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This is the edge of Federation space, where creature comforts are hard to come by. We're here to keep an eye on the Breen and whatever else may come across the border.

A cramped ship. A barren outpost. No support.

If you like the sound of that, you'd be just like us.

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On the far fringes of Federation space a desolate, barren group of sectors continues its distant and unending orbit of the galactic core. Devoid of all but floating rock, gaseous clouds and rogue planetoids, it remains a region traversed by only the foolish, curious, or those with something to hide. Dormant for years since the Dominion war, a listening post floats listlessly deep within asteroid field 1-SZ. Its empty corridors are as cold and lifeless as the frozen, unforgiving vacuum it inhabits. Abandoned but not forgotten, its automated long range sensors sweep an area not far from the Breen border, keeping a vigilant eye on the activities of the reclusive Confederacy. 

For decades, relay stations that snaked across the Alpha Quadrant transmitted nothing out of the ordinary. Quasar radio blasts, ion storms blowing through, neutron stars blasting radiation like lighthouse beams across murky seas of nothing all failed to even register as pertinent; too routine even for Starfleet’s exploratory mandate. That was until stardate 76228.7, 0600 hours, galactic central time. A single warp signature triggered an alert warning within Starbase 232’s Strategic Operations Centre. Then there was another, then another. 

Exactly what the Breen’s motivations are for encroaching upon this seemingly irrelevant pocket of space remain unclear. Beyond Izar, and even Daled, there lies only the Klavdia system; the non-humanoid inhabited site of a research institute not visited by the Federation in decades. The USS Altai has been dispatched for long-range reconnaissance patrol and reactivation of Outpost 1-SZ. Whatever the Breen are up to, it’s up to Commander Jacob Hayes and the crew of the Altai to find out.       

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Name Position Rank
Commanding Officer
ID: 2223
Executive Officer
ID: 2208
Second Officer
ID: 2223
Chief Medical Officer
ID: 2231
Chief Engineering Officer
ID: 2586
Chief Operations Officer
ID: 367
Chief Science Officer
ID: 2545
Hazard Team Leader
ID: 2231
Chief Strategic Operations Officer
ID: 2208
Science Officer
ID: 2231
Chief Flight Control Officer
ID: 2457
Listening Post Operations Officer
ID: 2223
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USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

Looking up from his PADD, Jaso surveyed the lounge. He smiled as he watched the crewmembers socialize. It was always fun to charge into a hectic situation and fight your way out. But it was also nice to take a breath once and a while. The band was performing a nice, jaunty tune. It was loud enough [...]

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USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

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USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

Hayes stood on the bridge as he looked at everyone who had returned from their assignments. Hayes looked to Jaso and Cooper. “Good work on getting the warp drive back online.” “Thank you, Captain. It was… an explosive time. I’ll relay your thanks to Anderson. I left him in charge of Main [...]

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USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

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