USS Altai (NCC-79009)

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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Steamrunner-class • NCC-79009 • Task Force 86

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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Crew Manifest

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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24 March 2023

The Core Problem

USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

The doors of Main Engineering hissed open, reminding Jaso of what was recently left. “It’s good to see the doors still work.” Jaso said, entering into Main Engineering. “First things, first. Anderson, see if you can get main power on. The auxiliary power cyclers are working for now, but [...]

1 March 2023

We are a long way from home

USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

Cooper was the last one to exit the turbolift and stepped onto the bridge. Everyone had been called up by Captain Hayes, apparently, an explanation was about to be given, which in Cooper’s thoughts, it better be a good one. With the issue with the warp core, she had to scan the device on the [...]

26 February 2023

Alton Hits A Brick Wall

USS Altai: Spectres in the Dust

Alton was passing sickbay, when he decided to drop in see if Alison was on duty, so he walked into sickbay and looked around. “Alton, what are you doing here?” Alison asked looking up from her work. Alton walked over and sat in one off her desk chairs. “Haven’t heard from you in a couple of [...]

23 February 2023

That's not supposed to be there...

USS Altai: M3: The Edge of Yesterday

The cargo bay on the twelfth deck was illuminated briefly by several columns of light from a transporter beam which dissipated as soon as it appeared. One of them was a security officer, with his rifle charged and the torchlight from the rifle active, illuminating the area. One of them pulled out a [...]