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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

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

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
» 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,…
» Sturdy New Crib
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Thu Jun 4th, 2026 @ 8:02pm by Ensign Noah Balsam & Lieutenant JG Tamblem Dravor & Lieutenant JG Sheldon Parsons & Ensign Khrys Ral
[Day 23]
[1600 Hours]
[Deck 6, Quarters 6-18]
Noah dropped his bag with a bereft spirit, a wince-like glance going around the room. It was nearly empty, save for several crates that contained the four young men's effects. They did not, as yet, even have furniture, which had been promised to be replicated and delivered within a couple of hours. "Well. Shit." Noah said it. Only ten minutes ago, they'd entered their old quarters on 4-11 and had missed the replacement names on the door. And it too was empty. Which had caused a bit of a panic.
Noah winced…
» Unexpectedly Serious
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Thu Jun 4th, 2026 @ 5:26am by Lieutenant Xex Wang & Ensign Kaelira Tamsin
[Sickbay]
[MD 15, Immediately Following 'Required but Mundane.']
[1443]
As Sickbay's doors closed behind Amarok, Xex tapped a few commands into her tricorder while Kaelira settled herself on the edge of the biobed and made herself comfortable as best she could. "Sure. Where would you like me to start?" she asked with a smile.
“Tell me about your sickbay duties on your last posting,” Xex began, without looking up from the tricorder's screen. It was another couple heartbeats before she was satisfied with whatever commands she had given it, and she raised her gaze, silvery expression pleasant and open, inviting…
» New Blood
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Thu Jun 4th, 2026 @ 4:47am by Petty Officer 1st Class Gatien Savoir & Lieutenant Axod Qo & Ensign M'Razza
Today was the day! M'Razza could hardly believe it. After months of working aboard the Pathfinder, she had finally been assigned to a ship's crew, the one that had arrived just recently and was undergoing refits. The Sojourner, a Nova-class. She brushed her fingertips against her badge and her pips, making sure they were proper and clean, and shouldered her duffle bag and paced through the airlock. The customs official stopped her. "Hi, I'm requesting to come aboard? I have my new assignment here," she shuffled through her bag for her PADD, before remembering it was in her jacket. She…
» Awkward Throuple
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Wed May 20th, 2026 @ 10:36pm by Lieutenant Commander Emni t'Nai & Commander Karim & Lieutenant Tork
[Pathfinder Station]
[MD 24, 2100 Hours]
"That one?" Emni pointed with her free hand at a small shop. From the store front it appeared as if they might sell clothing or things of that sort. The line of shops, eateries, and stalls that passed for the equivalent of a Promenade on Pathfinder Station was still in its infancy, but there were signs of life and Emni had instituted a sort of game as she and Tork walked the corridor. "Malon?" She asked. It was a guess. She knew most of the Delta Quadrant's races through reports and only a very…
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…