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Our Tainted Utopia
The destruction of Mars set back Starfleet's exploration endeavors for a decade, and delayed its recovery from the Dominion War. In the wake of such devastation to it's infrastructure and morale, Starfleet pulled back. It closed and secured its borders. Starleet and Federation ideals faltered.
The unity of the Federation was tested as member worlds threatened secession over the Romulan supernova incident, and Federation humanitarian instincts were hampered by hawkish isolationism. "Let them die," had been spoken in the halls of Starfleet Command before, and it was spoken again. The Federation stumbled.
The Hope of Barzan

But a stumble is a stumble, not a fall. Starfleet forged ahead. Efforts to bring the Barzans into the Federation were slow but steady. Voices grew among a people who had largely known austere poverty and favored tight familial bonds above the interstellar society. Some wanted more for their children. Barzan delegates began the painfully slow process of bettering their world for eventual Federation membership.
The broken promise of the Barzan wormhole, now almost thirty years ago confirmed to be unstable, was looked at through fresh eyes and new technology. It could be stabilized on both ends, but it would take a lot of resources and delicate precision. The Barzan people would need more than just Federation resources. It would need a combined effort of the quadrant's polities. One of the surprising architects were the Tholians, who are guaranteed access to the wormhole for their contribution.
Pathfinder II Project

Starfleet's return to the Delta Quadrant was haphazard. Like Voyager some twenty years ago, Starfleet assets within the quadrant were forced to fend for themselves between cyclical openings of the wormhole. Several vessels were lost or went missing. One of those vessels, the venerable Ambassador-class starship Adelphi, was among those casualties and a harsh lesson learned. The species adjacent to the wormhole remained hostile and advanced technologically. Starfleet had to rethink its logistical presence: it needed a permanent outpost to support its vessels. It needed the ability to form reliable diplomatic ties.
The answer was Pathfinder Station and the Pathfinder II Project, named after its predecessor project which maintained successful contact with the starship Voyager.
WIth Pathfinder Station under construction, Starfleet has shifted strategy in the Delta Quadrant. Rather than large vessels with a lot of manpower and resources invested in them, Starfleet is deploying small, fast vessels capable of long periods between refuel and resupply. The Rhode Island-class refits of the Nova platform seemed a decent foundation. They were redesigned for autonomous, deep space mission profiles.
The first of those vessels deployed in the Delta Quadrant is the starship Sojourner.
Latest Mission Posts
» Backpost: Trading Places
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Sat Nov 8th, 2025 @ 6:01pm by Lieutenant Irynya & Ensign Tamblem Dravor
[Debbie's Diner, 0730]
[Three days after: Late Night Quiet]
There was something about joining Starfleet that trained everyone to be an early riser. At least it trained them how to manage themselves so that they could be up and functional for a shift at a variety of hours.
Doesn't mean…
» Arrival
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Thu Nov 6th, 2025 @ 2:09pm by Lieutenant JG Theodor Wishmore & Lieutenant Xex Wang
[Sickbay, USS Sojourner]
[MD 14]
[1555]
If Xex had to come up with a single word to describe sickbay, she would have used: madhouse. While often a hive of activity, since their arrival at Pathfinder, the Sojo's sickbay was even busier than usual. Normally, this wasn't a problem. Normally, they…
» Backpost: Seven Days at Pathfinder Station: Day Seven; An Ocean of Sound
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Thu Oct 30th, 2025 @ 8:16pm by Lieutenant JG Theodor Wishmore
The station had learned a steadier breath by the seventh day.
The welders’ staccato was gone from the lower decks, replaced by a patient hum that ran clean through the frame. Power relays no longer coughed at shift change; the promenade lifts had settled into a rhythm that felt practiced…
» Can you hear me now?
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Thu Oct 30th, 2025 @ 4:14pm by Lieutenant Tork & Petty Officer 1st Class Gatien Savoir
Lieutenant Tork woke up several hours after his triumphant escapade of reconfiguring the sonic shower in the quarters he would be occupying for the immediate future, a languid sigh escaping him as he reveled in not having to be anywhere in particular for a change. Having only recently returned to…
» Backpost: Seven Days at Pathfinder Station: Day Six; People watching and Other Activities to Pass Time
Mission: Port of Call
Posted on Sat Oct 25th, 2025 @ 11:02pm by Lieutenant JG Theodor Wishmore & Ensign Kaelira Tamsin
Pathfinder Station had begun to feel like purgatory with good lighting. Six days of waiting — same viewport, same half-finished raktajino, same journal with its neat, hesitant lines. Routine, he told himself, was a form of control. Even in orbit.
He had started to recognize the other regulars. Faces blurred…
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…
» 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…
» 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…
» 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…
» 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…