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The armistice between the United Federation of Planets and the Cardassian Union was signed in 2367. Under the terms of the cease-fire agreement, both sides agreed to end major engagements and to open diplomatic channels. It wasn't perfect. Minor skirmishes continued on both sides, primarily over unresolved issues such as control of border planets and of course, the occupation of Bajor.
Negotations between the two sides continued and through their efforts the Cardassians left Bajor -- two years later. Finally free, the celebrations on Bajor lasted for days but, as it always happens, reality set in. Things were far from settled. The Bajorans faced a long period of recovery from a brutal, fifty-year occupation; many in the resistance were left with an all-consuming rage against Cardassians responsible for countless atrocities.
While some struggle to form a government, members of the Kohn-Ma, under the leadership of a former member of the resistance, Sayal Mazi, decides that the guilty cannot go unpunished and begins to lay plans of their own.
And they were not alone. Colonists on border worlds, fearing the loss of everything they've built, take inspiration from resistance fighters in World War II on Earth and form the Maquis. Operating in the demilitarized zone between the Cardassian Union and the United Federation of Planets, they seek to safeguard their way of life against all comers whether they be Cardassian or Federation.
Among the Cardassians, Gul Zelar, commanding the CDS Ocett, a Galor Class Type-III cruiser, emerges as an outspoken opponent to the peace. Politically savvy with familial ties to the Obsidian Order, Zelar lays plans of his own.
In the Federation, with the memory of Wolf 359 barely two years old, Starfleet looks to improve their ability to respond to threats. Pre-production testing is scheduled to begin on a ship designed for a combat role while still capable of patrol and exploration. Five vessels, Akira Class, are scheduled for launch and crews are assembled.
The USS Thunderbird is one of these five. The captain and first officer are experienced in combat having been at Wolf 359. They arrive at Uptopia Planitia, after surviving an unexplained explosion on their former ship, the USS Ark Royal, that cost the life of their captain and key members of the crew.
Newly promoted and fresh from the memorial, they arrive to take command of the USS Thunderbird and their patrol route will take them right into the heart of the conflict.
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Latest Mission Posts
» Death of Commander D'Sai
Mission: A Silence of Friends
Posted on Tue May 27th, 2025 @ 5:15pm by Captain Rylan Gray & Lieutenant Patrick Ryan M.D. & Lieutenant Ayryn Trynn M.D. & Lieutenant JG Elara Vasquez
The soft chime of a bio-monitor turned shrill—Commander D’Sai’s vitals were dropping fast.
Patrick, slumped in a nearby chair with a hypo still in hand, stirred at the sound, his eyes snapping open despite the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him.
“What is it?” he asked, voice hoarse as he forced himself upright, using the biobed for leverage. His vision wavered, then steadied just enough to see D’Sai seizing—subtle at first, then more violently. Her heart rate was spiking, oxygen saturation crashing.
Dr Elara Vasquez was already scanning. “Severe neural cascade. Her system’s destabilizing—fast.”
Patrick staggered over, gripping the…
» Prylar Trem's Last Plea
Mission: A Silence of Friends
Posted on Mon May 26th, 2025 @ 5:48pm by Ensign Kivo Dak
Quarantine birthed a tense silence. Whereas the corridors of deck five were alive with the everyday pace of life, centering on the Mess, now it was a silent tomb. Thick with controlled fear, shut doors bore the Paghs of the isolated. Each soul behind each door weathered this differently. Some relied on discipline. Some relied on training. Some relied on disbelief. And some... some relied on faith. At least, as best as he could.
5-025. That was the room that Ensign Kivo shared. Behind his door, a peaceful melody drifted in the quiet. It swam through the speakers, oscillating to…
» The Heart Doesn't Win at Chess
Mission: A Silence of Friends
Posted on Fri May 9th, 2025 @ 7:04pm by Lieutenant Commander Harrison Knox & Lieutenant Ayryn Trynn M.D.
The door hissed closed behind him, sealing off the bridge’s hushed tension.
Lieutenant Commander Harrison Knox stood alone in Captain Rylan Gray’s Ready Room, the muted lights casting long shadows across the floor. The room smelled faintly of herbal tea and polished wood, a stubborn holdover from Rylan’s Betazoid heritage...and that familiar scent twisted something inside Knox’s chest.
He moved to the desk without thinking, fingertips brushing across the smooth surface where so many of their conversations had begun. The desk still held the slight 'organized disarray' Rylan favored: a stylus lying half-askew over a PADD, a chess set in…
» Lock her Down
Mission: A Silence of Friends
Posted on Fri May 9th, 2025 @ 7:03pm by Lieutenant Commander Harrison Knox & Chief Petty Officer Gildran Trusk & Lieutenant Tyler Malbrooke & Lieutenant Daegan Baas & Lieutenant Juliette Barnes & Lieutenant Patrick Ryan M.D. & Lieutenant Ayryn Trynn M.D. & Lieutenant Stormy Knight & Captain Rylan Gray
Unnoticed by the group gathering, Rylan walked into Sickbay and upon seeing that his Chief Medical Officer was about to address his team, entered Doctor Ryan's office to wait. He took the doctor's own seat behind the desk so that he could rest his head against the back and listened, while he waited.
Patrick looked around at everything that was going on in Sickbay. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Nurses and fellow Doctors. All of you have been wearing masks and doing what is needed. I am about to initiate quarantine procedures in Sickbay and lock it down. No vistors. Anyone who…
» Not Our Last Goodbye
Mission: A Silence of Friends
Posted on Sat Apr 26th, 2025 @ 5:42pm by Lieutenant Commander Harrison Knox
STARFLEET COMMAND SUBSPACE COMMUNIQUE
PRIORITY ONE
ENCRYPTION: LEVEL 9—EYES ONLY
TO: LT. CMDR. HARRISON KNOX
CURRENT LOCATION: USS POLARIS (NCC-68712), COMMAND TRAINING DETACHMENT
FROM: ADMIRAL ALYSSA TAGGART, STARFLEET COMMAND, SAN FRANCISCO
The communique crackled into existence on the viewscreen, the seal of the United Federation of Planets slowly dissolving to reveal the solemn face of Admiral Alyssa Taggart. Her Starfleet Command uniform was crisp, but the lines on her face betrayed the gravity of the message she was about to deliver.
“Lieutenant Commander Knox,” she began, her voice calm but tightly controlled. “Effective immediately, your little leave of absence from…