wormhole would require more than just Federation resources. It would need a combined effort of the quadrant. Hawkish elements in Starfleet surprisingly agreed and a surprising architect emerged: the Tholians would assist if they were guaranteed access to the wormhole. And it worked. The Barzan Compact anchored an unstable wormhole for the first time.

Pathfinder II Project

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Starfleet's return to the Delta Quadrant has been cautious and under a critical lens. The wormhole is a dangerous anomaly, not a guarantee. Starfleet is not willing to deploy large resources to the effort at this time. Several vessels were lost or went missing, drawing further criticism. The species adjacent to the wormhole have adapted, remain hostile and are more advanced. The damage that the apparent collapse of the Borg Collective has become evident and a new pecking order is forming.

It became evident that if the Barzan Compact was going to survive the decade, It needed the ability to form reliable diplomatic ties with friendly species. Pathfinder Station and the Pathfinder II Project was the compromised strategy with Starfleet merely sharing the responsibility..

WIth Pathfinder Station under construction, Starfleet is deploying smaller, time-tested vessels capable of months between refuel and resupply. The Rhode Island-class platform seemed a decent foundation. The class re-entered production, and existing ships were refitted for autonomous mission profiles.

The first of these new vessels in the Delta Quadrant is the starship Sojourner.



Latest Mission Posts

» That’ll do, Shelly

Mission: Aperture Science
Posted on Mon Jun 29th, 2026 @ 6:41am by Lieutenant JG Sheldon Parsons

[Cabin 4-11]

[Deck 4]

[MD 12: 1832 Hours]

The closet contained: four Starfleet uniforms, two bathrobes, one red cardigan, three pairs of regulation boots, one pair of unicorn slippers signed in three different hands, and one flamethrower.

Sheldon stared at the closet. The closet stared back. This was not a productive dynamic, but it had been going on for the better part of twenty minutes and neither party seemed inclined to blink first.

He had asked for advice, of course. That had been the plan: consult people he trusted, gather data, approach the problem like a sensible adult with a…


» Ears Out

Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Mon Jun 29th, 2026 @ 1:02am by Lieutenant Xex Wang & Lieutenant Tork

[MD 9]
[Deck 3, Access Corridor]

“...wasn't kidding when the computer said under the Arboretum,” Xex muttered as she edged along the tiny access corridor, thankful that at least it was full height... for now. When Gatien had mentioned their new Ferengi guest hadn't come in as scheduled to have his ears checked after his course of antibiotics and -virals, Xex had leapt at the chance to escape sickbay. While it normally gave her a sense of peace and control to oversee the running of sickbay, today she had been restless and her office had felt more prison than sanctuary.…


» The View From the Bridge

Mission: Aperture Science
Posted on Sun Jun 28th, 2026 @ 1:24am by Ensign Noah Balsam & Lieutenant Irynya & Ensign Mei Ratthi & Lieutenant JG Sheldon Parsons & Ensign Davis Bryad

[Main Bridge]
[Deck 1]
[Day 1, 1300 Hours]

With a swish, the turbolift doors opened to relative darkness. The pulsing, languid repetition of Condition Gray appeared at the center of the Bridge's aft consoles. Five sets of eyes could be seen from the illuminated lift, staring out over a completely new and yet organizationally familiar command center. For Noah, who set his eyes on Operations, he found it less... of an anchored fixture. Instead of a solid bank that was a heavy angle hook, it was an elegant arc with a transparent holographic assist. He looked back at Mei and…


» Hello, I’m Sheldon Parsons

Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Mon Jun 22nd, 2026 @ 11:53pm by Lieutenant JG Sheldon Parsons & Lieutenant Axod Qo

[Personal Quarters]
[MD 5: 2207 Hours]

Axod was curled up on the couch of his shared quarters, a real, honest-to-goodness paper book in his hands. ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ had been recommended to him countless times since his days at the Academy. It was an Earth classic from the 20th century that he had somehow never gotten around to reading.

