Assigned a routine survey in the Pleiades, the USS Solstice and its crew of “good enough” officers expected quiet months of charts and mineral scans. But out on the frontier, nothing stays routine for long.
Captain Rishon and her mismatched crew must navigate strange phenomena, unexpected dangers, and their own clashing ideals. From simmering rivalries on the bridge to discoveries that could reshape Starfleet’s future, the Solstice proves that even the most unremarkable ship can find itself at the center of extraordinary events.







The next few hours were quiet and calm. There were no surprise encounters with hostile aliens, no space anomalies, no nothing. The only sound on the bridge was the occasional beep of a console or the captain tapping her fingers on the armrest of her chair as she waited. She had spent the past week going over every system in the ship, trying to find every efficiency she could and making sure everyone was trained and ready to go, but now as the system approached there was really nothing left to do.
She pulled up the duty roster for the third time this shift and scrolled through the new crew assignments. She had already met all of them when they had arrived at Starbase 25 nearly a week ago, but she had scant interaction with any of them since then. Ensign Fadhak, Ensign Zolani and Lieutenant Vonn had all been assigned to specialist sections of the ship, and while she had considered getting to know them better, she didn't want to step on the toes of her senior officers. The Solstice may have been a small ship, but there was still the chain of command to consider.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped when Sharr called out, “We're dropping out of warp. Pleione is on the viewer.”

“Good,” Rishon replied. “Lieutenant Commander, you may start the full scan. We'll be here a few days at least, so take your time.”
She turned around to face him. “Afterall, we wouldn't want to miss anything,” she continued, half-sarcastically.

Nilis glanced toward her with a slight grin. “Agreed, Captain. And don't worry, if there is anything here, we'll find it.”
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The last day of the year 2380 ended on the bridge of the USS Solstice while they were en route to their next assignment. The moment passed with little fanfare as the bridge crew was focused on preparing for their imminent arrival in the Pleiades Star Cluster, a small region of space with over 1000 stars. It had been mapped decades ago, but having found no signs of intelligent life, Starfleet opted to ignore the systems in favor of more promising worlds.
Then in the wake of the Dominion war, Starfleet realized that it lacked stable sources of several key materials and began a program to intensely survey uninhabited systems on the periphery of Federation space. The Soltice was the newest assignee to that mission, hours away from entering the former stellar nursery with the hope it would be dense with mineral rich worlds.

“Report,” Captain Rishon ordered as she stepped on the bridge.

“Everything’s nominal, Captain. We have an ETA for the Pleiades of just over six hours at current speed. Our first target for a full scan is Pleione,” Lieutenant Commander Nilis replied from his station.

“Good, once we're out of warp I want you immediately start a full mineralogical survey and a subspace resonance scan. With any luck we'll find some decent patches of Trellium or something and we can move onto the next system.” The captain sat down in her chair and looked over the list of systems they were expected to visit.
While the cluster itself contained over 1000 stars, Starfleet had compiled a shortlist of best candidates based on simulations of how the cluster had formed. As it was they only had 127 systems to scan, but even at one system every five days it would take nearly two years to get through them all. Rinshon sighed and turned off the armrest console. “Going to be a long two years,” she muttered.
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