It had been a quiet night. Xex was out, she hadn’t said where, and Axod had been looking forward to a rare, restful evening to himself. He opened the cover, letting the faint, dry scent of the old pages…


» Dear Lexa

Mission: Aperture Science
Posted on Thu Jun 11th, 2026 @ 9:18am by Lieutenant JG Theodor Wishmore

The message sat in Theo’s drafts for nearly three days before he finally opened it again.

Not because he had nothing to say.

Quite the opposite.

The cursor blinked patiently while the Sojourner drifted in dock above Pathfinder Station, the distant glow of the Delta Quadrant filtering through the viewport of the small observation lounge he had claimed for the evening.

Eventually, he sighed, took a sip of tea that was already cooling, and began to type.



Dear Lexa,

Before you ask, yes, I'm eating properly.

Before you ask your second question, yes, actual meals.

Before your third question, no,…


Latest Personal Logs

» Finding a Path

Posted on Wed Oct 22nd, 2025 @ 5:28pm by Ensign Grosh Frav

I’ve been staring at the transfer order for an hour now. Pathfinder Station. Engineering Division, Auxiliary Systems. A quiet posting, they said. “Stable environment.” I think that’s Starfleet’s polite way of saying you’ve earned a break after almost dying.

The Sojourner feels different since the Kazon incident. The ship hums the same, but the sound sits wrong in my chest, like a familiar melody played a half-step off. I’ve walked those corridors a hundred times since, but every bulkhead feels like it’s still holding its breath. Maybe that’s me.

I keep replaying. The alarms. The fire suppression fields flickering when…


» Thoughts of home

Posted on Mon Sep 9th, 2024 @ 2:53am by Lieutenant Commander Victoria Cross

Queensland, some five months ago, near Auburn River National Park at sunset. The sun reflected off of the green/stoney steam of the Auburn River, and standing on the edge, Victoria stood in a bikini and shorts, a towel wrapped around her waist, a long head of bright blonde hair dangling to her shoulders. "You know what's funny?" She asked, looking over her shoulder, the sunlight catching in her sunglasses, "I've never actually been to this park before. Isn't it like the Cliffs of Surak, kinda?"

Her wife T'Kass emerged from a tent and cracked her back, stretching some in the…


» Time to play

Posted on Sat Aug 5th, 2023 @ 1:56pm by Petty Officer 3rd Class Mia

Mia Phillips

Yeoman Mia Phillips found a way to fit in. Being an Orion caused the occasional rise of thee eye brow from time to time, but she made a name for herself by being punctual and having the answer to problems when asked to perform and not acting like your typical Orion. In fact, over the short time she had been on board the Sojo, she was quickly becoming a fixture and trusted member of the crew. She had managed to make herself useful to the Security Dept. In a bid to stay close to and get to know…


» Personal Log: ENSIGN Noah Balsam

Posted on Sat Jun 24th, 2023 @ 9:34pm by Ensign Noah Balsam

"Huh? Huh? What do you guys think?"

Noah Balsam stood in the line of sight of his transmission- he wore a black uniform with gold shoulders, a black turtleneck and what appeared to be a seam of yellow that marked a chest flap closure. He tickled at his neck, craning it to show the single, solid silver pip on his turtleneck. Then he did a slow spin. "I-I graduated! With honors, Da." Noah stooped to drop something and black fabric off-camera.

"A-and we just got the new orders for new uniforms. I-I guess that means um.... well, on Earth at…


» A Return to Service

Posted on Sat Apr 22nd, 2023 @ 6:04pm by Lieutenant Chaali

Chief Operations Managers Log.

I didn't think I would be back in this uniform so soon. I thought I'd put it away with the birth of our child, Iryndi. I named her after the most beautiful woman I've known. I hope the Fortunes are looking after her and those with her. I wonder where they are, sometimes, so far away. Huuk and Bolti would have never agreed to go out that far. I know I have to stay closer to home now. But we women always have the lust to wander. It's in our genetic code. Our men are the…